The young man was named Sihai, and he was Siyue's twin brother. So when Cheng Shuang looked at him, she felt that his features were somewhat familiar. Siyue's appearance could be described as beautiful, but her brother was less effeminate and arrogant, and more unrestrained and upright.
He seemed to really like children, often touching the little girl's short, upturned hair buns, and occasionally wiggling his mustache to try and attract her attention when he spoke.
Of course, Du Jun blocked it all by turning to the side.
Cheng Shuang didn't pay much attention to their subtle movements; she was amazed by the world they were exploring.
Unlike Cheng Shuang, who remained cautiously at the main entrance, the two ventured deep into the seemingly endless depths of the second basement level.
To explain that unprecedented environment in terms of human understanding, all products come from the ground, sprouting from the soil. Whether it's fruits and vegetables or cattle, sheep, pigs, and fish waiting to be slaughtered, they are all produced by plants.
However, the living creatures were like soulless objects, hanging from the branches like ears of corn waiting to be picked, neither resisting nor struggling, allowing the mechanical beasts to pluck the bountiful harvest, butcher it, clean it, and put it on the stage.
"Du Jun got injured because we tried to break off a plant with fruit on it," Si Hai said truthfully. He was careless for a moment, or perhaps he was shocked by the large area of plants with various species hanging on them.
Fortunately, the boy has recovered quite well.
Sihai was used to taking care of his younger sister and the other rest stop passengers, so he felt a little bad about letting such a young boy rush up the mountain.
It's not that I'm a saint; after all, it's a cooperative relationship. If he's more alert, at least he can be brought back in time.
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