Upon hearing this, Liu Baixu bowed deeply and solemnly to Zuo Lin'an.
“Thank you, Young Master An Lin!”
Zuo Lin'an watched as she slowly took her leave and walked toward the other four women.
They huddled together, whispering softly about who knew what. Soon, they all stood up, each took a burning torch, and began walking down the mountain.
Quite decisive.
Although it would have been safer to wait until dawn, the problem was... once those martial artists who had gone out to gather food returned, would they continue to ignore them like before?
The five women couldn't be sure of that.
After all, for players, finding the specter as soon as possible and repelling it for the first time was the fastest way to shorten their time in the dungeon and complete the main quest to clear it.
But how could they find the specter?
Aside from certain specific talents and the special effects of specter items, the best method they could think of was to cover a living person in blood and throw them out to lure the specter.
Although specters were different from the ghosts they knew, such a method would still be somewhat effective.
Liu Baixu also knew a thing or two about this.
It wasn't because of her family background, but because she had once overheard two wealthy young masters chatting while she was out.
One of the young masters had bragged proudly about how his elder brother had carried him through a dungeon. They had simply grabbed a lowly commoner, bled him, and successfully lured the specter out.
Moreover, there were still those four other men here.
One of them was from her village, named Zhang Xiao'er, nicknamed Er Mazi. He was greedy, lustful, lazy, and often engaged in petty theft instead of doing honest work.
As for the other three, judging by their expressions, she knew they were absolutely no good either.
She was truly afraid that something terrible would happen if they stayed here.
After all, she couldn't rely on that old man, and as for the native... she didn't actually hold out much hope.
For some reason, she always felt this native was a bit strange.
Thus, Liu Baixu and the others ultimately decided to leave the mountaintop as soon as possible to find water.
Zuo Lin'an felt highly satisfied as he watched their departing figures.
As long as these players didn't stick together, he wouldn't have to worry too much when he made his move later.
However, not long after the five women left, the four men also stood up and departed one after another. Judging by their direction, they seemed to be heading toward the path the women had taken.
Zuo Lin'an watched them without saying a word or making a move. He knew exactly what these men were planning to do.
But he had no intention of stopping them. After all, this was a good thing for him!
“You're quite young, kid, but your mind is incredibly wicked.”
Zuo Lin'an raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze to the only player left here, Jin Qianwen.
“Old man, look at what you're saying. What I said just now was the absolute truth, and it was purely out of goodwill.”
Jin Qianwen chuckled.
“That is exactly why it is so wicked.”
“It was clearly goodwill, and clearly the truth, but because of that, you have brought disaster upon them.”
After all, Zuo Lin'an hadn't lowered his voice when he spoke earlier.
Everyone present could hear him, including those four men who weren't sitting too far away.
Zuo Lin'an cursed the old fox in his mind.
“If you can't bear to see it, old man, you can tell your son to go save them. Those are five beautiful young ladies, after all.”
Jin Qianwen quickly waved his hands.
“Oh, that absolutely won't do! A useless brat like my son could never be worthy of those five beauties. Better to leave them to those four young men.”
Though he said this, he was cursing Zuo Lin'an as a little fox in his heart.
As expected, he knew it!
The vast majority of natives living in specter dungeons were no good.
Of course, he couldn't deny that there were indeed instances where natives in dungeons would help players.
But those were far too rare!
At least for him and his son, out of all the dungeons they had been through so far, they had only ever encountered one such native.
Zuo Lin'an paid no attention to the old man.
Even with his son's protection, the old man probably wouldn't survive long.
After all, there was still a rebel leader who specialized in robbery here!
Unless Jin Youwu took his elderly father and hid where Zhang Tinglei couldn't find them.
Meanwhile, the five women who had walked quite a distance away with their torches suddenly stopped. They looked back several times, but behind them lay only a dense, heavy darkness, devoid of anything.
“I... I keep feeling like something is following us. Is it just my imagination?”
“Could it be the specter?”
Liu Baixu fell silent for a moment, then shook her head. “It shouldn't be. I just used 【Perception】 a moment ago, and the specter is still very far from us.”
She looked at the girl standing beside her with patches on her clothes, Zhang Xiaoya.
“Xiaoya, who do you think it is?”
Zhang Xiaoya frowned.
“It's definitely not that old man, and it won't be the native young master. Since the other esteemed martial artists haven't returned from outside yet, it can only be those four wretched men!”
The other three women felt thoroughly disgusted.
“Damn them!”
“We're already in a specter dungeon, yet they can still only think about that sort of thing! It's absolutely filthy! It would be great if they just died here!”
However, Liu Baixu had a different thought.
“I actually think they might be following us to find the water source and the cave.”
Zhang Xiaoya blinked. “Sister Liu, are you saying they want us to search ahead, and once we find it, they'll show up and snatch the water away?”
Liu Baixu nodded, then sneered.
“But even if we do find it, it probably won't be ours for long.”
“Didn't the native Young Master An Lin just say so?”
“There is only that one water source nearby. If we find it early, we can at least drink some. If we're too late... we won't even get a single drop of that water.”
Zhang Xiaoya glanced back into the darkness once more.
Those wretched men weren't even carrying torches. They were truly daring, not even fearing that a single misstep would send them tumbling down the mountain.
“Then what do we do now...”
Liu Baixu turned around. “Let's go. We'll keep going down the mountain. As for those wretched men, just ignore them.”
She casually weighed a stone in her hand.
“I observed them closely earlier. Although they are four grown men, they look weaker than the next.”
“One is a destitute, pedantic scholar. Two of them have dark circles under their eyes, so they're either sickly ghosts or lecherous fiends who spend all year in the pleasure quarters, having long since drained their bodies.”
“The last one looks like he has a bit of energy, but he's nothing special either.”
The Zhang Xiao'er she knew was exactly that kind of lecherous fiend. He stole chickens and dogs in the village, sold them for money, and then went to the pleasure quarters to enjoy himself.
“If they dare to make a move on us, we can beat them to death with stones. Even if we die in the end, our deaths won't be in vain if we drag a wretched man down with us.”
Zhang Xiaoya thoroughly agreed with her words and nodded repeatedly.
Although the other three women were somewhat afraid, under the current circumstances, this was their only choice.
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