A strange and strong team

Zhao Wei looked at all this with interest, he had never seen human beings so strange and dressed in so little clothes, showing so much skin. Not only that, but the way they spoke was a little different from the language he spoke, although the language is similar to speech was simpler and stripped of the old Era formality.

"Are you Zhao Wei, grandson of the marshal Zhao of Klavia's army?" He asked the man, who was called 'Boss' by other people. This is Chen Hong, who had finally stopped regretting the lack of a good weapon and looked at the young man who appeared to be 20 years old with a skin of dark color like mahogany, which was considered well exotic in that region.

The young man had a seemingly slim and flexible body with slim shoulders, long and strong legs, and a beautiful face, the rags he wore bad gave to cover attractive clavicle and soft waist, which did not escape from Chen Hong's eyes, but he just thought the boy was not eating properly, which was not something unusual in the present time.

Of course, the most flashy was the black prism shape tattoo where the legendary third eye should be to be one of the characteristics that beat the target that Chen Hong group was looking for.

Each member of the Zhao family was tattooed on his face as he completed his 15-year-old was a strange family culture, but Klavia certainly had more strange families than normal.

Although, they are looking for some pairs of white bones that could beat the dental record that Marshal Zhao gave him. Although not hoping, Marshal Zhao stubbornly gave a picture of his grandson who was taken almost five years ago, days before the apocalypse begins and the grandson disappears.

If miracles did, Chen Hong's group was seeing a live miracle. After five years of Apocalypse the unexpected happened, a pampered young master survived five years in an isolated and non-contact forest, apparently.

They are still suspicious of seeing Zhao Wei as handsome and alive, despite being thin and dark-skinned, he looked very healthy.

It was impossible not to suspect the good health of a spoiled child who had a golden spoon in his mouth while living in a forest at the end of the world.

For five years, no less.

Chen Hong took a strange black stone that had a design of an imperial arch, Marshal Zhao's family is said to be descended from the Zhao Clan who was a great general who defended a city from foreigners, and as a reward for the victory the Emperor of the time gave that stone and the tradition of the mark of loyalty was imposed next generation.

The stone in the boss's hand is the stone that must react to distinguish between the true marks and the false ones.

The stone glowed very faintly, Zhao Wei felt the spot on his forehead heat up a little, he touched it a little suspiciously. Gently analyzing this mark had a sealed power, although he was curious, he didn't know if it was something good or bad, in the current situation he has to explore, yet he will leave to see this mark later in the future.

Zhao Wei, who looked at all this with great interest earlier, now was bored with being dirty with black and red blood, but he cannot stop looking in a surprise at this strange man, fortunately, he was wearing rags and not clean clothes otherwise his mood would have gotten worse.

"Yes, I'm Zhao Wei," Zhao Wei said simply, he had not yet searched in the memories of his new body, so he did not know what his name was in this new life, but for all the effects he would not hurt to follow with the Towards this conversation.

Seeing the proof of the stone that the Marshal had given him, Chen Hong put the stone away and just nodded softly to Zhao Wei, which made the group believe in the "true" identity of the man of exotic beauty.

"Excellent! Old Zhao asked us to see if the last of his grandchildren was alive. As you are alive, we can go back to the base and get our reward, "said the redhead woman giving a smile, which exuded confidence and pleasure.

As if moments ago they did not expect to find clean bones laid down on the floor, now was the little grandson of Marshal alive and kicking, did not look anything crazy, just seemed a little slimmer and with the most delicate traits that made some photos of five years ago.

Her ax was still dripped with black and red blood, she looked beautiful, but something like there is a demon servant than normal human beauty. The path was full of corpses of the enemies that they found on the way, strange would be if she was very clean, but Zhao Wei had no way of knowing that yet.

"Are these grains yours?" Asked the soft-looking young man, he had eyes full of complaints and lamentations because he already knew what the answer would be. However, he still wanted to ask, who knows the young man denied or that face to their boss.

"Yes, that is mine," said Zhao Wei, seeing that point was this conversation.

"What a pity!" He said to the young man with a sigh of breaking his heart, he walked away from the grain bags and went to the exit hole.

"Older Brother Wu, come here to put those grain bags and anything else from this room in the space dimension," said the young man of soft looking.

Zhao Wei was still sitting on the bed with his spear in his hand, if it was anywhere else, the black spear was not deserting the environment. However, the black spear with a blue tassel hanging by a black rope next to the blade was quite flashy in a precarious room like that.

Chen Hong's eyes glittered at the spear with some interest, but as I did not know the other part, he said nothing about it and pushed his gaze away not to overload this young man, after all, he could be confused with a little thug if he talked about the stuff of others.

Chen Hong left the room, being followed by the redhead woman, just leaving a man with a hair strangely silvery. The man was tall and thin, he had a clean, cold appearance, and his eyes were clear, almost artificial.

This man entered and held out his hand to several places, for every place that his hand pointed out things disappeared. In a few minutes, the small room was empty, even the large jug with water and plant vessels had also been taken.

Zhao Wei looked a little surprised, blinking his eyes a few times. He did not think he would see a martial cultivator who had successfully cultivated the laws of time and space.

In the Zhao Wei's original world, space items were built with matrices that had the law of time and space, but it was impossible for martial cultivators to dominate the laws of time and space and create dimensions on their own Dantin, or in some item, they wanted only with their own wills.

Therefore, Zhao Wei looked at the mature-looking man with a look of undisguised and a little envy admiration. How would he not be envious of one of the most coveted powers in the world of martial cultivation?

"Are not you going to get out of bed? I need to finish here, "said the mature man with an icy tone, his gaze was full of indifference as he looked at Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei left his thoughts and rose from the bed, he walked away but continued to look at the silver-haired man. He wanted to see if he could see something different, unfortunately, he could not see anything when he saw the bed disappear in the air.

"What are you two doing? We're leaving, "said the red-haired woman watching Zhao Wei watching the silver-haired man, as if she tried to see through the man.

"Young man Zhao. Do not look too much for Brother Wu, he does not have a good temper. You know in the apocalypse people have a shorter wick than normal, "the redheaded woman with a little bland smile. She also felt that Brother Wu was freezing and difficult to deal with.

However, Boss Chen was a childhood friend of Brother Wu, then all tolerated Brother Wu's icy temper.

Zhao Wei was not affected by the temperament of this Brother Wu, since he thought it very common for the real experts to be cold and indifferent all year round. The greater, the higher indifference was the status of an immortal cultivator, of course, the opposite was also valid, the greater the charism of a martial cultivator, the greater was the degree of its cultivation.

That is, the two extremes marked the types of powerful cultivators that Zhao Wei met throughout his last life.

"I finished," said Brother Wu, passing through the redhead woman and leaving the room. His aura was even darker than before, this showed that the humor of this man had fallen many degrees.

Zhao Wei shrugged and followed the redhead woman out of the room. He wanted to clean his face, but that could wait for a little. He wanted to see how the outside of this world was.

"Here," said the redhead woman, handing a damp cloth that had a strong smell of alcohol mixed with a floral perfume for Zhao Wei to remove the bloodstains from his face.

"Thank you," Zhao Wei said in a very soft tone. He could actually be considered with a temperament similar to such brother Wu, he was cold and indifferent year-round to people outside.

Unfortunately, the circumstances were other, and he had to show a good face to the kindness of other people, even if it was a simple thanks, he would have to say with more kind than necessary.

"Brother Wu, we need medium-sized clean clothes for the young man Zhao" a Redheaded woman shouted outside, receiving a cold confirmation of Brother Wu, while a bag was thrown toward her.

"Older sister, do not scream a lot will attract other aberrations, moreover, there may be mutant animals or even a mutant plant" The young delicate-looking young man seemed to try to warn the woman, but the strange smile on his face said the opposite of Your careful words.

"Brother ... who you want to fool, you're crazy to fall into a battle ... a pity that we do not have time," the woman said shrugging and going to the car where Brother Wu had already locked up.

Zhao Wei looked around her, wiping her face. Around there was a small road, shrubs, and trees. The floor was wet and muddy, fortunately, the rain had stopped, but the sky was darkening very fast and the clouds were even darker.

He could only see because of the headlights of iron carriages that were illuminating around. However, he could only see little around, one of them was several bodies similar to the aberration that drooled black, but of smaller size extended on the floor, clearly, they were dead.

He thought he wanted to see more distant, so suddenly his vision became clear as a crystal, and he could see everything, even the smallest movement of falling leaves and water droplets that fall from the leaves and branches seemed at a slower speed.

"The apocalypse is not beautiful," said the red-haired woman with a sigh, as Zhao Wei's bright eyes watched the bodies of what could somehow have some emotional connection with the young boy. The redhead woman had returned at some point and stretched out a change of clothes, awakening Zhao Wei's thoughts, quickly the "magical" effect in the eyes also disappeared.

"What is the Apocalypse?" Zhao Wei wondered, but he didn't verbalize. Apparently, the word was very normalized in this world, so he could not say that casually.

He needed a dry and safe place to analyze his inherited memories.