Lu Cheng asked the aboriginal about the state of the world in detail, and recorded the information he knew in a notebook.

But the concept he knew was very vague, and the only information he could use was the name of the country 'Scarlet'.

Another crucial piece of information is that this world has magic-like abilities.

"Is that all?"

Lu Cheng stopped the pen in his hand, closed the notebook, and looked up at the other three team members.

"The building is well preserved, and if the captain can understand their language, he might be able to read their books." The pictorial said.

"Do they really know how to make paper?"

Kite glanced at the group of refugees huddled in the corner of the building with a rifle in his hand, still staring warily in the direction of Lucheng.

"It's always a good idea to search around."

Lu Cheng took another look at the inside of the building.

"Kite, you and I go to the corridor on the west side, hoop and pictorial to the other side... If you find something like a library, you can report to me by radio. ”

After the order to divide the labor was given, Lu Cheng directly took the kite and explored the corridor on the other side of the building.

The corridor is architecturally like a dungeon, with a glowing stone illuminating the interior of the corridor.

"Could there be some ghosts or something like that?" The kite whispered to Lu Cheng.

"Then it's up to the ghost to see if he's afraid of bullets."

Lu Cheng made his way to the depths of the corridor, where there was a wooden door.

Judging by the damp and decaying marks on the wooden door, this door has been around for a certain age.

Lu Cheng gently pushed the wooden door with his hand, and the wooden door made a screeching sound when it rubbed against the bricks on the ground.

It wasn't until Lu Cheng increased the strength of his hand that the old wooden door was completely pushed open.

The light in the room inside the door was too dim, and the moment Lu Cheng's footsteps stepped into it, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Lu Cheng turned on the flashlight to illuminate the interior of the room, and on the other side of the room was a strange statue, and a petite figure was sitting underneath the statue.

Is a human female?

After using a flashlight to confirm that there were no traps around the room that would shoot a large number of arrows, Lu Cheng cautiously approached the figure who fell under the statue.

"Take it." Lu Cheng handed the flashlight to the kite behind him, half-crouched down to look at the other party.

This human woman... Or rather, the little girl was no more than fourteen years old, and she sat down under the statue with her head bowed, and Lu Cheng could see blood dripping from the clothes on her hands.

Lu Cheng tentatively put his hand under her nose, still breathing, that is, still alive.

"Pictorial... Coming to the end of the corridor on the west side to report, there are wounded. Lu Cheng whispered over the radio.

"Roger."

The pictorial's answer was also very timely, and Lu Cheng began to check the little girl's physical condition before the pictorial came.

But suddenly, she raised her head and opened her closed eyes to look at Lu Cheng.

"What's your name?"

Lu Cheng doesn't have any medical experience, but her face isn't too bad... It's just that the traces of blood dripping from the sleeves are too terrifying.

She didn't answer Lu Cheng, and Lu Cheng didn't even see any human emotions on her face, not even the fear of meeting strangers.

It was as if she was sitting quietly waiting for death to come.

"You can't speak?"

Lu Cheng's next question made her react a little, she raised her eyes to look at Lu Cheng again, and nodded slightly.

"Do you know how to write? It's words. ”

Lu Cheng took out a notebook and a pen, she looked at the two things in Lu Cheng's hand and tilted her head slightly, as if she was wondering what Lu Cheng was doing.

"Water-based pen, Chenguang brand."

Lu Cheng's words are pronounced in Chinese, and Lu Cheng drew a smiling expression in his notebook with a water-based pen in his hand.

Since they are all human beings or creatures similar to humans, smiles must become a common language.

She was obviously interested in what Lu Cheng was holding, and when she looked at Lu Cheng again, her silver-gray pupils had a little more light.

"If you can, take a pen and write your name on it, and shake your head if you're injured or too weak to do it." Lu Cheng said.

She tentatively stretched out her left hand to hold the water-based pen in Lu Cheng's hand, and glanced at Lu Cheng cautiously at the moment of holding.

After Lu Cheng let go of the water-based pen in her hand, she completely took the water-based pen.

Then Lu Cheng flipped the notebook in his hand to a blank page and handed it to her.

As she took the notebook with her other hand, Lu Cheng noticed that the skin on her left hand had aged beyond her age.

The girl looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but her left hand looked like the arm of an old man.

Lu Cheng also noticed that she had a large number of strange 'tattoos' tattooed on her left hand, which should not be said to be tattoos... It should be said that it is a blue symbol, and these symbols also emit a blue fluorescence.

Could it be legendary magic?

While Lu Cheng was thinking, she had already written her name crookedly in her notebook, judging from the way she held the pen, she should have used this kind of tool to write, and she also had a certain level of education.

The aborigines I met in Lucheng before couldn't even write.

After she finished writing, Lu Cheng glanced at the distorted words on it.

'Victims. ’

If taken literally, the girl's name means this, but if it is pronounced in pronunciation.

"Neuslenkh... What's going on? The back one is too long, anyway, how about calling you Noi? Lu Cheng decided to call the two small parts in front of her name without permission.

She nodded again.

"Where are you hurt? Or what is the disease? Lu Cheng asked again.

In order to answer Lu Cheng's question, she took a pen and wrote on the paper again, this time she wrote down a long list of words that looked like cuneiform... In short, it is completely incompatible with Chinese.

But Lu Cheng was stunned and could understand everything.

After she finished writing the last symbol, she held up the notebook again and showed it to Lu Cheng.

I felt the soul in me already burning, and I thought the soul god wanted me to go back to her...... There are also unknown people, and it is nice to meet you before leaving this world. ’

"The god of souls and the soul on fire, it sounds strange."

Lu Cheng began to ponder the meaning of this paragraph, and soon thought of some corresponding symptoms, Lu Cheng reached out and wanted to touch the girl's forehead.

She looked a little frightened and shrunk her neck, but she closed her eyes and obediently let Lu Cheng put his hand on her forehead.

Really... She had a fever, but it wasn't that high, but it would get worse if she left it alone.

Lu Cheng wasn't sure if the human body structure in this world was the same as that of humans on Earth, and if she had other illnesses that caused the fever.

But...

"It's a pity that the god of souls will have to wait a little longer if he wants to see you, and then I can find a glass of water that may be able to extinguish the fire that burned your soul."

Lu Cheng fooled her at the end.

'What water can extinguish the flames of the god of souls?' ’

She wrote down her questions in her notebook, and blinked her eyes when she looked at Lu Cheng, and the expression on her little face seemed to be very surprised.

"Uh... Sanjiu cold spirit. Lu Cheng said in Chinese.

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