I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Two days after leaving the city, there were no longer any decent strange things on the road. Occasionally, a few low-level prompts would appear in gray text. They were far away in the deep forest. In addition, there was a formation on the vehicle and such a large group of people lined up together. Weak things dared not approach.

The further east you go, the quieter it gets.

As night fell, the sandworm oil lamps were lit one by one, their bright white light enveloping the entire caravan. Even the horses felt more at ease. The lamplight illuminated the cracks in the pebbles on the road, and occasionally a shadow would flicker in the distance, only to disappear after circling around for a while.

Apart from the hotel on the first day, I didn't encounter anything else throughout the rest of the day.

In the corner of the field of vision, a line of numbers hangs quietly in gray and white text.

[Rationality: 113/140]

The number was 89 on the day he left the city. After resting along the way, and with Margaret secretly continuing to give him the long-acting medication, the number gradually increased over the next two days. The drowsiness in his mind completely dissipated, and the feeling of being slow to react when encountering problems on the road was gone. He felt much more relaxed all over.

Dunn's wound on his right arm had scabbed over, the bandage had been changed twice, and it was no longer bleeding. The boy sat on the side of the carriage, occasionally raising his hand to touch the hard, shell-like scab, and was slapped on the back of his hand by Bor.

"Don't pick at it."

Dunn withdrew his hand and remained silent.

The residents in the convoy had also calmed down considerably. The lifelessness they felt on the first day after leaving the city was gone. Some people started chatting quietly in the carriages, and a few children were leaning on the edge of the carriage looking at the wildflowers by the roadside, but their heads were pressed back down by the adults.

After a day and a half of peace, Lu Yuan remained vigilant in all the necessary situations, but he did feel a sense of relief.

There's just one thing I can't let go of.

Lu Yuan's own left leg.

Lu Yuan had kept it in mind ever since he discovered it at the branch that night.

The thing was stuck to my left leg, with the gray and white text saying "Parasitic," but there were no danger signs or signs of it being moved.

But after leaving the hotel, it suddenly became active again.

It was no longer the active kind that wanted to take action, but rather a kind of inexplicable restlessness.

During the days I was at the branch office, it was quiet and I could hardly feel it on my skin. But after I left the hotel, I felt a faint chill seeping out of that area on my left leg, intermittently. It was weaker during the day and became more noticeable at night.

Lu Yuan had some doubts.

Did this thing eat something at the hotel?

The entire museum contained twenty-seven corpses, each with a different manner of death. Most of them had been scared to death, their faces contorted in extreme terror. The resentment and bitterness left behind by such deaths were considerable.

The drowning person is a creature formed from resentment. Could it be that it absorbed the resentment from the corpses and started to cause trouble?

Lu Yuan wasn't sure either.

He checked it once a day when he had a spare moment.

Using the Knowledge Worm's ability to see, ever since the Knowledge Worm was injured, it has been kept close to the key. Borrowing a little of its ability won't worsen the situation, but the worm's light-up time is shorter than before.

This time, Lu Yuan once again used the symbiotic connection to poke the worm of knowledge.

Deep within his left eye, the worm of knowledge glowed faintly, and the entire world instantly transformed into mottled patches of color.

He looked down at his left leg.

Just like before, there was a pale human face pressed against the skin on the outside of the left leg, with blurred features and empty black eye sockets facing outwards.

But the black aura surrounding that face was a whole size larger than last time.

The original black blotch was only the size of a palm, stuck to the edge of the face like a faint ink stain. Now, the ink stain has spread outwards, almost covering the outer side of the left leg from the knee to the middle of the thigh.

A chill ran down Lu Yuan's back.

He stared intently, and a line of gray-white text appeared in the corner of his vision.

[The Drowning Man (Parasitic) (?)]

It seems that some unknown change has occurred.

Almost exactly the same as last time.

It remained stuck to its left leg, showing no signs of moving elsewhere.

But they have definitely grown up.

Lu Yuan stared at the black aura that had expanded, unsure of how to handle the situation.

You can't communicate with it, you can't tell if it's good or bad, and if you really go against it, you're afraid something will go wrong.

There really isn't a good solution right now.

We can only wait until we regain our composure and send the residents to Lilin City before we can think of a solution.

Lu Yuan pulled down his trousers, raised his head, and looked back at the official road ahead.

The sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

It was the sound of an entire convoy rolling across the road, the clatter of hooves and wheels mingling together, coming muffledly from behind the bend ahead.

Lu Yuan placed his hand on his waist, and Bo'er sat up straight as well.

A caravan appeared behind the bend.

Medium-sized, consisting of seven or eight tarpaulin-covered wagons, narrower but longer than the Night's Watch's chariots.

The tarpaulin was sun-dried and had many patches. The ruts were deep, indicating that it was packed full. Several wine barrels and neatly stacked ore could be seen from the edge of the tarpaulin. Further inside, there were also bundles of herbs, emitting a sweet fragrance.

Ahead of the convoy were several guards with swords at their sides. Judging from their common attire, they were ordinary hired guards. They became alert upon seeing Lu Yuan's group, but once they recognized the Night's Watch insignia on the front of the carriage, they relaxed their shoulders and moved aside.

The two convoys slowed down as they crossed paths on the official road.

There was a place along the way where people could take a break. Under the old tree, there was a stone trough and a watering pool for horses, clearly intended for caravans to rest.

Lu Yuan had originally planned to rest here for a while, let the horses drink water and be fed. After parking the car, he used the communication inscription array to issue a rest order, allowing the residents to get out of the car and move around.

The caravan also stopped.

A middle-aged man jumped off the lead truck and walked towards Lu Yuan. His face was weathered, his cheekbones were high, and there was an old scar on his chin. His skin was tanned to a dark brown, but his eyes were bright and shrewd. When he looked people up and down, he did so with a quick but not offensive sense of proportion that was unique to businessmen.

He first glanced at Lu Yuan's dark gray Night Watch captain's coat, then at the residents getting off the car one after another. His gaze lingered on their faces for a moment, but he didn't ask anything. Instead, he smiled and extended his hand.

"I am Gordon, the leader of this caravan."

Lu Yuan shook hands and gave his name.

Gordon withdrew his hand, tilted his head slightly toward the convoy, and spoke with a hint of probing.

"Judging from the direction you're coming from, you're coming from the Bronze City, aren't you?"

Lu Yuan neither denied it nor said much, he just nodded.

Gordon didn't press further, as if he had already guessed something, and his tone became more tactful.

"We are regulars on this route, often trading with towns around Bronze City. A week ago, we received news that Bronze City would soon be prohibited from trading, especially since it had just been closed once recently."

He looked at Lu Yuan, paused, and then focused on a very specific question.

"I wonder when Bronze City will reopen?"

Lu Yuan understood.

Klaus's arrangements were indeed thorough; he had even spoken to the merchants, though he didn't go into details, giving only a vague outline.

"Some strange things have happened in the city. The Night Watch is suppressing them, and some buildings have been damaged and need repair. It might take a while."

The problems in the city go far beyond these, but it's best not to tell outsiders. Saying more is pointless and could only cause more trouble.

Gordon listened, slowly nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

"I understand, I understand." He clapped his hands and changed the subject, "So, with so many people you've been traveling with, have you had enough to eat?"

He waved to his truck, "I have some food in my truck, I'll bring some over. When you're traveling, it's always good to lend a hand."

Lu Yuan glanced at him.

This man was shrewd, but not unpleasant. He recognized that the Night's Watch was a worthwhile connection to cultivate, so he used the opportunity of delivering food to build a relationship, hoping that this favor would come in handy when Bronze City reopened.

Lu Yuan accepted the kindness, but he didn't take it for nothing.

"Pay according to the price," Lu Yuan said.

Gordon paused for a moment, then grinned and didn't refuse.

Lu Yuan turned around and waved to Bor. His own money was all recorded on a receipt inside the Night's Watch, more than a hundred Imperial Gold Shields. He hadn't taken it out yet, and he didn't know if Gordon would accept it, so he decided not to touch it.

"Bohr, pay for it first, we'll reimburse you later."

Bohr responded, took out a few gold shields from his pocket, and negotiated the price with Gordon. After a few back and forth exchanges, Gordon quoted a fair price, pushed the extra money back, and turned around to unload a few bundles of things from the car.

Smoked meat, a large bag; dried mushrooms, packed in a coarse cloth bag, dark brown in color, crunchy to the touch.

The quantity wasn't much, enough for the entire Night's Watch caravan to have a hearty meal, but it wouldn't last more than a few days. However, after eating jerky and biscuits every day, we were already tired of them, so a taste of mushrooms would be nice to change things up.

Boer accepted the gifts without hesitation and went to find a place to cook, boil water, and set up a stove.

Several night watchmen helped set up the pot, sliced ​​the smoked meat, soaked the mushrooms until soft, and threw them in. Soon, the aroma of the bubbling meat broth wafted out of the pot.

The residents were called over to eat. Some used bowls to catch the soup, some dipped flatbread in the gravy and ate it, and several children ate mushrooms with crumbs all over their faces, which were then wiped off by the adults with their sleeves.

The meal wasn't lavish, but everyone's faces relaxed a bit as they ate.

Lu Yuan also drank a bowl of soup. The sweet aroma of mushrooms and the salty taste of smoked meat mixed together were much better than the dried meat he had been eating for two days in a row.

When they finished eating and were cleaning up, Gordon's caravan had already left. They had other places to go. Before leaving, Gordon waved to Lu Yuan, smiled and said, "If you pass by again, please take care of me," and then got into the car.

Lu Yuan watched the caravan turn the corner and disappear at the end of the road, then turned back and called the residents to get on the bus.

Boer cleared away the pots and pans, extinguished the sparks on the stove with dirt, and Dunn helped wrap the uneaten mushrooms in a cloth and put them back in the car. He was much more efficient than the previous two days, and the scab on his right arm looked like it was about to fall off.

"Let's go." Lu Yuan jumped into the lead car.

With a flick of the reins, the caravan started moving again, continuing its journey towards Oak Forest City.

We walked for about another day and a half.

It was already evening, and more and more caravans were coming and going on the road. Some were carrying goods, some were driving livestock, and there were a few smaller merchant wagons than Gordon's. As they came, they glanced at the Night's Watch.

After crossing a mountain ridge, Oak Forest City appeared in the distance.