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There is only one universally recognized strongest leaderboard in the world, which features only ten players. The rankings are not in any particular order, but those who make it onto the list are the elite at the pinnacle of the world. Song Huai is one of those names; once someone is on the list, their name becomes known worldwide. To avoid being targeted due to identical names, even if two players share the same name, one will change it, as no one dares to impersonate another.
Listening to the whispers of players around her, Yun Zhi Yue formed a vague understanding of Song Huai's strength. With a neutral expression, she said, "I am Yun Zhi Yue. Give me a few bottles of your water; I won’t hold it against you for touching me."
Song Huai looked as if he had no intention of arguing, handing her a bottle of water. "Here, take it. Drink it and then talk to me; there’s plenty more."
Yun Zhi Yue shot him a sidelong glance, took the bottle of mineral water, and opened it, sipping delicately. Her full lips glistened with moisture, resembling a tempting peach ripe for picking—juicy and inviting.
Song Huai stared at her intently.
[Strategy value—cough—Yun Zhi Yue, why do I feel like this world is completely unmanageable for you?]
Yun Zhi Yue's lips twitched slightly; surprisingly, she did not refute Reincarnation Stone's opinion. Ignoring the overly heated gazes around her, she led the group to a relatively spacious courtyard.
This time they had come with a famous player; three had died, leaving only a few remaining. Including the guide, there were still people left.
The small courtyard had just two houses. One appeared to be no more than ten square meters, while the other was larger, probably around eighty or ninety square meters.
Both were made of red bricks and coated with yellowish-white mud, giving off an impression of poor conditions.
An elderly woman with a hunched back and a head wrapped in an oily cloth cautiously approached Yun Zhi Yue with a wooden stick in hand.
The two exchanged no words as Yun Zhi Yue extended her hand. The old woman glanced at all the players and managed a smile that revealed her decayed black gums, which was extremely unsettling to behold.
Trembling slightly, she pulled out a black key and placed it in Yun Zhi Yue's hand before retreating back into her small house.
Yun Zhi Yue led the players confidently into the courtyard and unlocked the door with the key. Pointing at the messy communal sleeping area inside, she said, "This is where everyone can sleep; you will spend tonight in this village."
"When morning comes, those who are still alive will set off for the next destination. While I still have patience, speak up if you have any questions; after this, I won’t explain anything further."
Having been reprimanded from the start, Mediterranean Middle-Aged Man did not react angrily towards Bai Miao Miao for her previous offense against Yun Zhi Yue.
Thinking it was someone who could talk, I immediately stepped forward and said, "This place is so filthy that we can't even set foot here. Let alone sleep, can we find somewhere else to stay?"
Yun Zhi Yue chuckled and raised her small fist, saying, "Look at this!"
The Mediterranean Man paused for a moment and replied, "It's a hand!"
Wrong. This is a fist the size of a sandbag. Are you trying to show off? If you have a place to stay, what more do you want? Do you really think you're here on vacation?
A massive shadow of a fist appeared above her small hand, and with one punch, she sent him crashing onto the so-called filthy floor. She dusted off her hands and said, "Next question."
Watching the Mediterranean Man's fate, who on earth would dare to ask anything now?
"Where are you staying?" Song Huai suddenly asked.
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