Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

Thinking of this, Zuo Jian turned around and glanced at the towering cliff behind him. This was where he had just jumped and landed hard.

"Well, that's not entirely what a human should be like." At least humans can't jump off a cliff and land alive and well.

Thinking of this, Zuo Jian stretched his limbs and was about to continue on his journey when he suddenly heard the sound of metal colliding.

"anyone there?"

Zuo Jian frowned, then pushed aside the bushes and moved towards the source of the sound.

Soon, as the sound of the collision became louder and louder, and the frequency became faster and faster, Zuo Jian found the source of the sound.

They were a pair of pink-haired brother and sister who looked similar. They were facing a few guys holding scimitars... who looked like mercenaries.

"Who?" As if aware of his movement, the pink Sarkaz, who was like a brother to him, attracted the attention of himself in the bushes. However, the next moment, the mercenary who was confronting him suddenly loosened his hand holding the knife, then grabbed the handle with his backhand and cut directly towards the opponent's throat along the sword!

"Kid, don't look around during a fight!" The mercenary's pupils were fixed on the opponent's throat, with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

"elder brother!"

The young girl standing by saw her brother's throat about to be cut by a sharp knife and she cried out unconsciously.

However, the next moment, when the pink-haired Sarkaz boy had already closed his eyes, the expected pain did not come.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a strange figure standing in front of him, and the deadly knife just stopped in front of him.

Zuo Jian grabbed the mercenary's wrist and looked at the people in front of him with some indifference.

"...It's so vivid....I thought the so-called afterimages of memory were dull."

Ask for leave! Ask for leave——

Well, although I know that I update once a day which is slow and I like to stop updating at certain key places, it is necessary to conceive the subsequent plot after all! (About)

Well, okay, the main reason is that I can take two leave every month and have full attendance continuously, which is too tempting. I always feel like I’m losing out if I don’t take it.

It turns out that things like leave requests are a bad culture that makes people lazy!

(I'm resting today, good night everyone!)

Chapter 28, Xiao Te and...Xiao Xiao Te?

Is it just a residual image of memory?

Zuo Jian looked at the mercenary whose wrist he had grabbed. Facing the other party's struggle, he protected Tracys behind him and then let go of his hand.

Seeing this, the mercenary immediately withdrew a few steps and distanced himself from the enemy.

He stared at the "stranger" who suddenly broke in with a vigilant look.

"You are not a Sarkaz? That's rare... I haven't seen any race other than the Sarkaz." The other party held the hilt of the knife in reverse, his eyes fixed on the man who had no racial characteristics.

He rolled his eyes as if he was thinking about something.

Zuo Jian stood there silently, looking at the mercenary who was keeping his distance and looked like he was thinking.

It was so similar that they were almost indistinguishable from the real person. It was completely different from what I had originally predicted, that those memory-generated NPCs would only replicate past events based on the original memory content.

Just like a real person.

Thinking of this, he turned around and glanced at the brother and sister he had just rescued.

The young brother stood in front of his sister, so that Zuo Jian could only see the former's alert expression... Was he alerting himself? That was understandable.

And——Zajian glanced at the young Sarkaz's attire again. He was wearing a cloth that seemed to have been patched many times, and the sword in his hand was also very old.

"I said..." Zuo Jian turned his head, then raised his hand without blinking, and pinched the tip of the knife with strong murderous intent between two fingers.

Even this murderous intent is so real that people can't feel it at all.

"What... stopped?" The mercenary's pupils widened, as if he couldn't believe that the 'sneak attack' that he had just launched with almost all his strength was stopped so easily.

He looked at Zuo Jian's calm demeanor and the strength with which he clamped his scimitar with just two fingers, making it impossible for him to move at all.

In response, he loosened the hand holding the knife without any hesitation, and quickly retreated again, putting some distance between himself and Zuo Jian.

"*Sarkaz curse*, who the hell are you?" The mercenary cursed, and then began to stare at the man in front of him.

He thought he had good eyesight. Having been a mercenary in Kazdel for so long, he could spot those guys with a little bit of strength at a glance.

And those guys almost all have something in common, that is, they carry a very dangerous aura. Just by looking at them you can tell how long they have been in this business and how much blood they have been stained with. The bloody smell on some of them is even stronger than those damn blood demons.

But... this guy...

He looked almost threatless, and the expression on his face was just like those idiots who had just entered the mercenary business and died on the roadside.

but----

"Well, I'm still quite curious, why did you target this brother and sister? Mercenaries wouldn't do business at a loss, right? This brother and sister don't look like someone who can be easily controlled. The point is, they don't look like they have any valuables."

Zuo Jian seemed to be in a leisurely mood. While asking the other party, he also grabbed the dagger that the guy had left at his fingertips and weighed it in his hand.

"Oh? Don't you know? It seems he is really a foreigner." The mercenary said to Zuo Jian, putting his hands behind his back, signaling his two companions to prepare their weapons.

"Is it that obvious?" Zuo Jian narrowed his eyes and showed a helpless smile, then looked at the mercenary and motioned for him to continue.

"In recent years, a place called Scar Emporium has gradually become popular. Many mercenaries basically make a living by taking commissions from that place. There, you can get a lot of things, whether it is intelligence, weapons, or someone's life, or... "

The mercenary leader licked the corner of his mouth and then spoke.

"slave."

"........."

Having said that, he suddenly changed his attitude and forced an expression as if he and Zuo Jian regretted not meeting each other earlier.

"Hey, man, how about this? There's no need for us to do things so drastically. I'll give you the guy. He has a good physique and knows a little swordsmanship. He can be sold for a lot of money in the Scar Emporium."

"As for that woman, you know, in most cases they are used as a venting tool. Although we can negotiate a good price, they are basically not used for a long time, especially this small one, which is easy to break. So the price is definitely not as good as that of the man. Brother, I will take the loss and take the woman. You take the man away and we will pretend that we didn't see it..."

He was halfway through his speech when he realized that Zuo Jian seemed to have ignored them. He turned his back to them and faced the brother and sister. He then bent down and tried to rub the brother's head. He then glanced at the sister behind him and spoke.

Tracy originally wanted to dodge, but when he remembered that the other party had just easily resolved the attack of the mercenary who had troubled him, he realized that he and his sister were completely passive with this stranger, so he had to grit his teeth and not dodge.

Zuo Jian rubbed the other person's pink hair and then asked.

"May I have your name."

"Trey.....Cis..."

"Tracy, right? She's your sister, right?"

"What do you want to do?!" The young man who called himself Tracy clenched the sword in his hand and stared at the powerful stranger.

"You did a great job. As a brother, you should protect your sister like this... After all, she is your family, isn't she?"

After saying this, Zuo Jian stood up and released his hands that were rubbing Tracy's hair.

"Now, Tracy, stand in front of your sister and block her from seeing what's coming next."

"What's the meaning......."

Zuo Jian did not answer, then patted the latter's shoulder, indicating that he should just do as he was told.

Realizing that the other party did not answer his thought, Tracy did as he was told after hesitating for a moment, but his eyes were still fixed on Zuo Jian's figure, as if he was worried that the other party would suddenly attack and hurt them in the next moment.

"Hey, hey, hey, man, isn't this a bit unfair of you? We were the first to get here, and you got the lion's share. Isn't that enough?"

The mercenaries stared at Zuo Jian with a puzzled expression, but the latter fiddled with the confiscated scimitar in his hand without saying a word, and didn't seem to have any intention of responding to their wishes.

In response to this, the former simply waved his hand and said as if he wanted to give up.

"Alright, alright, brother. If that's the case, I'll give it to you. After all, since this is your first time in Kazdel, it's only right for you to experience the local Sarkaz hospitality. Let's go, brothers."

He said, waving at the other two to leave.

However, the moment he turned around, a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes again, and at the same time, through the blind spot of his vision, he slowly pulled out a poisoned dagger from his arms.

The two accomplices beside him were also ready to provide cover. If he tried again, with the help of his companions, he believed that he could definitely cut the opponent's neck. Even if he couldn't do it, as long as he could make a cut...

This is the 'hospitality' of the mercenaries around Kazdel.

That was the moment when the two groups of people collided on the road. They should have known that only one group would survive in the end.

"Really? If you're ready to go, then just go all the way."

In an instant, just as he tried to draw his sword and turn around, Zuo Jian's voice sounded in his ears like a ghost, so faint that he could even feel the breathing coming from his ears.

"Varied....."

The sharp scimitar cut the blood vessels in his neck, causing a large amount of blood to spurt out wildly, which also meant that his life would quickly pass away in the next few seconds.

"I'm sorry, mercenary, I'm really sorry for you."

"After all, people like you are different from some of the guys I hate. Maybe you just started to become what you are now just to make a living. But all I can do now is to make you feel a little happier."

As Zuo Jian spoke, he took the poisoned dagger from his hand with his left hand and drew out the scimitar with his right hand.

Then he shook his wrists, and two cold lights quickly shot out from his hands, accurately hitting the throats of the two remaining mercenaries around him, causing blood to bloom.

Even though it’s just a residual image in memory——————

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"You....ahem...what are you planning to do..."

On the path in the woods.

The man was carrying a young Sarkaz boy on his back, and there was an equally young girl beside him.

"If you are hurt, just keep quiet, Tracy. Your sister is worried about you."

"that...."

At this moment, the girl next to him also spoke, looking at the man.

"Thank you for saving us, big brother."

"My name is Theresa!"

Zuo Jian glanced at the girl following him, and couldn't help but wonder whether their meeting here was accidental or destined?

He could feel that she was not an afterimage constructed in this space. This was the real Theresa, but she looked... as if she had really turned back to her past appearance.

Is this... reliving the memories?

"By the way, Theresa, right?" Zuo Jian called the other party's name tentatively.

"Ok!"

"Hey, Theresa! Don't trust this guy too much. Maybe he is just... ahem." Theresa subconsciously shouted to his sister on Zuojian's back.

"Brother, but..."

"Your brother is right. Speaking of which, I seem to have noticed that you have been staring at me since just now. Is there something on my face?" Zuo Jian glanced at Theresa beside him and asked curiously.

"Um...I'm not sure...I just feel...it's familiar."

"It's like...we should have met somewhere before?"

After listening to this, Zuo Jian lowered his head silently, as if he was thinking about something.

"Big brother?"

"It must be just an illusion. It just happens that my face looks similar to someone you knew in the past." Zuo Jian shook his head slightly and spoke to Theresa beside him.

"Also, you don't need to call me...big brother..."

"Don't trust strangers so subconsciously. Didn't your brother tell you that?" Zuo Jian sighed. Facing this 'little sister' Theresa, who only looked young at the moment but was actually older than all the people in the pages of his family's household registration book combined, to be honest, he really couldn't bear this generational status. It always seemed too weird.

"I told her!" Tracy on his back expressed his dissatisfaction.

Obviously, although my sister is a little too kind,

After all, we live in Kazdel, so we must be on basic alert.

But I don't know why, facing this strange guy...

"Zuojian, just call me Zuojian."

"Okay, Zuojian!"

Chapter 29, Brother and Sister (Part 1)

call.....

Behind the simple house, in a small yard filled with various wooden stakes, a young Sarkaz boy was waving a polished straight wooden stick, as always, towards his target in front of him.