Ximen Kankan paused for a moment, then suddenly turned and walked towards the place. He had a vague feeling in his heart.
He passed through the dark corridor and saw a firelight not far away. In front of a pile of abandoned weapons, a figure occasionally bent down, intermittently throwing weapons behind.
Ximen Kankan walked over, looking at Duan Rong busying himself there again, his face suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant.
"Can't you let go of the pile of trash?"
Duan Rong turned his head upon hearing this, seeing Ximen Kankan behind him, looking at him with a peculiar expression.
He could see the worry in Ximen Kankan's eyes.
Duan Rong immediately understood that his behavior indeed didn't seem like that of a normal person. No wonder Ximen Kankan would look at him with such eyes.
Duan Rong threw the weapon in his hand behind him, patted Ximen Kankan on the shoulder, and said, "You don't need to look at me like that, I'm seriously normal."
