Damn it! Let's smash the darkness together!-Chapter 1217 - 134: The Fleeing Old Friend

Ning Ze stood at the canyon fork, looking up at the ridge shrouded in thick fog.

In the damp mist, twisted outlines of dead trees were faintly visible, resembling creatures desperately struggling for life.

The roads looked identical, marked only by two trees at each fork.

On the left was a dead tree.

On the right,

was also a dead tree.

’Damn, they look exactly the same from the outside...’ Ning Ze muttered, tightening the Dragon Elephant Armor around himself.

He groped the terrifying claw marks on his left chest, pondering, "Which way should we go? They look the same. Should we split up and regroup here in an hour?"

"No."

Of the five teammates behind him, four rejected his suggestion.

Being new to Death Report Ridge, even though they had done some homework in advance, splitting up would be suicide, akin to being cannon fodder in old horror novels!

"Alright then. What do you think, Ning Xin?" Ning Ze scratched his head, looking back.

"Wait a minute, the scent here... isn’t quite right." Ning Xin stepped out from behind her blood-related brother, her white Taoist robe strikingly visible in the fog.

She was a mature woman with a graceful waist and full chest curves, enticing even when thoroughly wrapped. A copper coin dangled between her slender fingers.

The ancient, mysteriously patterned copper coin spun in her fingers, emitting a subtle buzz, slightly vibrating.

The stage three "Butcher" of the "Rogue" pathway had an innate perception of danger, far superior to the average person, and her "Bloodthirsty" talent alone allowed her to navigate and avoid catastrophe.

Once she decided to join Taoism mid-path, mastering a set of divination techniques, this ability to hedge against misfortune was enhanced to superlative levels, stable and reliable.

The copper coin was Ning Xin’s most frequently used divination tool, and its current movement was undeniably an ominous sign.

Hearing her say this, Ning Ze, who was quite strong as a "Dragon Elephant," was surprised, stunned, and asked, "There’s actually a sign in your divination? Wasn’t your master a conman? I heard he was expelled from the institute."

"...If you have nothing to say, don’t pretend to be mute." Ning Xin gave him a fierce glance, focusing on the copper coin, her pupils slightly contracting.

The rest of the team saw her fingers trembling slightly, which had never happened before, and couldn’t help but feel tense.

For a moment, the whole team paused.

"Great danger. It’s definitely a great danger."

After a while, Ning Xin finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse, "The divination is blank, revealing nothing; this has never happened before."

"..." Everyone fell silent, glancing at her chest, wondering if she was sure it was a bad omen, or maybe she just lacked skills inherently and couldn’t divine anything?

Ning Xin continued, "Moreover, my intuition tells me that both sides are equally dangerous. Shouldn’t we try a different route and turn back?"

"It’s not impossible." Although everyone felt it was unreliable, no one argued this time.

Clearly, they trusted the "Butcher’s" danger intuition more than the divination skills she might lack.

Ning Ze bluntly replied, "Can you stop babbling? There are two forks on the way back too! Which path do we take? Are we trapped in a looping wall?"

Saying so, Ning Ze pointed irritably behind everyone.

There, unexpectedly, were the same two paths, left and right, with trees swaying in the mist.

They had faced such decision-making dilemmas before.

This was "Death Report Ridge," though they didn’t know which part.

Initially, entering "Night Parade of Hundred Demons" had been smooth, even taking down two Demon Caves arching with third-tier Yin Kings, a fruitful endeavor.

But since stepping from "Hokkaido" into Death Report Ridge, things had turned strange.

Based on past experiences and amateur guides, the entrance to Death Report Ridge should have been a seaside port, a broken cliff, or a mysterious sewer exit.

But not this time. They were stuck in a fog-filled canyon, seemingly unable to find a way out.

This was unheard of; being third-tier experts didn’t mean they were helplessly scared, but uncertainty weighed on them, even considering finding a spot to wait out for the incense burner to finish burning and teleport them out.

Amid prolonged silence, Ning Ze spoke again, "Hey, Jun Moxiao, honestly, do you think there’s something wrong with your trigger item?"

With these words, everyone looked towards the rear of the team, eyeing the cold young man who had repeatedly demonstrated impressive skills throughout this exploration.

He had a relatively thin frame, a sword with dragon engravings on its scabbard shining eerily in the mist, etched on his cold face were seemingly the words "deep resentment."

Clearly a "Grandmaster," his movements exuded an aura of killing intent.

Unlike the "Butcher" Ning Xin, who seemed gentle, Jun Moxiao as a "Grandmaster" appeared more like the real butcher.

"What do you think, Jun Moxiao?" They asked in unison.

"Jun Moxiao" Gu Pan lifted her eyelids and glanced at her teammates, coldly saying, "What do you mean by what do I think? The trigger item wasn’t just acquired by me. You were the ones who wanted no shared profits and insisted on exploring Death Report Ridge, so why ask me now?" (Note 1)