"Then get in the car," Lin Chen said with a smile.
"But I have to tell you, I'm broke. How about I give you this Demon-slaying Sword worth 9999 bucks instead?" The scruffy uncle smiled at Lin Chen.
"You better keep that Demon-slaying Sword for yourself. No need for money, just get in," Lin Chen replied, speechless.
"Kid, you're not planning to go to Qin Family Village, are you? Are you a journalist or a volunteer? I'd advise you to stay away from there to avoid the epidemic. I'm telling you, that epidemic is incurable; once infected, it's nine out of ten you'll die," the scruffy uncle advised.
The more the scruffy uncle spoke, the more uneasy Lin Chen felt.
After all, Xia Xiner was in the village. If the epidemic was really that serious, she could easily get infected since she interacted with the villagers daily.
"I have to go. My friend is inside; she's a nurse," Lin Chen said.
