That sound was the sound of some hard material cracking.
He turned around and saw a fine crack appear on that vortex stone statue.
And the moment she stepped out of the gate, a faint flush appeared on Wen's pale face; those thin threads of red made her look a little more spirited.
She still looked weak, but managed to squeeze out a smile:
"Can I ask you a question?"
Wen Xishu felt that this sensation was far too familiar; instinctively, he answered:
"Ask away."
"Sorry, I really should have prepared something. The next time we meet, I'll give you some gifts."
Wen Xishu found it funny:
"You have this quirk where you even give people rewards for answering questions? No wonder your name is Wen."
The woman also found it funny, but she didn't deny it:
"Yes. I like to get to know people through questions."
Wen Xishu half-understood, half-didn't; he only felt that Wen was very strange, and this church was very strange too, yet this was the real world of the Apocalypse Era…
