Chapter 5: The Refugee
Chapter 5: The Refugee
Xu Qing was a methodical person.
Once he made a choice between "can" and "cannot," he no longer dwelled on it and naturally moved on to the next step.
By the time Jiang He finished the simple meal of congee and side dishes, it was already close to 8 p.m.
Xu Qing paused the pen in his hand, helped clear the food containers and wrappers, setting them aside, and then picked up the dart, weighing it in his hand.
"Right now, you are 1,200 years in the future. Whether you accept this or not, our conversation will proceed on this basis. Do you understand?"
The saying goes, "Take someone’s things and soften your stance; eat someone’s food and watch your words." Jiang He touched her stomach. Although still skeptical of Xu Qing's words, she said nothing more, suppressing her thoughts and nodding, ready to listen.
Xu Qing noted her attitude but paid it no mind. He fiddled with the iron dart in his hand, mulling over his words. "First, this place is completely safe. At least in this room, you are safe. Even if you were to cut me down, as long as my body doesn’t rot, you could hide here for about a week—seven days or so—without any incident."
He looked at Jiang He, who showed no reaction and just listened quietly, and continued, "So, stop worrying about your sword... Everything here is unfamiliar to you, like that." Xu Qing tapped the broken television with the dart. "It’s just a device that makes sound, used for... well, for entertainment. It's harmless. There are many things like it, including this."