After a brief conversation, they no longer talked. Footsteps came over. It was the sound of thick leather boots stepping on the sand, mixed with the sound of sand friction.

They were humans. After An Ze’s death, An Zhe hadn’t seen a human for a long time. He quietly raised his head from the bushes. The bushes rustled and the first man called out, “Be cautious!”

The next moment, the black holes of three muzzles were pointed at him.

An Zhe just looked at them. He inevitably remembered the chaotic memory of the night he lost his spore. However, An Ze’s existence had showed him the kindness and friendliness of humans. He thought about his current situation and said, “H… Hello.”

Under the glow of the aurora, the scene in front of him was clear. There were three people in dark clothes and they were all men. They had wide brown belts around their waists with magazines tied to them. The man standing in the middle was tall while the other two were slightly shorter.

The man in the middle was the one who had spoken first about the ‘last uranium bomb’. His voice was very calm. “A human?”

There was a moment of hesitation. Then he thought of the weapon that had stopped the monster and he replied, “Yes.”

“What’s your name? What’s your ID number? Where is your teammate?”

“An Zhe, 3261170514, lost.”

The man frowned and looked down at him. This person’s eyebrows were thick and black, his nose was high and his lips were thick. The combination of facial features didn’t give An Zhe a dangerous feeling like the beasts of the Abyss. An Zhe pursed his lips and looked back.

Three seconds later, another man appeared next to the first. He was a small, dark-skinned ma who aimed his gun, full of threats. He looked at An Zhe and ordered in a low voice. “Take off your clothes.”

An Zhe got up from the bushes. He unbuttoned the first button of the grey shirt, then the second. The skin of his neckline was exposed. His skin was a smooth milky white and was a bit like the colour of his mycelium.

The next moment, he heard the third man whistle. It was a pale-rosy skinned, yellow haired man with many wrinkles on his face, which meant human aging. His eyes were grey-blue and he stared at An Zhe.