The farmer was just injured. In the heat of the moment, with adrenaline pumping, he might not have felt much. But looking at him now, the clothes on his chest were torn, as if slashed by an Abnormal Ghost's Bone Saber. It was a bloody mess, a serious wound.
Behind the farmer, a young boy and girl who looked similar—likely a brother and sister—were speaking to him frantically, clearly at a loss for what to do.
Fang Zhen glanced at the pair of teenagers. They looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. The girl was around five-foot-three, while the boy was about five-foot-five.
The farmer was about the same height as the boy, and they were dressed similarly.
Fang Zhen took a closer look at the boy's face. His hair was pale blond, but his skin tone was closer to that of an East Asian.
Perhaps because of their youth, the boy and girl were quite good-looking. They had a lively spirit, with small faces and fine features, though their skin wasn't perfect, as both had freckles.
