The wind gently rustled through the forest, the leaves creating a rustling sound as sunlight filtered through the foliage, adding a touch of life to the forest floor. In the distance, the tireless cricket continued to chirp. A once lively grasshopper near a broken tree had disappeared, a faint scent of blood wafting through the air, adding an unwelcome tension to the serene forest.
Luo Zheng listened carefully, unable to understand the voice coming through the headset. He glanced at the body, noting the yellow-skinned ethnicity speaking a language unfamiliar to him—Japanese. It wasn't from Yue Country or Korea, but none of them were good people. Luo Zheng assessed the height of the person, about 1.75 meters, likely a Korean given the height; the Yue Country people weren't that tall.
