Late at night.
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. It is not known whether it is the sound of the wind or the movement caused by some underground visitor.
The camp 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——
Scratching sound on the ground.
Two boy servants in blue 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 pickled thing? 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." Just stay.”
"Maybe I don't want to stay in the same camp with this kind of thing all night. Is it okay to see it when I wake up in the morning?" 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, "Sorry."
Juntongbu smiled and said, "What are you sorry for? It's so painful, why don't people scream? It's my fault that my back hurts when I stand talking. He has thought more carefully than me. For example, if we want to move in the desert, we have to do it. Together, we can't act alone. I still think he is making a fuss. Who else are you and I afraid of with our abilities? Now it seems that there are really 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. .
She smiled and said in a soft voice, "Little girl..."
Before she could continue, the handsome 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 out 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 try it."
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 gray-haired woman's strength. He only relied on his well-trained danger perception to feel that her strength was superior to his.
In all likelihood, he is a swordsman!
But it can't 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 other party, Not a swordsman.
That's no problem.
The swordsman is powerful, but 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 side. 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."
Juntong 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?" "
Juntong Pu raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Did I give you face?
A swordsman speaks so arrogantly? For those who don’t know, they think you are the sword immortal who came to this world?
He was not a talkative person either. Just as he was about to retaliate, he heard someone say: "Since a distinguished guest is here, we naturally welcome him. 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 neither difficult nor easy. In fact, more advanced knights can also do it, but it depends on who the audience is. The more powerful and defensive the opponent is, the less likely they are to successfully transmit the message.
Especially swordsmen, who have high inspiration and strong mental power, will protect themselves in all aspects. How can they be willing to accept any message? The sword's abilities are ever-changing, what if you get hit by the sound?
Being able to ignore all protection and directly ring the sound in the ear is either a special ability or... it is a bit 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 bonfire was still burning. A boy was adding firewood inside and 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 chandelier is sparkling and translucent. It is a high-quality product that cannot be bought on the market. Not to mention the candles that are bright, smokeless and have a faint fragrance. There are 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 was almost impossible to smell, because there was an incense burner in the tent, burning the strange fragrance made from ambergris, agarwood, musk and other spices worth a thousand gold. The carpet on the ground floor is woven with wool unique to the Hu region. It has a very different style from the silky and drapey Jiangzhou silk around it, but they get along quite harmoniously. Just like the furniture made of the hardest sandalwood next to it is harmoniously matched with the softest sable fur cushions.
The paving, hanging, placing and setting in the tent 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 is the swordsman's intuition.
But... gray hair equals strong, isn't this a matter of course?
The gray-haired woman said slowly: "Chi Mingjing, the little girl, 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? Are you trying 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 said it was for personal enmity, but how could you know that you are not talking about people when you see them, and you are talking about ghosts when you see 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? Are mere little girls also wolves in your eyes? At least two of you here can kill me, and none of the others are weak. Maybe there are more strong people outside. With my strength, I entered this place. It’s a camp, so I should be the sheep in the tiger’s mouth, right?”
She glanced at the few people present, then glanced at the beautiful woman beating her legs, and said: "Besides, I hate slave traders. Even if I really hate slave traders, what does that have to do with you? You are not human traffickers."
(End of chapter)
