"Liu Zhengyang, we are looking for clues, is it really okay for you to stand by and watch the play?" Zhong Qinglei asked suddenly.

After the tragic battle, the middle-aged and burly men were already covered in blood.

The large and small wounds on the body made the scalp numb.

Although it is already commonplace for monks, it must be uncomfortable to see.

Zhong Qinglei expressed his dissatisfaction while enduring the discomfort to search the body.

Liu Zhengyang found a piece of grass next to him and sat down, while resting, he said confidently: "I was the one who fought the hardest just now. It's not too much for me to take a rest after defeating my opponent? Besides, those two corpses are so disgusting, I I don't want to touch it."

You don't want to touch, so let's touch?

Zhong Qinglei and the chief were speechless.

But since they have already started, there is no reason to give up halfway.

In order to relieve the discomfort, the chief turned over the corpse and muttered, "If they are roasted and eaten, I don't know how it will taste?"

"Chief, do you want to be so disgusting? Are you also interested in two old men?" Zhong Qinglei's face darkened.

The chief asked back: "It's a little disgusting. The old people have rough skin and thick flesh, and the younger ones will taste better."

"Go away!" Zhong Qinglei shouted to stop the chief.

He was just a little uncomfortable at first, but now he is really disgusted by the chief.

He even wanted to take off the smelly socks and put them in the chief's mouth.

"Have it!"

After looking through it for a long time, the chief suddenly held a bottle high, trotted over, handed it to Liu Zhengyang and said, "President Liu, look at the problem on this bottle."

Liu Zhengyang took the bottle and looked at it, and found that the bottle was only three inches high, and it looked a bit like a gourd. There were two strange characters written in paint on the bottle. Liu Zhengyang had never seen that font, but he could still vaguely recognize the word "Yuan Man".

As for what Yuan Man represents, Liu Zhengyang has no concept at all.

At the same time, Zhong Qinglei, who knew that there was a new discovery, also came over.

Liu Zhengyang handed him the bottle and looked at him suspiciously, wanting to see his opinion.

However, Zhong Qinglei shook his head and replied simply: "Don't look at me, I'm a person who has lived in seclusion in the Lake of Destiny for an unknown number of years, but I don't know what's going on in your era. If you don't have a clue, I might as well let you people to investigate."

Liu Zhengyang thought about it and thought it made sense, so he was about to put away the bottle.

"Have you forgotten me?" The chief suddenly interjected: "For so many years, in order to survive, our family has been investigating information from the outside world. Perhaps I know more than you in this regard."

"But didn't you see something just now?" Liu Zhengyang asked.

If the chief can see something, just say it directly, why let Liu Zhengyang guess by himself?

Because of this, Liu Zhengyang knew that the chief had been collecting information, but didn't ask him.

The chief replied awkwardly, "That's because I don't know what's written on the bottle."

Of course Liu Zhengyang was speechless.

A person who has been collecting information can't even recognize even the words. What is this called?

But since the chief said so, Liu Zhengyang naturally told him the word Yuanman.

"Yuanman?" The chief frowned when he heard the name.

Liu Zhengyang asked, "What? Do you know anything?"