"As long as you're fine, I'll help you go back and rest, and I'll boil a pot of wine to calm your shock." Qinggeltai lifted Wushuang up from the lake, and most people would have been so frightened that their legs and body would be unable to walk.

He stiffened, but Wushuang pushed him away unexpectedly.

"I'm fine, just let me rest for a while."

"I told you not to go down and you didn't listen. Did you encounter those water monsters?"

"That's not a water monster, it's a turtle. Your Wentu Lake seems to be a geomantic treasure. Otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted so many freshwater creatures from the mainland to gather here. Judging from their size, they are thousands of years old. Maybe you are right.

Yes, there must be the ruins of an ancient city down here." Wushuang said, stroking the blood on his face.

The shore was crowded with people, pointing behind their backs. Some even said that Wu Shuang might have come to Wentu to seek death and commit suicide. Among them, there were several masked Uighurs with very sharp eyes, who had been hiding behind people and secretly watching this person.

Northeastern man.

"Is there any better diving equipment? You can rent it from Jiuquan Xining, I'll pay for it!" Wushuang asked Qinggertai.

"Yes, yes, but... Master Shuang, do you still want to go down? Do you want to die?"

"I have found a way to deal with those monsters. If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cub? Listen to me, get me two sets quickly, and borrow a spear gun by the way." Wushuang shook the water and made a beep.

He stretched out his hand to dislike his hair out of habit, but the cigarette in his pocket was already soaked through. Qinggertai shook his head and handed him one respectfully.

"Oh my god, you are really lucky. If it weren't for the fact that you are a Manchu noble, I wouldn't dare to let you go into the water. I can't bear the loss of life!"

Wushuang smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I know it in my heart. You tell people to prepare. Maybe I will go into the water again tomorrow with my friends." He turned around and suddenly met a pair of sharp eyes in the crowd.

superior.

"Who is that person?" Wushuang asked, pointing to that gaze.

"It's a tour group that came in the afternoon. I don't think they are good people. How can good people wear masks in broad daylight? You'd better not provoke them."

Wushuang is a high-profile person who is willing to stir up trouble. He did not dodge. He smiled at the man, whistled, and raised his middle finger at the man in provocation. The man slowly backed away and disappeared into the crowd.

, the look in his eyes just now was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Wushuang knew that he was in danger and was being watched. The other party was probably a DS mercenary. But why were they reluctant to take action?

With their own skills, if this group of people besieged him, they would definitely be no match for him and could only be captured. The only possible explanation was that they were waiting for someone, and who were they waiting for? Yes, their boss ds. Wushuang was also waiting for someone, waiting for Nalanhong.

With his support group, he is not afraid as long as Nalanhong arrives. Nalanhong is very competitive and thinks he is unparalleled in the world. A fight between this guy and DS will definitely be a fierce battle that will shake the world and make the gods cry.

He could only hope that Nalanhong would be the first to arrive. He originally planned to ask Qinggertai to take him to the reservoir to see the stone tablet, but now it seems that everything is in vain. No matter what he does, it may be

Working for DS.

He decided to take a rest today and sit alone on the shore to fish with a fishing rod. Running was not an option. As long as he was in Bagan Jilin, he could not escape DS's eyes no matter where he ran. It was like a soul without a trace.

Wushuang clung to his prey. Wushuang didn't intend to run. He was tired from running, so he simply prepared to meet the enemy.

He sat quietly on the shore and fished happily again and again. After catching a fish, he set up a fire by the lake and grilled it for himself, regardless of the cold eyes lurking in the grass.

"Well, this fish is indeed pollution-free and natural, and the meat is delicious!" He said to himself, picked up the wine glass and drank strong liquor.

"Brother, is it not hot under the sun? How about we two drink some?" Wushuang turned around and said to the Uighur man who was hiding in the grass and watching.

The man didn't panic when he saw that Wushuang had discovered him a long time ago. He stood up from the grass and walked straight over. Wushuang smiled honestly on his face. Ordinary people could not see the killing intent in the leader's smile.

He had already conducted a secret investigation just now, and one of these people would come to follow him every hour. They were afraid of arousing Wushuang's suspicion, but they did underestimate his prudence and cunning. Wushuang is the leader, and the leader may not be that powerful.

He has martial arts skills, but since he can command the heroes, he is a ruthless character with vicious attacks. If he wants to kill someone, it will be useless no matter how well you hide it.

He handed a bunch of fragrant grilled fish to the guy and said with a smile: "When will your boss come? I have to treat him to a drink. Thank you for letting me go last time."

The man looked at him. It was obvious that he didn't understand Chinese. His eyes were blocked and his expression was innocent.

"DS, Desert Scorpion! Stop pretending, do you think I'm a **?" Wushuang stood up and handed him a cigarette, and kindly lit it for him. Taking this opportunity, he sneaked around the guy

behind.

Before the guy could react, Wushuang covered his mouth with one hand from behind. With the other hand, he took out a sharp thorn and quickly wiped it on his throat, then kicked him in the back.

, letting his blood-spattered body fall into the bottomless Lake Wentu. Suddenly, huge black shadows in the depths of the lake rushed over like crazy from all directions, killing the man's body in less than a few seconds.

His flesh and blood were torn to pieces, and he didn't even cry out for help.

A minute later, the lake returned to calm, and blood settled into the water. Lake Wentu was extremely clear, with rippling blue waves, as if nothing had happened. Wushuang whistled happily, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above his head.

Enjoy the baptism of nature.

He had a very pleasant day. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a solo trip, and he had these playmates around him for nothing, which made his little plan try every time. He quietly eliminated six guys in one day. Then.

Carrying his fishing rod, he staggered back to the yurt after burping and fell asleep.

"Anda, Anda, do you still want to sleep?" Qinggertai pushed him awake.

"What's wrong?" He pretended to be innocent and confused.

"The Uyghur tour group that came in the afternoon seems to have lost many of its companions. They are very angry and are looking for their companions everywhere. Looking at their fierce looks, I am afraid they are going to cause trouble soon. You should leave quickly!"

"Should I go? Where should I go? Arslan hasn't come back yet, and my friends haven't arrived yet. I'm not going anywhere. Let them find them. If they can't see the dead or alive, what evidence do they have?" Wushuang asked.

Just like a normal person.
Chapter completed!