Published: February 12, 2025
Liang Chuyin stood up and looked towards the direction of the sound. A young man was leaning against a tree, chewing on a blade of grass, with a playful expression on his face as he stared at her.
Not feeling angered by his obviously flirtatious smile, Liang Chuyin glanced at his face before her gaze landed on the strange weapon he was toying with in his hand.
It resembled a wolf fang club but had a conical shape, topped with a sharp hook, and the shaft featured a similar protruding structure, though slightly smaller than the tip.
Liang Chuyin noticed this weapon not because it was particularly unique, but because she recognized the shape of the fatal wound on the body of the first companion who died. It matched this weapon perfectly.
This person had killed her first guard and had come to this place.
So...
Sure enough, from the side, another person emerged from the weeds.
This was a burly middle-aged man, much more robust than the young man in front of him. Even his weapon fit his style, being two giant knives crossed on his back. As he came forward with his arms crossed, the exposed knife handles and half of the blades swayed with his movement, each wrapped with strips of cloth that were either their original color or stained dark purple from blood.
"There's one more, no need to hide." Liang Chuyin said, looking towards a direction where there was initially just a pile of stones hidden by weeds. But with her words, the pile suddenly stirred, and a person magically flashed out from within. His clothing and the stones and weeds were the same color, resembling a chameleon-like creature, making it hard to notice unless one looked closely.
Liang Chuyin recognized this person's aura; it was the slightly thin old man who had been following her.
"Not too foolish, huh? You could still find me." The old man smiled, revealing his toothless grin, looking somewhat disgusting.
Three seven-star!
Liang Chuyin sensed the same level of aura from them, a method she had learned from Ye Zhongming.
Perhaps feeling confident in their advantage, the three men did not rush to attack but instead looked at Liang Chuyin with greedy eyes.
However, their greed was different: the careless young man was infatuated with Liang Chuyin's looks and body, a lewd desire for possession. The burly man was constantly sizing up Liang Chuyin's equipment; her blue gear was all valuable stuff. The most peculiar was the old man, whose attention was mostly fixed on the internet celebrity's neck for reasons unknown.
"Who are you?" Liang Chuyin unsheathed her whip, taking a defensive stance. She knew that a fight was inevitable today. But at the very least, she intended to find out who was targeting her and Cloud Summit Villa.
"Once you're down, you can ask the bull-headed horse-faced ones." The burly man replied, roaring as he drew the two giant knives from behind him and charged at Liang Chuyin.
There was nearly a twenty-meter gap between them, but as the muscular man swung his blades, it felt as if that distance disappeared in an instant. The flash of the knives reached Liang Chuyin in no time, and within that light, there was even the flicker of surrounding lightning.
"Thunderstorm is impressive!" The careless young man whistled, standing up straight. Though he did not attack, he changed, vibrant patterns appearing on his face, and his mouth slightly opened, exposing his tongue that flicked out like a snake's.
He then brought the weapon in his hand to his mouth and began to lick it with that tongue. Each lick left a trail of saliva, glistening with a ghostly green light in the beams of light.
That saliva was toxic.
The short old man said nothing, quickly moving to the side and blending into the environment, disappearing from sight.
Facing the attack, Liang Chuyin's mind entered a calm state. Her long-standing progress had taught her what mentality to have in such moments.
This was the most dangerous situation she had faced since the apocalypse began.
Three opponents of the same level were encircling her, and she was all alone.