The other women could hear the hesitation and uncertainty in Liu Baixu's voice. However, knowing that the man was a martial artist, they did not dare say anything despite the resentment in their hearts.
Right then, Zhang Xiaoya cast a worried glance back in the direction they had come from.
“Sister Liu, what about... them?”
In the distance, the figures of three men could still be seen lurking sneakily behind some withered trees. However, they were clearly doing a poor job of hiding.
From time to time, Liu Baixu could spot an exposed arm or leg.
She glanced over a few times and let out a soft chuckle. “Don't worry. With Master Martial Artist nearby, they certainly won't dare to do anything rash.”
“Besides, their goal was simply to follow us and find water. Now that the water source is right here, they can try and take it if they have the guts.”
“I don't believe they would dare to pull anything in a specter dungeon.”
Zhang Xiaoya gripped the stone in her hand tightly, a resolute expression on her face.
“If they actually dare to lay a hand on us, I'll bash their heads in with this stone!”
Liu Baixu didn't think much of it. After all, all five of them, including herself, had hidden stones on their persons just in case.
Zhang Xiaoya glared in the direction of the men before finally turning back around.
“Then... Sister Liu, please be careful. We'll go look for a cave first. If we find one, you should come and stay with us. At least it will provide some shelter from the wind and rain.”
“That Master Martial Artist has a powerful constitution and will be fine, but you won't.”
Liu Baixu also knew that if a player's physical constitution was too weak, they would still fall ill in a dungeon.
“Alright.”
After watching the four of them leave, Liu Baixu remained standing where she was.
Once they were out of sight, her gaze suddenly turned sharp!
She glanced sideways at those useless, cowardly male creatures hiding in the distance, sneering in her heart.
At this moment, the three men seemed to have noticed the small puddle here. They paid no attention to Zhang Xiaoya and the other three who had left. Liu Baixu could even see a look of eager anticipation on their faces.
However, they had clearly noticed the presence of a martial artist here as well. Harboring reservations, they did not dare to step forward.
Yet, they did not want to give up on this water source either. After all, when they were at the mountaintop earlier, the native had mentioned that this was the only water source in the vicinity.
Although the native might not have been telling the truth, even if there were other water sources, they had no idea where to begin looking.
Consequently, the three of them kept lingering in the distance, neither daring to approach nor willing to leave.
Liu Baixu stood in place and waited for a while. Seeing them hesitate and ultimately choose not to come over and cause trouble, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
It would have been best if they had been audacious enough to come and steal the water.
Although Master Martial Artist would not kill anyone in the dungeon, he could still cripple them.
What a pity.
Liu Baixu turned around and walked back to the vicinity of the puddle. Choosing a spot at random, she sat down and remained quiet, obediently making no sound.
Over the next period of time...
Perhaps because the specter had already been repelled by Zhang Tinglei, the entire dungeon was extremely quiet.
No specters appeared, no players fled, and there were no screams or shrieks. Everything was terrifyingly peaceful.
Everyone was either resting, searching for food, or looking for water.
Only Zuo Lin'an spent the entire day making his way down the mountain.
Looking at the familiar pile of stones ahead, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
“That wasn't easy...”
After expressing his feelings, Zuo Lin'an reached his hand into the crevices of the stones and finally retrieved his two phones.
Next, using his God's-eye view to confirm the locations of the other players, he deliberately found a relatively hidden spot far away from everyone else.
Surrounded by withered trees and dead grass, he hid right in the center. If one were to rely solely on the naked eye, they wouldn't notice him even if they walked past just a meter away.
He looked up at the sky. Was it about to get dark?
“Well... let it get dark then.”
Zuo Lin'an was in no hurry to turn on his phones. Instead, he closed his eyes and checked on the players inside the dungeon once more.
As evening approached, all the players had stopped their search. They began looking for places to light campfires, seemingly preparing to rest.
The ones who had traveled the furthest were the two female disciples from Mount Yinxian, who were now close to the edge of the white mist.
Finding a relatively flat spot nearby, the two sat blankly side by side, staring at the burning campfire like a pair of wooden statues.
“What's with these two?”
They weren't looking for water or food. Were they planning to just tough it out?
Zuo Lin'an was a bit unsure.
But seeing that they didn't seem capable of causing any trouble, he shifted his gaze elsewhere.
Jin Qianwen, that old fox, was being well taken care of by his son. On the other side of the father-son duo was Zhou Shan, who had found a withered tree and was lying comfortably on it.
Meat was being roasted over their campfire, and some water was kept in a wooden bowl nearby.
“The three of them seem to be getting along quite well.”
There were no issues here for the time being.
Perhaps because the place where they had previously hidden their water was somewhat close to the puddle, the location of the three was not too far from Zhang Tinglei.
However, this distance was still enough to prevent Zhang Tinglei from discovering them.
“They really are all sly characters.”
As for General Zhong Cheng...
When Zuo Lin'an shifted his gaze to this man, he discovered that Zhong Cheng had just carried three rabbits over to the vicinity of the puddle and met Zhang Tinglei, who had been guarding the spot.
He also saw Liu Baixu, who was currently lighting a campfire to roast meat.
Of course, the meat was being roasted for Zhang Tinglei. Whether she would get to eat any depended on whether the Master Martial Artist was willing to share.
While roasting the meat, Liu Baixu suddenly sensed that the atmosphere felt a bit strange, so she cautiously glanced over.
She found the two martial artists staring silently at each other.
What... were they doing?
In the end, it was Zhong Cheng who spoke first. He had searched for a long time and had only found this single puddle.
It was highly likely that this was the only place with water in the entire dungeon.
“Senior Zhang, may I remain here?”
Given their difference in strength, it was only natural for Zhong Cheng to address Zhang Tinglei as senior.
Zhang Tinglei glanced at him, his eyes lingering on the three rabbits in his hands. “You may stay, but you must give me two of those rabbits.”
Zhong Cheng frowned, but he did not refuse outright.
“The water here...”
Zhang Tinglei waved his hand generously. “As long as you don't waste it, you may drink as you please.”
Hearing this, Zhong Cheng very readily handed over two rabbits.
Liu Baixu glanced at Zhang Tinglei. Seeing him nod, she then took the rabbits and tied them up.
Having stayed behind, Zhong Cheng quickly gathered information from Liu Baixu and confirmed that Zhang Tinglei had already repelled the specter once.
Under these circumstances, this was indeed good news for him.
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