The wanderer hadn't finished speaking when he hurriedly grabbed Tang Ye's shoulder and pressed down, bending his own body as if to avoid something.
At first, his attempt to press Tang Ye down was futile, but as soon as Tang Ye realized what was happening, he crouched down as instructed. At the same time, another unfamiliar scent of a living person reached his nose. Indeed someone had come in. Judging by the vagrant's instinct to hide as soon as he sensed someone approaching, this must have been a common way of life for the locals.
Now, Kimberlite City was completely engulfed in darkness, with only a streak of golden twilight on the western horizon barely allowing one to discern some objects in the broken and decrepit alleys.
The man lay down without moving, becoming like a statue in an instant. Evidently, he was accustomed to such situations.
