Lin Chuqiao leaned her body against a sturdy tree trunk, her waterfall-like long hair disheveled over her shoulders, with a few strands sticking damply to her flushed cheeks.
Her strength was nearly exhausted, but at this mont, surrounded by danger, there was no room for any relaxation.
She could only muster her spirit, maintaining a Spiritual Link with the Professor and the others, to communicate the situation in ti:
"Professor, we’re not in a good position right now, we’ve completely lost our way, there’s a man-eating black mist blocking the path ahead, and there are other teams around us."
"Xiao Chu, don’t panic just yet."
The Professor’s voice was calm and steady, as if it carried a comforting power, clearly transmitted through the Spiritual Link:
"I have a friend joining our communication channel, perhaps they can help."
Lin Chuqiao was full of doubt, at this ti, where could the Professor find assistance?
Before she could ask, a slightly familiar male voice abruptly rang in her mind:
"Hello everyone, you can call White Ghost."
The other party’s words were concise and polite.
Lin Chuqiao was montarily speechless upon hearing this.
anwhile, the surviving Treasure Hunters, after a brief panic, gradually regained their senses.
Among them, a lean masked man, with small bright eyes that kept darting around.
He kept an eye on Lin Chuqiao and the other two while whispering to his comrades, occasionally pointing at Bai Ling and Big Hamr.
It was clear that he had recognized these lost wanderers they t earlier were Mike’s "accomplices" fleeing with the Treasure.
Soon, these people seed to reach so kind of tacit understanding, and started subtly moving their steps, fanning out to encircle them.
"What do you intend to do?"
Upon seeing this, Bai Ling imdiately questioned alertly, instinctively holding the Golden Benba Bottle tighter.
"Heh."
The leading masked man let out a cold laugh, his voice emitted from beneath the black hood, with a hint of sinister undertone.
His gaze fell directly on the bundle in Bai Ling’s arms, and he said softly:
"If I’m not mistaken, the Golden Benba Bottle should be in your hands, right?"
The other two, also wearing hoods like robbers, then chid in with high-pitched voices:
"If you know what’s good for you, hand over the Golden Benba Bottle quickly, and we’ll mind our own business. If you dare to challenge us, don’t bla us for being ruthless, white knives in, red knives out!"
"Yeah, this ghost place is already dangerous, if your lives are lost here, there won’t even be anyone to collect the bodies, just hand it over nicely, everyone will be better off, don’t force us brothers to slaughter!"
The two n twirled their glistening daggers, staring fiercly at Lin Chuqiao and the others, the sharp blades seemingly ready to pierce their throats any second.
"Hey, don’t listen to their nonsense! These guys aren’t good people, if you hand over the Treasure, they’ll consu every bit of you as well."
At this mont, another burly man with a scarred face stepped forward.
"However, if you give it to , I guarantee your safety on my honor, not a single hair on your heads will be touched, how about it, let’s create so goodwill."
As he spoke frivolously, he shook his head, his scars contorting with his muscles, making them appear more hideous, as if he had them cornered.
anwhile, other Treasure Hunters also silently surrounded them.
The greed in their eyes was undisguised, seeming to believe that Lin Chuqiao and her companions were already trapped.
They originally thought this Treasure hunting mission was a complete failure.
Unexpectedly, after wandering, they encountered the very one carrying the Golden Benba Bottle in the fog, a stroke of luck amid misfortune.
Now, with over a dozen of them here.
Whereas there were only three on the other side, and two appeared to be fragile won.
The odds were crystal clear.
"Bullshit!"
Big Hamr, already hot-tempered, turned beet red by this provocation from the two groups, suddenly erupted in anger:
"Do you think you ragtag bunch can rob us? Try Grandpa’s iron hamr, and see if I don’t smash you into at pies!"
He tightly gripped the hamr as thick as a baby’s arm, lifting it high, ready to charge forward.
"Big Hamr!"
Lin Chuqiao tried to reach out and stop him, but seeing the other side also rushing over like ravenous wolves, she reluctantly gave up.
She originally planned to stall for ti with false pretenses.
Now forced into a corner, she clenched her teeth, her eyes glimring with light.
A wave of invisible Spiritual Energy projected instantly, weaving like a snake into the forehead of one of the Treasure Hunters rushing forward.
The one wearing the mask was bewildered, his body moving uncontrollably, suddenly turning to stand in front of Lin Chuqiao.
Then facing the other advancing Treasure Hunters, he rcilessly swung his dagger, launching an attack.
Pfft!
The cold blade easily slit open the neck, penetrating flesh, blood gushing forth.
The ambushed Treasure Hunter widened his eyes, in disbelief, dying without understanding why the other suddenly turned on him.
This bizarre maneuver instantly triggered chaotic exclamations around.
"Old Three, what are you doing?!"
"Damn it, you idiots, the treasure isn’t even in hand yet, and you’re fighting among yourselves!"
The masked man, being the leader, also frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
But soon, his gaze turned fierce and resolute again, shouting loudly:
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