World Traveler

After making sure that all the monsters in the yard dungeon had been cleared out, Yanan came to the entrance of the cave dungeon, which was the dry well that someone had just jumped into.

However, since it is a free open world, in order to avoid being killed face to face when entering the dungeon, or being ambushed as soon as you land.

Yanan did not choose to jump down the rope. Instead, he opened the lid, took out a few tear gas canisters and threw them in, then closed the lid again.

After a while, there was an uproar down there, with sounds of coughing, crying, beating and scolding...all kinds of sounds came up from down there.

Soon, someone couldn't stand the smell of tear gas and tried to climb up from below. However, as soon as he pushed open the manhole cover, he was shot dead by Yanan who was waiting outside.

It seems they have no other way out.

After about four or five people were killed, no one else came up. Under the influence of tear gas, the movement below became quieter and quieter.

After looking at his pocket watch, Yanan felt that the time was about right, so he put on his gas mask and slid down the rope.

"FBI OPEN UP!"

Unfortunately, no one could respond to Yanan. There were only two skinny beggars left in the cave, lying on the ground and groaning in pain.

boom!boom!

Okay, merciful Yanan, let them both stop suffering, well, never suffer again.

The scene below the dry well was far more disgusting than Yanan had imagined. According to the rating, it was at least the most bizarre among the 18+.

Two or three half-grown children were put into a sack covered with all kinds of small insects.

There were some removed parts piled on the ground on the other side.

It seems that the reason why the little beggars were disabled has been found.

A little further in, a child was tied to a table, with a pot of boiling asphalt and needles and thread for weaving next to him.

The child at the table was about Yanan's age.

There was a piece of dog skin stuck with asphalt on his back, and the skin was sewn together with needle and thread. He looked painful, and there were marks of beatings on many parts of his body.

There were no obvious wounds, it looked more like... he died from pain.

"Woo~wu~"

The noise coming from another room interrupted Yanan's thoughts. He tightened his grip on the gun and slowly moved towards the direction where the sound came from.

I carefully pushed open the door of the room and saw a pile of cages.

There were dead bodies of children and animals inside, all kinds of insects flying around, and feces and urine everywhere.

The mask saved me...

Yanan really couldn't imagine what the food in here tasted like now.

Oh~

No, I can't disgust myself anymore.

In order to satisfy my curiosity, I endured the nausea and walked over to take a look at the place where the noise came from.

A wounded big yellow dog, whose leg seemed to be broken, was covered with bugs and was lying there making a whimpering sound.

Fine.

Hey, the kid isn't dead?

Because of the dog's whimpering, Yanan glanced at the cages around him. Coincidentally, there was a child in the corner whose body was twitching slightly, which was caught by Yanan.

He opened the cage, took out the unconscious child, and looked at him.

About five or six years old?

He was malnourished, covered in dirt, and had tangled hair, but there were no signs of injury on his body. Instead, there were more signs of wandering.

He must have been captured not long ago, but his previous identity was probably not much better.

Yanan judged the general situation of the child through intuition.

You are lucky. Although I am not a good person, I am not a bad person either.

He picked up the child and crawled out through the only exit over there.

After all, the tear gas below has not dissipated yet, and the environment is disgusting enough. If we wait a little longer, maybe the kid can start over.

As for whether there was anything else down there, Yanan was too lazy to search. Even if those beggars had good things on them, Yanan had no intention of touching their corpses.

"Huh~ We have finally eliminated a vicious gang."

Climbing out of the well, Yanan couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the corpses of beggars scattered all over the ground under the moonlight.

He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

"Well, it's only been about half an hour, but we still have to hurry and find Mo Ling so she doesn't worry."

After taking off his equipment and throwing it aside, Yanan took a look at his clothes. After making sure that they were not stained with any blood or dust, he smiled with satisfaction.

Yes, I am still that elegant young man.

He picked up the unconscious child beside him and walked towards the place where he had agreed to meet with Tang Moling.

…………

"Silent bell."

"Eh? Bro, you're back."

At the agreed location, Tang Moling, who had been hiding, poked her little head out from the grass.

After seeing that it was Yanan, he ran over excitedly and touched Yanan with some concern.

"What's wrong?"

He raised his hand and stopped Tang Moling who was about to put her little hand into his clothes to grope around, and looked at her with a strange expression.

I saw Tang Moling looking at me seriously.

"I'm checking to see if you're injured anywhere."

"Haha~ I'm not hurt. If you don't believe me, just look."

Yanan turned around twice in front of Tang Moling and was relieved after confirming that there was no blood or wounds on his body.

Suddenly, Tang Moling finally noticed the child in Yanan's hand. She was stunned for a moment and blinked at Yanan.

He followed Tang Moling's gaze, understood what she meant, and began to explain.

"This child was abducted. Let's see if we can find his family."

"Send it back to him then?"

Looking at the child in his hands, he recalled the situation he had just analyzed and spoke after a moment of silence.

"……decide as things go."

After all, this child is more likely to be abandoned or unwanted by his family.

Tang Moling didn't think much about it and took Yanan's hand.

"Let's go, brother. I'm a little sleepy. I want to listen to your stories tomorrow."

"Row."

Tang Moling was indeed tired today. After a while, she went from walking to being held by Yanan, and fell asleep leaning on Yanan's chest.

Oh my god! I'm almost dead from exhaustion.

Dragging his tired body, he finally returned to the Tang Clan and to his room. He first threw Tang Moling onto the bed and tucked her into the quilt to let her have a good rest.

Looking at the smelly child who was thrown aside by him, he shook his head, took a basin, filled it with toiletries, and picked him up again.

"I won't throw you into the doghouse."

She opened the door and took him towards the nearest river.

"It just so happens that I've been sweating all day, so I'll take you to take a bath."