Exploding God

Chapter 1121 That Quiet Night, and That Calm and Unassuming Figure

Chapter 1121 That Quiet Night, and That Calm, Unassuming Figure

In the campsite that was starting to get lively, no one paid attention to Lu Ze standing on the yellow dragon carriage. Instead, they hurried to choose their favorite tent.

Each tent can accommodate five people, and the quality of the tents is impeccable. The selection criteria focused on the location of the tents.

"Try to choose a spot further inside, especially one near the Yan family's guards."

"Don't go over there, stay away from the hunters."

"This was a good spot... Damn, it got taken. What bad luck."

……

Whispers could be heard from time to time on the rocky beach as people chose their preferred tents and crawled inside. Some cautious individuals even set up their own warning systems just in case.

Four hunters with shaved heads approached the chosen tent with scrutinizing eyes. The tent was located on the outer edge, somewhat far from the main group.

The only distinctive feature is that this tent is right next to a huge willow tree.

This type of willow with milky-white leaves has always grown near water sources. At night, when it releases carbon dioxide, it also releases a unique water mist that has a slight effect of gathering stellar energy, which can nourish the mist willow itself.

Resting under the willow trees during the day is a good place to cool off, but it gets a bit damp at night, especially if you're camping. So many people breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the location chosen by these four hunters.

"The fatter the sheep, the more they like to stick together," the second-in-command in the group, the man with the ugly, scarred face, sneered disdainfully.

"These people really think the Yan family's money is easy to take, aren't they afraid of taking it but not living to spend it?" The tall man who had once flirted with Zhang Xinghuo made no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his words.

"Third brother, stop talking nonsense and smell it. Something's not right." The one-eyed leader suddenly frowned and squinted at the dark depths of the valley.

Seeing his elder brother's expression, the tall man didn't say anything. He jumped directly to the top of the mist willow tree, which was more than 20 meters high, sniffed it, then jumped down, leaned over the trunk, and waved his hand at his nose.

"The earthy smell of dampness after the rain, the smell of moldy wood, and a slight stench, kind of like pickled bamboo shoots... No, wait." The third brother's brow furrowed, his expression shifting between light and dark. "This is the smell of fermented raw meat, like the stench of those big guys burping!"

"Damn, it was almost blocked by other smells."

The third brother was in a really bad mood. The "big guys" he was referring to were those ferocious carnivorous behemoths. The abundant star energy of the Mist Plain often gave birth to many creatures that were so powerful that they were unreasonable.

"The wind in the valley blows outwards, and we are downwind, so they are no more than three kilometers away from here."

The shortest member of the group, the fourth brother, had a fierce glint in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but he suppressed it and instead chuckled twice.

The one-eyed man looked at the fourth brother, whose eyes narrowed. He glanced at the stream beside the rocky beach without making a sound, then looked back at him with a questioning look in his eyes.

The one-eyed man lowered his eyelids.

The fourth brother inhaled sharply through his teeth, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes, before suddenly replying with a nonsensical remark.

"I see."

As a result, the second and third brothers tensed up, wanting to say something, but seeing their eldest brother's lowered eyelids, they suppressed their shock.

Of course they understood what the fourth brother was talking about!

They didn't come here for any ancient land exploration at all; the commission paid by the Yan family was just a deposit to get them to take action!

The scheme orchestrated by the Tantai family has one overt plot and one covert plot.

On the surface, the Yan family issues recruitment orders and provides unified command, while in secret, powerful individual hunters act as inside agents to create and coordinate various unexpected events.

What happened?

Of course, it was an accident that led to the explorer's death.

However, what is unexpected is that the activation time of the hidden thread was supposed to be when the expedition was halfway through, which was about two days later. Why... is it now?

The one-eyed man took in the expressions of his three brothers but offered no explanation.

He wouldn't say that he made the decision based on intuition, but that the slight unease in his heart began to grow the moment he smelled the foul odor.

Because the smell was exactly the same as the smell he had smelled seven years ago when he accidentally wandered into the edge of a forbidden area.

My blind eye was lost in there.

The terrifying creatures that emerged from the rising mist back then still terrify me when I think about them now.

He hadn't smelled that stench for so many years, but today, the sudden whiff brought back memories deep in his mind, filling him with dread.

The reason I've survived to this day, besides being ruthless, is mostly due to my extreme caution.

He instinctively felt that it was definitely not normal for a carnivorous behemoth to appear on the edge of the forbidden area!

Therefore, as the leader of the hunters, he decisively moved the plan forward the moment his intuition gave him feedback, and completed the information communication the instant he made eye contact with the fourth brother.

In the dead of night, the fourth brother, who was the fastest in action, lured the carnivorous behemoth and created chaos on the first night in Guangxi Ancient Land, forcibly bringing forward the time for his team's actions.

If the mission is completed ahead of schedule, one can escape and leave this ancient land full of taboos.

As for the Yan family... Yan Wenchang would definitely be unwilling, since it would break the rules.

but--

Even if he was unwilling, when the hunters took action, the Yan family had no choice but to accept it reluctantly.

Because this is a grand scheme orchestrated by the Tantai family!

As long as it benefits the overall situation, the Yan family has no choice but to do it!

The man's remaining single eye gleamed eerily as he turned and returned to the tent.

The Eternal Heaven will surely bless my Uliangha.

……

Although the tents were laid out on the relatively dry rocky beach, as night fell, the fog in the valley thickened again, and the inside of the tents began to be covered with a layer of moisture.

The Yan family guards patrolled along the rocky beach with torches in hand, and the whispers in the campsite gradually quieted down.

Gradually, even the firelight became difficult to see clearly, and the sounds outside the tent began to fade into the distance.

"The fog is a bit strange; it seems to block out all five senses." Zhang Xinghuo peeked out and found her vision obstructed, which made her a little uneasy. But when she saw Lu Ze sitting cross-legged, she inexplicably felt calm down.

"With so many martial artists in the Yan family, you can rest assured," Lu Ze said with his eyes closed, his tone very confident.

Zhang Xinghuo pursed his lips casually, thinking, "He's just fooling the kids again," but why did his serious tone make him so convincing?

She yawned, decided to crawl into her sleeping bag, and casually asked, "Brother Lu, aren't you going to sleep?"

"Meditation and spiritual practice are the same." Lu Ze closed his eyes again, and his breathing became long and deep.

Zhang Xinghuo stared wide-eyed for half a minute, and after confirming that Lu Ze's aura had become one with the environment, he drifted off to sleep with admiration on his face.

Night deepened.

The area outside the tent also became quiet, and as the patrol team passed by, the only sound was the sound of their footsteps treading on the stones.

Although it was a small thing, it was enough to put people at ease.

Upon hearing this voice, the tense nerves of the practitioners who were still on guard gradually relaxed.

Each patrol takes 10 minutes, and there are a total of 14 patrols, with no deviation in timing.

"The Yan family's guards are quite diligent. Go to sleep..."

Whispers filled the air between the squads as more and more people drifted off to sleep.

……

At 2 a.m., when the patrol team carrying torches reached the side closest to the entrance.

Beneath the mist willow tree, the tent flap of the hunter opened silently, and a figure of not-so-tall stature floated out like a ghost, lightly attaching itself to the trunk of the mist willow tree.

His feet never touched the ground; he used only the three fingers of his right hand to firmly grip the smooth surface of the willow tree, suspending his body in mid-air.

A jet-black mask covered his face, revealing only a pair of menacing eyes.

It was none other than the fourth member of the Hunters!

He coldly glanced around, raised his left hand, and silently placed it on the willow branch, gripping it with three fingers. He released his right hand and moved with the eerie grace of a monkey to the top of the willow.

He didn't breathe at all, nor did he use any star source power, demonstrating his powerful and meticulous muscle control.

With one hand supporting him on the treetop, the fourth brother squinted and extended his right index finger forward.

A black butterfly disappeared into the night, flying into the depths of the thick fog.

The fourth brother remained motionless, gazing into the depths of the night.

About ten seconds later, the black butterfly fluttered back and landed on his finger again.

The fourth brother looked down and saw a clear thumbprint on the butterfly's wing. Behind the black mask, a smile curved his lips.

Ha, Yan Wenchang, as expected, reluctantly accepted it.

With his mind at ease, the fourth brother spread his arms wide and lunged forward, piercing through the night like a hawk, and disappeared silently into the mist in an instant.

In the land of Misty Plains, no one understands the art of night travel better than the wandering hunters.

And he, Badarkin, was known as the Night Owl among the hunter-gatherers!

Tonight, let me begin this bloody journey.

……

A tranquil campsite.

A new batch of patrol members moved among the tents, their eyes fixed on each one.

It was less of a night patrol and more of a surveillance of the tents.

Yan Wenchang stood with his hands behind his back on the carriage a hundred meters away, closing his eyes to sense his surroundings.

There was no sound coming from the vast camp.

At this moment, Yan Family Guard and the Hunters reached a tacit and harmonious agreement.

……

Inside a quiet tent.