Chapter 3: The Space
The middle-aged man glanced at his unconscious son, and then at his family. After a long silence, he finally nodded and said, "All right. She can follow us, but we can't give her any food or water."
With his permission, Xu Xiang clasped her fists like a person in an ancient drama, and bowed slightly to the middle-aged man. With a polite smile on her face, she said, "Thank you, uncle, for allowing me to follow your family for a while."
The middle-aged man stood up, returned her heroic salute with a more elegant greeting and said in a calm tone, "This one name is Xiao Yi. I welcome Miss Xu to join us on this journey."
"Uncle Xiao is too polite."
After the two greeted each other, the beautiful young woman greeted gracefully and said, "This one name is Xiao Jing. Miss Xu, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Miss Xiao."
She just smiled at her because she couldn't make those graceful bowing movements like Xiao Jing. Straightening her waist, Xiao Jing pointed to the unconscious man and said, "This is my elder brother, Xiao Shao."
Xu Xiang looked at his pale face that was covered with sweat, and saw that there were many bandages wrapped around his body, arms and legs. Sniffing the air, she could smell rotting flesh. This kind of smell is too familiar for her, who was living more than forty years in the apocalypse world.
While she was observing Xiao Shao, Wen Wan patted her arm, and said, "You should change your clothes. These are my spare clothes. I hope you don't mind."