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"What?! No!" Luo Chenghui exclaimed, but his eyes couldn't stay still, and he immediately jumped up.
Ye Mingshang merely glanced over lightly and then said, "Take care of yourself."
After saying that, Ye Mingshang intended to leave, but Glasses had someone block his way.
"Speak clearly, or don't even think about leaving! Tell me! Did you swallow the Eternal Life Method all by yourself?" he shouted with fury in his eyes.
Ye Mingshang did not turn back or make a move; he simply walked past calmly, covering several meters with each step. However, none of Glasses' subordinates made a move.
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry and stop him!" Glasses yelled.
Yet shortly after his words fell, with a few thuds as people collapsed to the ground, those armed men fell heavily and lost consciousness, leaving everyone else staring in shock.
Luo Chenghui squinted his eyes and murmured, "You... are getting stronger, indeed. You haven't disappointed me."
With his improved strength, Ye Mingshang's agility had also greatly advanced; he could cover several meters with a light step, almost as if he had the ability to shrink distances.
In this place, direction was not constant; compasses did not work well here. It was like an isolated space where the direction indicated by the sun was actually the position that existed in reality. If you stubbornly walked in one direction, you would not be able to get out.
The previous estimate of walking for several days was based on those people's pace. The terrain here was rugged and complex, with wild beasts and numerous dangers; it would naturally take them a long time to cope with it. To be able to get out in a few days was already an exaggeration.
Ye Mingshang was different; his movements were graceful, and mountains and rivers felt as flat ground to him. Wild beasts were no match for him at all. Even under such circumstances, he could maintain a speed of twenty to thirty kilometers per hour without rushing.
A day later, when the temperature suddenly rose and the sun blazed down, the scene before him transformed into a desolate ruin. Before his eyes lay endless yellow sand, and the ground seemed distorted from the intense heat.
This is not the place where he left, but rather deep in the desert hundreds of miles away. Looking at the sun to determine the direction, Ye Mingshang headed towards Kurle.
Without a vehicle, Ye Mingshang had no choice but to walk. Fortunately, he had many memories of movement techniques from his past life. Relying on these techniques, humans could achieve a speed and endurance comparable to that of horses.
In "Water Margin," there are descriptions of Dai Zong's movement technique, which allows one to travel a thousand miles by day and eight hundred by night, rivaling the best horses. During the Southern Song Dynasty, there were also rumors of such techniques among the people. It was said that a Taoist priest, having drunk without money, bet with an innkeeper that if he could run faster than a horse, his meal would be free.
Initially, the innkeeper was quite dismissive; he had a powerful Xiliang horse known for its strength and endurance. However, after riding out on his horse, the Taoist priest remained still.
When asked why, he replied that he wanted to give the innkeeper some face and let him have his moment.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Taoist priest lifted his robe and suddenly darted out. His speed was truly swift as the wind and thunderous in its pace, leaving everyone astonished.
The innkeeper, who had been smug thinking he would win easily, was shocked when he heard a sound behind him. Turning around, he widened his eyes in disbelief. The Taoist priest was astonishingly fast, outpacing his horse by a significant margin. Even with all his efforts to spur his horse on, he was soon overtaken by the Taoist priest. The innkeeper kept his word and waived the meal charge.
What Ye Mingshang was using now was indeed a form of movement technique; however, due to lack of special training, his speed was not yet perfect. Nevertheless, because his body was far from ordinary, he could run at speeds comparable to that of a car and even faster in complex terrain.
The Taklamakan Desert is also a well-known tourist destination. Even outside of tourist seasons, many adventure enthusiasts travel to the desert.
Ye Mingshang's rapid sprinting through the desert naturally caught the attention of many people, causing quite a stir. Some foreigners even covered their mouths and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Is this Superman?!"
Ye Mingshang's unintentional actions sparked a small sensation; someone uploaded a video online which gained some popularity. However, it did not create a massive uproar due to the hot weather and distance making it hard to capture clearly. Additionally, with today's advanced technology, many visual materials can be faked. There are countless videos and images online that are difficult to distinguish as real or fake; aside from a small group who were shocked, most people remained skeptical.
Upon returning to Kurle and checking for flights, he found that the earliest flight would be the next morning. With no other options available, he had to settle into a hotel for the night.
Without any leisure time to enjoy Kurle's beautiful scenery, Ye Mingshang stayed in his room. However, sometimes trouble finds you unexpectedly.
That night, while sitting on his bed meditating, he heard a faint sound as his door creaked open. He immediately looked over and saw a woman standing before him. However, this was not any kind of room service; she was a dangerous individual.
The woman had a great figure, athletic and fit, with curly hair and sun-kissed skin that exuded a wild beauty. However, I believe that any man in this situation would feel no desire for her, not because she was unattractive, but because she was holding a gun—a Type 92 police pistol.
"Police?" Ye Mingshang instinctively spoke up.
The woman turned around and pointed the gun at him. "I am a police officer. I am requisitioning your room. No resistance and no loud talking; otherwise, it will be considered assaulting an officer, and I have the right to arrest you."
Ye Mingshang frowned. "I like it when people point guns at my head."
The woman shot him a glare but then turned the gun away, aiming it at the door.
"I'm just here to stay for one day. Why does everything have to happen?" Ye Mingshang complained discontentedly. He didn't sleep or continue meditating; instead, he watched the direction of the door, on guard.
There was no way around it; if you could fall asleep in this situation, you were impressive. No matter how skilled Ye Mingshang was, if a bullet came flying, it would still draw blood and could be fatal.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Hello, Room Service."
A man's voice came from outside, but Ye Mingshang frowned. He hadn't called for Room Service and had instructed not to be disturbed. The appearance of this person was suspicious, and he spoke in standard Mandarin. The wages for service staff were low; aside from locals, it was rare for someone from far away to come to Xinjiang to work as a server. Locals should have some accent. If nothing unusual was happening, this so-called server outside was likely the reason why the "female officer" had to hide here.
(To be continued.)
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