Ma Tuan whispered to Nan Song again.
"Let's just follow that kid. What can we two see on the road now? We don't even know how we got here, how can we dare to choose a random road?"
Nan Song spoke without thinking.
"You trust that kid so much? Although, it seems that the kid knows Blore, no, just the fact that he knows Blore is enough for us to trust him!"
Ma Tuan clapped his hands suddenly and whispered to Nan Song.
The two people quickly chose the path, but it was difficult for the twenty or so people in front to reach a consensus.
"Why do so many people resort to the cold shoulder when they're arguing? They have something to say, but you glare at me, I glare at you. Does that really solve the problem?"
Nansong felt a little speechless. After all, they were really wasting time there. They had been working for a long time without any progress. It was really troublesome.
"How about I go up and ask...our...savior?"
Ma Tuan felt that it was a waste of time and he didn't want to wait any longer.
It happened so quickly, as if a breeze suddenly blew from the distant sky. The wind seemed to have magical power, carrying a faint scent, and drifted slowly towards us.
The breath contained a particularly sweet fragrance, which blended skillfully with the water vapor in the air, like a dreamlike painting slowly unfolding and floating towards this side.
And Ma Tuan and Nan Song had been secretly observing the child.
At the moment when the sweet scent wafted over, they keenly noticed the subtle changes in the child's expression, as if they saw the waves in his inner world quietly surging.
At the same time, Ma Tuan's sensitive sensory nerves made him feel the faint sound of flowing water above his head. The sound seemed to be there and not there, as if it was a mysterious melody played by nature.
If you listen carefully, the water flow does not seem to be so turbulent and endless, but rather a very delicate state, like countless small water droplets, flowing slowly bit by bit, and then gradually converging into a weak stream.
Nan Song subconsciously turned his head to take a look, and saw that beside the wall where the gorgeous sedan chair was leaning, some strange things seemed to be quietly emerging.
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