Shen Feng froze. But seeing Firefly's worried expression, which didn't look faked, he asked,
"Can you read what's on this?"
Firefly shook her head. "How could I possibly know what this is? It's all divine language and images of gods from the ancient era. But even if I can't read it, I know it's a treasure. It could sell for a lot of money!"
'Has writing been lost? Just how long has it been since the nuclear war, and what exactly happened?'
"Money?" Shen Feng pulled out a blue mineral water bottle cap. "You mean this?"
Firefly nodded. "Yes... that's it..."
She didn't know why this sturdy young man had suddenly pulled out money. From the look of him, he seemed to be clueless about many things.
His guess confirmed, Shen Feng nodded. He gently cut the ropes binding Firefly's hands with his dagger and said,
"I mean you no harm, and I suggest you do the same. Otherwise, you'll end up just like them."
Firefly immediately nodded, her large eyes blinking timidly.
