"Stop!"
Signaling Seo Shaochuan to halt, Leng Zirui pushed away the night vision goggles and looked into the valley.
Under the faint light, a large area of half-human-high plants could be vaguely seen, their flowers blooming with a certain allure even in the darkness.
Those were the beautiful yet dangerous plants—opium poppies.
Cautiously feeling his way forward, Leng Zirui reached out his hand, flipped over the mature fruits, and found no traces of harvesting.
"How is it?" Seo Shaochuan approached from behind.
"Not harvested yet." Leng Zirui raised his face, looking towards the depths of the valley.
There was no light in the depths of the valley, it looked as if it were an uninhabited dead valley.
"Why does it seem empty?" Seo Shaochuan asked with a slight furrowed brow.
