CHAPTER 301: CHAPTER 21: STRANGERS UPON MEETING

His face?! Yue Jinghua got a clear look at the man’s face.

His face, his entire body, all exposed skin was tinged with a dull green color, like it was covered with moss, uneven with toxic blisters, some of which had burst open, emitting an unpleasant smell.

From a distance, he resembled a humanoid toad.

His attire was strange too, wearing ill-fitting armor, with a pair of women’s Emei Stabs in his hands.

Yet, this man, so hideous and mismatched, possessed a pair of proud and powerful eyes.

His eyes were like a treasured sword that had been honed for a long time, emitting a cold radiance.

Watching his cracked lips, Yue Jinghua believed that his vocal cords must have also been corroded by the toxic fluid, presumably robbing him of the ability to speak.

The man also looked over, but his gaze did not fall on Yue Jinghua’s face; instead, it was fixed intently on the Lianyun Great Sword on Yue Jinghua’s back.

The sword was heavy and stable, its patterns shimmering, and even though the blade was not sharpened, it could not hide the fact that it was an exceptional sword.

Such a fine sword, however, was being carried by a youth who looked frail, which painfully wasted its potential.

Liao, involuntarily tightened his grip on the Emei Stabs in his hand.

Although he could not yet ascertain his location, the occasional appearance of human skeletons and their armor in the Red Flowing Sand led him to deduce that he was in an era of cold weapons.

The people and beasts here, unlike those of the 23rd century, contained within them mysterious powers beyond human strength and science.

The pair of stabbing weapons in his hand were picked up from an unidentified corpse in the desert, and they were awkward to use.

After a period of clashing with enemies, the Stabs were already nicked in several places. In the perilous Dark Hell, having a weapon that suited him would undoubtedly increase his combat effectiveness.

Liao was never a good-natured one—a wicked thought arose, and like a tiger leaping down the mountain, he pounced with full force.

This leap was meant to kill.

No one could evade the King of Spies’ ferocious attack; in the next second, the throat of the young man would be left with a gaping blood hole.

"Do you want water?" The youth’s voice, clear and sharp, much like a spring’s fresh stream flowing down from Heaven Mountain, reaching and refreshing one’s ears.

Liao suddenly realized that it had been a long time since he last heard a human voice.

He even started to miss the days when he could hear people’s voices.

Want water?

Have you ever seen someone asking for water so aggressively? Or was this young man simply a fool?

Liao’s motion paused, and he couldn’t help but observe the youth who was walking alone through this red desert.

Half his face was covered by a mask, the other half exquisitely handsome; he was young, with delicate skin free of pores like a woman, yet seemingly well-exercised, his complexion a healthy wheat color.

With brows like distant mountains and features delicate and striking, although his clothes appeared old-fashioned, one could see that the fabric was luxurious.

This person, in no way does he seem like a fool.

Liao has a rather favorable first impression of the young man.

In front of Liao’s eyes, like magic, the youth suddenly had a waterskin and a bag of sliced cooked rabbit meat in his hands.

Kill him and snatch the sword.

Or temporarily spare his life, uncover the secrets of his continent, then eliminate him.

The killing intent subsided, and the hands that had been covering Yue Jinghua retracted without a word, accepting the waterskin and meat from Yue Jinghua, and Liao began to eat.

Yue Jinghua breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, when she first encountered this person who was poisoned all over, she had suspected him to be Fa Xiaoyi.

After all, his stature was similar to Fa Xiaoyi’s, and it stood to reason that Fa Xiaoyi had also entered the Dark Hell.

But the look in that man’s eyes, the way he looked at her, was completely unfamiliar and indifferent. Plus, the man’s recent sneak attack made her even more certain that this person was not Fa Xiaoyi.

What a terrifying person, Yue Jinghua thought of Xie Yu from his martial skills and the aura around him.

That sheer peak assassin aura, indifferent to slaughtering thousands without a frown, sent shivers down one’s spine.

It seems that, Yaksha Killing Flames alone, is far from enough.

The unyielding nature was stirred up again at this moment, and Yue Jinghua stealthily observed the man.

An interesting person; it was clear he had been starving for a long time, surviving only on the raw meat and blood of demon beasts. Yet even so, the way he drank and ate was orderly and not at all ravenous.

This was a man who had a plan and procedure for everything he did. Even when it came to killing, he would do so methodically, like a jaguar lying in wait, striking the prey with a deadly blow at the perfect moment.

In the moment after finishing the water and filling their bellies, both Yue Jinghua and Liao tacitly made the same decision in their hearts: He (She) still has value as a resource; spare his (her) life for now.

Neither of them realized that on this eternally desolate Demon God Continent, an involuntary desire to find companionship had blossomed in their hearts.

"Yue Jinghua," after confirming that the man’s throat was unable to make a sound, Yue Jinghua wrote down her own name in the sandy ground.

"Liao," after searching his mind, he compared the memories of the ancient characters of the continent that remained in him and wrote down what he believed to be his "name".

"Liao, we can travel together. I can provide you with weapons and provisions, and you are responsible for protecting me along the way. I need to delve into the depths of this desert," Yue Jinghua took the initiative to show weakness. She needed to make the other party lower their guard, and showing vulnerability was a good method of lulling the other party into a false sense of security.

She immediately took out a middle-level spiritual-grade short dagger from the Desire Gourd. This dagger, called the Essence Blood Dagger, was forged from the essence blood of a Fourth-order Profound Beast Mountain Bear.

Seeing Yue Jinghua conjure up a dagger out of thin air, Liao understood that this young man in front of him was not of simple origin—he obviously had even more impressive treasures for storage on him, which probably couldn’t be accessed without the youth’s special methods.

"Liao, you’re quite the foodie," the memory of three years ago came unbidden into his mind, when after a mission, he and Yue Xiaoqi, both battered and bruised, ran to a hotpot restaurant in American Chinatown and pigged out. The vision of Liao devouring several plates of fatty beef like a whirlwind had made Yue Xiaoqi laugh and scold him.

Now that he could eat meat once again, Liao subconsciously couldn’t refuse the tempting offer from the youth in front of him.

So be it, as long as he escorts him to find what he needs, and covertly uncovers secrets about the continent, it won’t be too late to kill him then.

Seeing Liao not uttering a word, Yue Jinghua’s red lips curled up, and a sly glint flashed through her eyes.