The nights in the wilderness are extremely cold. If there wasn't enough water vapor, the desert would be covered with a layer of white frost.
In such a cold place, the signs of life are decreasing. The desert is completely silent. Only occasionally the gravel moves slightly, making a soft rustling sound. I don't know if it is the sound of wind or the movement caused by some underground visitor.
The campground in the distance has become quiet, as if the excitement just now has dissipated, but the campfire has not been extinguished. The fire flickers and extinguishes, clearly visible in the desert.
When camping in the wilderness, the flames cannot be extinguished for a moment. Where there is fire, there is life.
swish swish——
The sound of friction on the ground.
Two boy servants in green clothes were walking in the desert, one of them was dragging the foot of a corpse - the only foot of the corpse - on the ground.
"Okay, just throw it here."
Walking in front of a big stone, a handsome boy servant said: "Where can I throw this kind of pickled stuff? If I say no, there is no need to throw it out. If you just stuff it somewhere, will it stink overnight? Let's leave him.
Just stay."
"Maybe you don't want to stay in the same camp with this kind of thing all night. Can you still see it in the morning without it being an eyesore?" Another boy servant, Wei Se, answered seriously, "Not only is this kind of thing not worthy of staying in the camp,
, it is not worthy to be placed in the magic weapon space, and exposing the corpse to the wilderness will be an advantage for him."
The handsome boy servant raised his head and looked at the other party's plain, almost dull face, and said, "Even you have such open hatred? It's rare."
Wei Se lowered his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry."
Juntongbu smiled and said, "What are you sorry for? It hurts so much, why don't people scream? It's my fault that my back hurts when I stand and talk. He has thought more carefully than me. For example, if we have to move in the desert, we have to do it.
Together, we cannot act alone. I still think he is making a fuss out of a molehill. Who else do you and I have to be afraid of? Now it seems that there are indeed many dangers hidden in the wasteland."
As he spoke, he slowly turned around, faced the stone behind him, and said, "Stop hiding, come out."
Wei Se's face was calm, not only had he noticed it for a long time, but his face was expressionless.
After a moment of silence, a person slowly walked out from behind the stone. Before he could see her face clearly, he saw her gray hair that almost blended into the night.
Then, with the faint light from the lantern held by Juntong's servant, she revealed her true face.
This is a woman of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a petite figure and a decent appearance. Her facial features are actually very dignified, like those quiet and elegant ladies, but there is an unconcealable wildness between her eyebrows, which seems to hide the sharpness that can kill people.
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She showed a smile and said in a soft voice: "Little girl..."
Before she could continue, the handsome young servant interrupted directly, pointed to the corpse at his feet and said: "You should recognize what this is. When you see this person, you should know that he has already sold all your details.
You can't even think about tricking us anymore into using makeup to infiltrate us. If you want to do it, just give it a try."
He stood upright and didn't seem to be making any move, but in fact he was already ready to attack. He had adjusted his mind and body to their peak and was ready to launch at any time.
Wei Se next to her looked at her silently, occupying a diagonal position, forming an angle with her companions.
Both sides remain silent. Silence is confrontation.
They are judging each other's strength.
Wei Se was not able to judge the strength of the gray-haired woman. He only relied on his well-trained sense of danger and felt that her strength was superior to his.
In all likelihood, he is a swordsman!
But he can never be a swordsman.
If he has never seen a swordsman before, he may not dare to make a judgment, but these days he follows a swordsman every day, and he has become a swordsman himself. He already has the basis for judging the strength at a certain stage, so he can draw a conclusion-the opponent,
Not a swordsman.
Then there's no problem.
Swordsmen are indeed powerful, but they are not powerful enough.
Does anyone still lack swordsmen?
Wei Se had just sent a signal for help to the camp. In fact, even if he didn't send a signal, he believed that the camp was also paying attention to this area. No one has come forward yet, most likely to ask the other party to relax their vigilance and see what the other party's purpose is.
If you are still here to kill people, then there is no need to be polite.
The gray-haired woman was silent, and after a while, she said: "Who can make the decision in your camp? I want to meet him."
Juntong's servant said: "You want to enter our camp?"
The gray-haired woman smiled slightly, like a leopard showing its canine teeth, and said: "If you don't dare, then I won't go in and let the strongest person come out and talk to me. The words of the strongest person also have weight, right?"
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Juntong Pu raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Did I give you face?
A swordsman speaks so arrogantly? People who don’t know better think you are a swordsman who came to this world?
He was not a talkative person either. Just as he was about to retaliate, he heard someone say: "Since you are a distinguished guest, we naturally welcome you. The gate of the camp should be opened for guests, please come in."
This voice sounded in several people's ears at the same time, as clearly as someone talking face to face, but there was no one around. The speaker was waiting in the camp, and only the voice came through.
This kind of sound transmission ability is not difficult to say, nor is it easy to say. In fact, more powerful knights can also do it, but it depends on who the audience is. The more powerful the other party is, the more defensive they are, and the less likely it is to go smoothly.
Sound transmission.
Especially swordsmen, who have high inspiration and strong mental power, will protect themselves in all aspects. How can they be willing to accept any sound transmission? The ability of the sword is ever-changing, what if you are attacked by the sound?
Being able to ignore all protection and directly ring the sound in the ear is either a special ability or... it means that the strength is stronger than the opponent!
The gray-haired woman fell silent for a moment, now the pressure was on her.
The camp dares to let her in, does she dare to go in?
The firelight of the camp in the distance was like the eyes of a beast in the dark jungle. As it approached, what greeted her might be the bloody mouth of a predator.
She was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Since you invited me, I won't be polite. You two, please lead the way."
She was so calm that the handsome boy looked at her and said, "Follow me."
The three of them entered the camp, and the campfire was still burning. A boy was adding firewood inside, but showed no reaction when someone came in.
But the gray-haired woman looked at the boy a few more times.
The three of them went directly into the most luxurious tent in the innermost part.
As soon as I entered the tent, my eyes lit up. The tent was brightly lit, with dozens of smokeless honey torches burning on the walls, and a gorgeous crystal lamp hanging on the top.
The crystal lanterns are sparkling and bright, and are high-quality products that cannot be bought on the market. Not to mention the candles, which are bright, smokeless and have a faint fragrance. There are only dozens or two of them on the market.
One candle is enough for ordinary people and their family to live a year without worries!
But the aroma of the candle is almost impossible to smell, because there is an incense burner in the tent, burning the strange fragrance made from ambergris, sinking water, and musk worth a thousand gold. The carpet on the ground is woven with the unique wool of Hu.
It is very different in style from the silky and draping Jiangzhou silks around it, but they get along quite harmoniously. Just like the furniture next to it made of the hardest sandalwood and paired with the softest sable fur cushions are also harmonious.
The tents, paved, hung, placed, and furnished are all rare things in the world. Luxury cannot be used to describe it. It is like a world like a fairyland.
In this small fairyland, a twenty-seven-year-old young man wearing a comfortable and light robe was half-lying on a soft couch, while a beautiful woman was beating his legs.
On the other side, a white-haired man was sitting sideways on the Taishi chair, looking at the gray-haired woman.
The gray-haired woman's eyes jumped when she saw the white hair, but then she saw her face clearly again, and the light in her eyes disappeared, as if it was just a pile of dead ashes that almost rekindled.
At most, all that's left is vigilance: This person is very strong!
Of course, the young master at the top was also very strong, and she couldn't see through it. However, even though she couldn't see through it, she still felt that the white-haired man was stronger. This was a swordsman's intuition.
But... isn't it a matter of course that white hair equals strong?
The gray-haired woman said slowly: "My little girl, Chi Mingjing, has met two seniors."
Judging from the appearance, not to mention the white-haired man, even the young master is ten years older than her, so it is normal to call him "senior".
The young master nodded in a perfunctory greeting and said, "Is your surname really Chi? You killed the fat man named Bao and came to us again. Are you addicted to killing and can't stop?"
Chi Mingjing, a gray-haired woman, didn't mind at all and said: "I am not a murderous person. I didn't want to kill him originally. I just wanted to take him for a ride. But I didn't expect that he was my sworn enemy and despicable."
It’s not an exaggeration to kill animals.”
She spoke frankly, and the young master said: "Then what do you mean by coming to us? You want to hitchhike again? When you come in so arrogantly, you don't look like a hitchhiker, but like a carjacker."
Chi Mingjing said: "I'm just here to catch a ride. You are also going to Kongliang Mountain to attend the Deep Shadow Meeting, right? Let me tell you straight, I want to join you and go to Kongliang Mountain together."
The young master laughed and said: "You are joining? Why are you joining? Do you want to join our team? You are a person with a criminal record. You have wiped out Bao Renwu's team. Who knows?
You don't know how to do the same thing again? You say it's for personal enmity, but you don't mean to talk to people and talk to ghosts? Maybe you hate slave traders? If you put it that way, so do we. Maybe they are also a thorn in your side and a thorn in your flesh.
Letting you join is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house."
Chi Mingjing said: "Bringing a wolf into the house? Is a mere little girl a wolf in your eyes? There are at least two of you here who can kill me, and none of the others are weak. Maybe there are more strong men outside. With my strength, I entered this house.
It’s a camp, so I should be the sheep in the tiger’s mouth, right?”
She glanced at the few people present, and then at the beautiful woman who was beating her legs, and said: "Besides, I hate it. Even if I really hate slave traders, what does that have to do with you? You are not human traffickers."