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"Impressive!"
Black Widow wiped the sweat from her forehead, ignoring the dying Desert Horned Viper, and walked gracefully to the man's side, placing her delicate hand on his shoulder.
"Ah~" The man was taken aback by Black Widow's directness and felt a bit overwhelmed.
Black Widow slowly leaned closer to him, caressing his face, and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his Face. Amidst the man's tension and trembling, she exhaled Rulan and whispered in his ear.
"Thank you for reminding me. Tonight~ come to my tent..."
"Hehehe~"
After saying that, Black Widow left with a light laugh.
The young man from the Camel Caravan swallowed hard, his heart racing. As someone inexperienced, his Face turned bright red; fortunately, years of sun exposure had darkened his skin, making it less noticeable.
"Hahaha! You're in luck, kid."
"Brat, you've got guts! Hahaha!~"
"If I had such a beautiful woman, I'd be willing to die right away."
"You finally are growing up to be a real man!~"
The men from the Camel Caravan gathered around, patting the young man's shoulder and teasing him.
Meanwhile, everyone else looked at the shy Tatar man with expressions of sympathy.
The Desert Horned Viper nailed to the tree remained untouched until its death. The members of the Camel Caravan found it somewhat strange, but since they weren't particularly fond of snake meat, they didn't take it.
No one noticed that beneath that tree, carnivorous insects that had feasted on the Desert Horned Viper's flesh were dropping down one by one.
The Desert Horned Viper is venomous, but the Black Widow is even more toxic...
The sky gradually cooled...
Surrounded by a campfire, eating rice and grilled snake meat, they admired the beauty of the desert.
Slowly, the sun set and the moon rose.
Aside from a few people keeping watch not far away, everyone else retreated into their tents to rest and prepare for the challenges nature would present them with tomorrow.
A tent quietly opened, and under the moonlight, a young Tatar man bent low and stealthily approached the tent belonging to the girl associated with the Black Widow.
"Hey!"
As the tent opened, a delicate hand like a green onion grasped the Tatar man's collar and pulled him inside.
Glancing at the situation over there, Ye Mingshang shook his head. The phrase "a knife above a character for lust" seemed to apply; this man was likely heading toward that very knife tonight. Poor fellow, just as he was about to experience his first time in life, it was about to become his last...
The moon was bright but sparse, and a cloud was blown by the wind, slowly obscuring the moonlight.
In the darkness, a figure quietly emerged from the tent. After avoiding the patrolling soldiers, they quickly headed northwest.
"I must find the professor; only he can take me back to that place..."
This person was none other than Ye Mingshang.
Currently, only the Professor had the ability to locate the Celestial Abode, but there were multiple forces interested in it. He had to find the Professor before anyone else; he needed to go to the Celestial Abode alone.
That place was the most important to him, a repository of memories from several lifetimes; he could not allow anyone else to interfere!
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A small oasis five kilometers northwest of Gem Beach.
"Professor, do you think we will be able to enter the Celestial Abode smoothly this time?" asked a Bald Man while eating roasted meat.
An old man in his seventies, with thin skin and a scruffy beard, replied while sipping hot wine, "Yes, as long as we can find some strong helpers, it will definitely be possible..."
"When will those helpers arrive?" the Bald Man asked.
"Soon. I have already left clues; I believe it won't be long before some capable friends join us..." The Professor's eyelids drooped, and although his eyes were cloudy, they held a certain spark that shone like stars for a moment.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from afar.
"Who goes there?!" The burly man immediately stood up and grabbed a stick nearby.
The Professor remained calm and composed, looking toward the darkness not far away. "Which friend has arrived? Please come out so we can meet."
Footsteps approached, and from the shadows emerged a young man who was dressed very lightly despite the sub-zero temperatures of the night.
"Are you the Professor?" Ye Mingshang asked, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the elderly man nearing his seventies.
The professor nodded, "That's right. May I ask who this young brother is?"
Ye Mingshang did not answer his question and directly said, "Take me to Celestial Abode."
The professor smiled and shook his head, "Sure, but on what basis?"
"Brat! Watch your tone, or I'll make you regret it!" the Bald Man threatened, waving a wooden stick.
Ye Mingshang remained silent, turning to look at him quietly. Although his gaze was calm, it sent shivers down the Bald Man's spine.
"What are you staring at, brat? Want me to teach you a lesson?"
"Watch out! Look at the stick!"
The Bald Man glared and rushed over with the stick in hand.
"I'm sending you to the west..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a chill on his forehead and suddenly trembled. He swallowed hard and glanced upward.
"Oh my!"
The Bald Man exclaimed, his legs shaking as he dropped the stick.
"Big brother, it was my bad attitude. Please forgive me and don't stoop to my level..."
The Bald Man pleaded with a trembling voice while Ye Mingshang remained silent, pressing the gun forward.
"Big, big brother! I was wrong! Please don't shoot, I have my recently buried mother above me and an unborn child below. I beg you, spare me!"
Looking at the bald man kneeling on the ground with his hands raised high, Ye Mingshang's expression became strange. "This guy looks fierce, but why is he so soft? It seems one really can't judge a book by its cover."
"Hahaha! There are many people with guns, but to think that a mere gun can be used as a bargaining chip—should I say you're overconfident or just naive?"
The professor laughed heartily, showing no fear despite the other party holding a gun. Even though he was alone and unarmed, this was the demeanor of a true person!
Ye Mingshang admired him inwardly but maintained a calm exterior. "Take me to Celestial Abode."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man in black appeared silently to his left, holding a Type 54 pistol, the dark muzzle aimed directly at Ye Mingshang's head.
"Put down the gun," the man in black said in a deep voice.
Seeing his companion arrive, the bald man felt more confident and stood up with a grin.
"Hehehe! Kid, if you're going there, you might as well surrender. If you have the guts, just shoot me; otherwise, put down the gun..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the word "down" got stuck in his throat.
The young man in front of him was still standing there unharmed, while his companion had already collapsed two meters away on the ground, clutching his wrist and screaming in agony. It was clear that his right hand, which had been holding the gun, was twisted at a 90-degree angle, blood gushing out. (To be continued.)
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