The vines on Gu Xinsheng hadn't retreated. They still covered his body and head, so when Qiao Wensong finally calmed down, the sight that greeted him was Gu Xinsheng looking like a wild man, completely covered in green vines.
This… this… this…
'Just a moment ago, when I was reporting to the Chief, he didn't have any of these things on him. And even though he rolled on the ground to dodge the bullet, that shouldn't have been enough to get him covered in this many vines.'
'Besides, no matter how I look at them, these vines don't seem like they're just stuck on him. It's more like…'
'...they were woven together and worn like clothing.'
"What's wrong?" Gu Xinsheng could feel the vines on his body, but he merely thought he'd picked some up when he rolled on the ground and didn't pay it any mind. 'We're deep in the mountains, after all. How could anyone stay perfectly clean?' However, seeing the shocked look in Qiao Wensong's eyes, he subconsciously glanced down.
