Wufu didn't wait for the man to speak, because he...
had passed out!
"Hey, hey," Wufu frowned, reaching out to slap his face, but seeing the bloodied, even somewhat desiccated face, she recoiled with disgust.
Glancing around, she grabbed a handful of leaves and wiped his face haphazardly, only to make it dirtier.
"What a mess!" Wufu slapped his body but there was no response.
She stood up and turned to walk away, but after just two steps, she stopped again, looking down from above at the half-dead man.
"Running into me, you're lucky!" After a moment, Wufu muttered to herself and walked back over.
...
The fragrance, a tantalizing aroma, roused someone from their slumber, opening their eyes to see the somber trees. He abruptly sat up.
"Hiss..." It really hurt, his whole body ached.
But what was going on?
The man looked at his bound hands and feet, his brows furrowing, his expression turning stern.
