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Old Wu got up the next morning and slowly got out of the bed. He put on his clothes and walked to his wine jar. There were several wine jars near the corner of this dim room, full of his treasures. The intoxicating fragrance made him unable to help but try a few sips immediately. Of course, the unique self-control of the panda people also reminded him that there were still injuries on his body, and drinking alcohol was not good for the recovery of the wound, so he thought carefully.

"I just smelled it." He said, and when he took the wine spoon in front of his nose, he drank it in one go with lightning speed. After that, he looked around guiltily, fearing that someone would witness all this.

Walking past the stone fireplace in the wall opposite the house, Lao Wu reached out to pick up the broom he used to clean the Zen temple. The familiar cold feeling of the broom was very comfortable to hold in his hand.

The last time he entered the Red Candle Forest, he did not bring his weapon. This time he would not make the same mistake again. But he hoped that he would not use it. He took the broom under his arm and quietly pushed open the door. Before dawn, he did this to try his best to reduce the sound of opening the door and avoid disturbing others.

When Lao Wu walked to the exit, he was about to push open the heavy courtyard door hard, and then he purred in pain. The wound on his back was still hurting. It was too difficult for him to open the heavy gate.

"Can you tell me what you are doing?" A suspicious question came from behind his left. Old Wu gasped and took his hand away from the gate and turned to face the person who found him. It was not Shang Long, but the most respected person in Tianchan Temple.

"Elder Yunshui." Old Wu bowed and paid tribute. "Why are you here?"

"Seldom people in Tianchan Temple know my habits. Every day before dawn, I will come to the Double Dragon Shrine to meditate for an hour." Yunshui, a blue robe, walked slowly over. His face was firm and carved with attention. "Lin said that your injury will take some time to recover. Why are you going out of the Zen Temple again? Are you going to the Red Candle Forest again?"

"I want to investigate the woodland. I feel that there is something else that I am injured. It is definitely not my own who came back. Someone must have saved me. I want to find him and thank that person in person." Lao Wu said directly.

Yuncun nodded. "Okay. Then I'll go with you too."

"I don't want to be with you and me. I have to do this by myself, elder." Old Wu said. His voice was tough, and Yuncun's concern became more obvious.

"Why are you doing this, Lao Wu? What secrets do you have to hide?"

Lao Wu interrupted him. "I have nothing to hide. You know me. But this time I just want to go by myself. And I promise you that I will not be in danger again." After that, Lao Wu gritted his teeth and pushed open the door hard.

I felt a little uneasy in my heart. Yunshui watched the gardener gallop and disappeared into the distance. He felt that Lao Wu had not told him everything.

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Finding the place where he was in danger that day was not as simple as Old Wu had thought. He spent an hour circling the forest path. The morning mist still clutched the earth and spread around the coiled path. However, he could gradually identify some outlines of the scenery he had seen in his memory. As he approached, he became more careful and used his hearing and smell to capture any dangerous signals. Considering the appearance of the Red Candle Forest Tiger, there was no companion around him who could help.

He needs to be more cautious, he thought.

After all, those wild beasts often do not appear alone. However, he intuition told him that he did not need to be afraid. There was his savior in the red candle forest. He was thrown into the wind with caution. Old Wu boldly continued to move forward and arrived at the place where he fainted that day. Looking down, the surrounding vegetation was dead. The area was not very large. He really wanted to know what was going on. He saw if there were any traces of battle in the surrounding areas. He found nothing.

A low rumbling sound from his throat caught his attention. He turned around and saw a tiger sitting on a large rock. The creature was calm and calm, but its eyes were staring at Lao Wu. At the same time, the beast was also very cautious, Lao Wu thought so.

The panda man quickly blocked the broom in front of him. With his weapons, he felt much more at ease than last time. The beast's limbs supported his body and looked down, as if he was about to pounce on his prey. Old Wu immediately took a step back nervously.

But suddenly, the tiger seemed to have seen something, and its body shivered. It shrank back in panic, jumped off the rock, and escaped from here as fast as possible.

When he saw this scene, Old Wu thought with a joke: It is really a big cat.

But soon he realized that he might have made a very serious mistake in the strange behavior of the beast. The creature would run because it felt threatened and something that scared it was behind him.

He turned around and saw what it was.

A guy who could not speak in seconds stood in front of him. Compared with Hongzhulin's vitality, this person seemed out of place. His whole body was black, which made Lao Wu think of the Shadow Sect, but this person was definitely not from the Shadow Sect.

The man was only a few steps away from him. Old Wu raised his hand and held his fists to salute him. The man raised one hand and placed it on his left shoulder.

Old Wu blinked. Is that the way he saluted? It's really strange.

"I only have one hand and can't do your panda people's movements." The man said in the language of the panda people who were not fluent. His voice was deep and like rubbing sand, but his pronunciation was surprisingly accurate.

"Hello, friend." Old Wu said. Apart from this sentence, he couldn't think of what to say for a moment.

The mysterious man stared at him sternly. "Don't you know what danger is?" he asked. "You were seriously injured and died for a lifetime. After only a few days, you dare to come here alone again? Didn't you see that kind of cat beast?"

Lao Wu was surprised and happy at this man. He really found his meteor, and said obscurely that the other party saved him again just now. "I must know who saved me? We panda people have a saying: The kindness of a drop of water is repaid with a spring of spring. Did you take me away from the tiger's mouth? And took me back to the road outside the Tianchan Temple."

"A drop of water will repay you with a spring of spring?" The mysterious man looked at him for a while and nodded. "I did it," he said. "But I don't expect you to be rewarded."

Old Wu showed a happy smile on his face. "Thank you." He said. "If it weren't for your help, I would have become a tiger's delicious meal long ago."

The mysterious man in the dark shook his head indifferently. "I just happened to see you. Moreover, the two tigers are not enemies to me." He finished.

Lao Wu didn't know what he wanted to hear, but he definitely understood that the answer was acceptable to him. "In addition, you also collected the remaining berry juice for me. I should thank you anyway." Lao Wu scratched his head, and wanted to know how to appropriately call his benefactor.

Feeling the embarrassment of the Panda man, the mysterious man said. "My name is Nathanos. The Withered One, it's a dead soul. You can call me Nathanos directly."

Old Wu looked at Nathanos in surprise and replied: "Thank you, Nathanos. You can call me Lao Wu. Thank you for saving my life. But you just said you are a dead soul?"

Nathanos snorted and took off his hood, allowing the Pandas to see what kind of monster he was. This continent has been isolated for too long, and no one here knows what happened outside.

"Did you see my dead face clearly? Or do I want to explain to you what the undead is?"

Compared to his appearance, Lao Wu noticed more that Nathanos's arm was obviously missing. "You misunderstood. I was not surprised by your identity. I noticed it when I saw your eyes. It just seems that you are different from the rumored undead."

"What? Is there a dead soul in this continent? How is that possible?"

The Panda people smiled gently. "I bet you must think we know nothing about the outside world. But Pandalia has never lost the connection with this world, friends. Many of us Panda people like to take risks. They are not limited to focusing on this continent. They have the choice to leave, roam outside, and then bring what they see and hear back here and tell us. Of course, it also includes descriptions of the undead. They say that the undead is a dangerous creature and is very evil. Now I have to doubt whether they have actually seen the undead."

Hearing these words, Nathanos clearly showed a surprised expression. Azeroth did have the figure of Pandas. They were rare in number and were welcomed by the alliance and the tribe. It was just that few people asked where they came from, or rather, almost no one asked.

"Some of the undead creatures are indeed fighting and killing." Nathanos smiled. "But I think you are ignorant because I am ignorant."

"Everything in the world is endless. Everyone is ignorant." Old Wu waved his hand, "But your appearance was indeed an unexpected surprise. As you said, this continent originally had no undead. This means you came from the world outside the fog, right? How did you do it? For tens of thousands of years, almost no one knew about the existence of Pandaria, let alone anyone found it here."

Nathanos thought of the black prince Rashio, who was the descendant of Deathwing, and let him see Pandaria. Speaking of which, would the black dragon come here too?

"My ship sank on the sea," said Nathanos Weaving Lie: "I came here by accident and could not leave."

"So you and your crewmates are separated!" Lao Wu frowned. "To be honest, it is unfortunate that any ship will lose its direction in the mist of Pandalia."
Chapter completed!