章節 427: That Person

"A living person?" Waite blurted out before Long Yuehong could.

In this city ruin, encountering living people that didn't belong to their team or someone they didn't know was much more terrifying than encountering dead people, Heartless, or mutated creatures.

Long Yuehong thought so too.

Ferrington held his shotgun and recalled. "That street was about the same as here. It's dirty, messy, and smelly. It's unknown how many years it's been since it was cleaned. There's a long bench by the roadside with a person sitting on it. He—he's Ashlandic, and he's wearing what the Old World calls a formal suit; it's gray with black stripes. He didn't look a year over thirty. His hair was neatly combed back, and he wore round, petite glasses."

"That doesn't seem special…" Long Yuehong deliberated and said.