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Chapter 352: Chapter 323: The Ring

The man’s expression was filled with confusion. He seemed to find it unbelievable—could this woman before him truly know nothing, only the single word "mist"?

’Is she for real, or is this an act?’

But looking at her beautiful face, filled with such pure, innocent confusion, it seemed she genuinely knew nothing of the world of terror.

’Is she just another poor soul who wandered into the mist by mistake?’

’And this particular poor soul just happens to be beautiful and possess immense strength?’

The man wanted to believe it, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was strange.

He just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

It was simply his sixth sense telling him so.

Wen Ying shook her head honestly, indicating she truly didn’t know.

This time, she wasn’t lying. She really was in the dark.

Although she hadn’t wandered into the mist by mistake, it was close enough.

The man’s expression shifted repeatedly. "This is the World of Great Terror. Hasn’t anyone told you? Is your country... Are you from Korea or the Neon Country?"

Wen Ying shook her head again.

She looked utterly sincere.

"Then where are you from?" The man studied Wen Ying’s features, which were a perfect match for someone from those countries.

The women from those countries all looked more or less the same; it was impossible to tell them apart.

As for language, upon entering the mist, a mysterious power synchronized everyone’s speech. Each person heard others speak in the language they were most fluent in.

Such was the mysterious power.

Thus, they had never faced a language barrier.

"Flower Country." The two simple words that left Wen Ying’s lips were exceptionally melodious, like the tinkling of a mountain spring, the patter of raindrops, or an autumn breeze rustling through her hair.

But the moment the man heard those two words, his pupils contracted. His face was a mask of disbelief. ’How is that possible?’

’Impossible!’

’How could someone from Flower Country be here?’

It was common knowledge that the mist first appeared in the Eagle Beak Country. Initially, the government suppressed the news, but they later began to grasp some of the mist’s patterns. It wasn’t just a crisis; it was also an opportunity.

The mist had spread and manifested several times, but always within a specific range.

But it had never once appeared in Flower Country.

This was why the countries where the mist did appear had secretly formed an alliance, excluding all others.

As a result, Flower Country knew very little about the mist.

The earliest information they had about the mist had been secretly relayed back by a few patriotic individuals.

Those other nations had already concluded that the mist would not appear in Flower Country—at least for the time being—and had even produced various analyses to prove their theory.

As for the people from their own countries who entered the mist, they were all carefully selected.

Of course, there were occasional unfortunates who were accidentally swallowed up, but most of them didn’t survive more than a few days.

That was why, when it came to the mist, they never imagined someone from Flower Country would show up.

Hearing the beautiful woman’s words, the man was incredulous.

"Are you really from Flower Country?"

Wen Ying took in his expression, having a good idea of what he was thinking.

"Of course."

"How did you get in?"

"Are people from Flower Country not allowed in?" Wen Ying retorted.

The man gave Wen Ying a complicated look, seemingly conflicted.

[What’s this guy’s deal? Why can the mist show up in their countries but not ours?]

[No wonder none of the people we’ve seen so far are from our country. That one person who looked like us was probably from Korea or the Neon Country, then.]

[Don’t tell me the mist’s appearance follows some kind of pattern? And they figured it out, so they’re excluding us?]

[No wonder people using VPNs found tons of info about the mist, but none of it was from our country.]

[But Doctor Wen got in this time, didn’t she? That proves the pattern they figured out isn’t accurate, right? You can tell just by looking at this guy’s face!]

[Go, Doctor Wen! You have to crush these self-important foreigners this time!]

"It’s impossible for people from Flower Country to enter the mist, and the mist isn’t supposed to appear in Flower Country! At least, that’s how it’s always been!"

The man muttered this to himself several times, as if trying to reaffirm the fact, before looking back at Wen Ying.

"Why?"

"And you think I’d tell you something that classified?" The man was clearly no fool, and he wasn’t about to be tricked into spilling secrets.

"But I’m here now, which proves the mist did appear, doesn’t it?"

The man was left speechless. She had a point.

’But this woman is just so damn strange!’

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