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"Hmph, with your current level, I think it's just wishful thinking," Xiao Yin said, hitting me right in the heart.
"So what do you suggest we do?"
"Sigh, this place really is a terrifying hell," I couldn't help but exclaim.
"You realize you have no hope?"
"I know," I replied helplessly, but it was true.
"Seeing you so pitiful, I'll reluctantly tell you a way."
"What is it?!"
"There is a distinction between the rich and the poor here, so most people come to serve the rich, like a high-stakes gamble. However, they often form teams, and anything they obtain from the void, even a little, can be sold for a fortune outside."
"You mean I should join their team?"
"Yes, at least you'll be safer. But I'm afraid—"
"No one will want to accept me, right?"
"Although I never understood why you wanted to save that guy and came here for him, you are still my master, and I respect your choice."
"Xiao Yin..."
"Alright, the final decision is yours. You can join a team and start looking for the Beast Inner Pill. As for the end—"
I understand, the end...
"Let's go, I'll first see which team suits you."
Although there were shadows everywhere, it wasn't hard to tell that they formed a group. Whether they came alone or in teams, the vigilance and the overwhelming killing intent made it clear that the atmosphere here was tense.
"That one," Xiao Yin said.
I followed Xiao Yin's gaze. That one?!
Three people: an old man, a young boy, and a disabled person?
"Xiao Yin, are you sure you didn't pick the wrong team?!" I felt like joining them was more about protecting the weak.
"Take another look."
Looking again...
The old man looked ordinary, with no distinguishing features. He had a calm expression, seemingly unfazed and composed. As for the young boy, his gaze was vacant, and his expression was dazed, or perhaps he was just too calm, displaying a maturity that far exceeded his age.
Moreover, the Middle-Aged Man with Severed Arms standing there cannot simply be described as "stable." Although he furrows his brow and does not appear as calm as an elder or a child, I feel that his worries are unrelated to this place. He gives me the impression of a fierce tiger, exuding an overwhelming presence. However, can a tiger with severed limbs still be ferocious?
Of course, because there are still hidden Sharp Teeth.
"This is a bit challenging," I said, stroking my chin in thought.
Even if they accept me, what are the chances that I will succeed if we ultimately want the same thing?
"I don't think it will be easy."
Sigh, they are indeed the best option at the moment. I must position myself among the strong and force myself to approach them.
I tried to stabilize my breath and maintain a calm expression. Before I got close to the three of them, their gazes were already directed at me.
"How about I join you?" It was not a question; especially in front of experts, I couldn't appear too humble.
The child remained expressionless, merely glancing at the elder in confusion. The elder squinted his eyes and scrutinized me before looking at the One-Armed Man.
"You?"
"Yes, me. I'm looking for medicine for my sick brother at home," I replied as honestly as possible, especially since my appearance was that of a child, which would not raise suspicion.
"Alright," the man said without further comment, casting a glance at me before turning to look behind him.
"Is it really that simple to join? No questions asked?"
"Little girl, what is your name?" the old man asked.
"Hello, I am Xi Meng."
"Seeing a little girl like you daring to come here alone, you have quite the courage, ha ha ha," the old man said, stroking his sparse beard.
"Alright, since you are willing to team up with us, no need to be polite. Just call me Old Fu. Come here, Ananda, call her sister." As he spoke, he patted the little boy's head.
"Sis... Sis," the little boy seemed to struggle with his words.
"Hello, Ananda."
After greeting him, I glanced awkwardly at the back of the One-Armed Man. Old Fu seemed to understand and said, "Let's just call him Uncle Wu."
The One-Armed Man paid no attention and continued staring at a certain spot; I had no idea what he was looking at.
"What’s wrong, Old Five? Is it about to appear?"
"Yes, soon. Get ready." In contrast, his voice was indeed deep and refined, lacking the oppressive feeling he usually gave off.
I didn't ask further about what it was and quietly stood behind them, waiting to see what would happen.
"Xiao Yin, although I can sense that the three of them are indeed different, why must it be them?" I silently questioned in my heart.
"You complement each other perfectly."
"What do you mean?"
"One attacker, one healer, one defender, and then a controller."
A controller?! That means they are all-rounders! I stared at Uncle Wu's back; it must be him. It's obvious he is the center of this team.
"However, did he let me join so easily because he noticed I can defend?!"
"Yes, maybe he saw me."
"This... this is too hard for me to accept." So strong?!
"Perhaps he also recognized your identity."
"What?!"
Who exactly is he...
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