Puff!
A hand emerged from the earth, and a figure with blank eyes sat up, hitting the bumper of a scrap car with a clang, and then lay back down.
This figure was the Wanderer.
"What in the world..."
The Wanderer took two minutes to figure out that it was Lin Zheyuan who had buried him here.
He understood that Lin Zheyuan did this to protect him, but wouldn't a small motel have sufficed? Even just being stuffed in the trunk of a car would have been better.
There was no need to make it look like he was being buried alive, with at least a dozen wrecked cars piled on top.
For an ordinary person, this would be murder.
Then he received a message from Lin Zheyuan, realizing that a significant backup had arrived, so he painstakingly pushed the cars aside, emptied the dirt from his underwear and shoes, and limped towards the rendezvous point with his broken arm.
The Wanderer originally intended to use this trip to undergo a transformation.
