Surprisingly, he was quite cooperative.

His fingers had just regained some mobility, and Jiang Cheng was still cleaning his wounds when he casually pulled out his wooden guitar.

The prelude is like a refreshing stream on this noisy sea.

"Keep it simple, keep your way of speaking simple..."

Before he could finish singing, Xiao He behind him interrupted him, saying, "Your sadness is too superficial, like an actor without talent."

"..."

Wang Xuefeng raised his head with a wronged expression, as if expressing his dissatisfaction to the person behind him.

Even so, the accompaniment on his fingers didn't stop; in fact, he deliberately lowered the key by a half tone and lengthened the notes...

It's as if each drooping note is telling a story of inner sorrow.

But this strange tone also made the atmosphere extremely comical and funny.

……this?

Does he look like someone who just walked out of the gates of hell?

How profound is this insight?

People felt that their perception had been flawed.

Xiao He turned his face away with a look of disgust, but half of his shoulder was so small that no matter how he turned his head, it was still very close.

Wang Xuefeng smiled inwardly. At that moment, one of the "suspects" finally showed an unusual emotional fluctuation, while the other remained completely calm.

At least one thing is certain: this sneak attack was indeed something I caused to implicate Xiao He.

"I've finally met my match..." Wang Xuefeng couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

"Damn it." Xiao He frowned.

As Deng Qi watched from afar, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside him.

"The first thing he did after recovering was to act cute and affectionate with her..."

"Is it because you're afraid she'll worry that you're pretending to be relaxed...?"

"This is wonderful..."

Just like Deng Qi, Yuan Junxiang's confidence was shattered by what he saw before him.

He felt he was no match for Wang Xuefeng at all, not because of any empty title like "God of Guns," but because...

"This person has a quality that I can't quite put my finger on, but it undoubtedly makes him stand out."

Yuan Junxiang shook his head with a wry smile: "Compared to him, everyone else is too ordinary..."

"Hey, I fell down, I need a kiss to get up~"

"Get up!! Lie down like a corpse!!"

Xiao He summoned Blake and threw him alone into the back seat.

Because the seawater on the island had already reached his ankles, it was inconvenient for him to lie in the water to rest.

"Can you manage on your own?" Huo Lei asked Xiao He.

"Alright, you can rest now," Xiao He said as he drew his sword.

"Then be careful."

"Um."

Wang Xuefeng set up his gun as soon as he got into the car, ignoring his freshly bandaged wound.

For an intermediate-level priest, unless it's a particularly severe injury like the one just described, a normal recovery usually takes about one or two hours.

It wasn't that Wang Xuefeng was afraid Xiao He couldn't handle it alone, but rather that he planned to use this method to find the person who could secretly control the demons.

The fact that someone like her could appear here, in the upper grades of Cloud Academy, was enough to prove that she was no ordinary person. To avoid alerting her, the two pretended to be unaware, waiting for just the right opportunity.

"Waaah..."

"Again?!" Wang Xuefeng's heart skipped a beat, but he was even more surprised to find that this time the target she was controlling was actually himself.

The sight in the sniper scope slowly overlapped with Xiao He's silhouette.

He immersed his consciousness in this world, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and his intermediate talent "Mind's Eye" was activated.

"Waaah..."

"Bang!"

The bullet traveled in the direction of the sound wave.

Everyone was stunned.

Because he actually fired a shot into the sky.

"What's wrong?" Horry asked hurriedly.

Wang Xuefeng shook his head silently.

Although the mysterious flute sound can be everywhere, it can also be canceled out by another type of sound wave.

That's why he didn't use a silencer on this bullet.

Then, gunfire erupted continuously on the island. Whenever the whistle tried to launch an attack, it was "coincidentally" drowned out by the gunfire.

Wang Xuefeng could feel her heart sinking.

The flute music ceased as dawn broke. Compared to the intensity of its first sound, it seemed to have lost all its power.

When Wang Xuefeng shared his idea with Xiao He, the latter immediately understood.

That night, almost everyone was exhausted.

early morning.

As the beautiful sunrise over the sea came into view, the surging waves finally gradually receded.

The remaining fourteen cars arrived late.

Seeing the four teams still fighting on the boulder, they couldn't help but show their admiration.

When they saw Yuan Junxiang pay Xiao He with magic cores, they all looked at each other in shock.

"This works?!"

"Why didn't we think of this method back then?!" Everyone couldn't help but feel deep regret.

Unfortunately, after that night's hunt, the top four spots are basically set in these four teams. No matter how much they regret it, they must now strive for fifth place.

"That's it! Time to head back." Xiao He stepped into the carriage.

Today is the fourth day.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we should return to Flying Dragon City on the evening of the sixth day.

If we linger on the road for a while, then it will be the seventh day.

Without any objection, the group skillfully returned to their positions.

These past few days, Su Mei really hasn't done anything out of line, which has finally put Xiao He's mind at ease.

The other teams were baffled when they saw that they had returned so early.

It seems that Xiao He's ideas were always different from others.

Should we go with it?

It also seems too deliberate.

If they don't follow suit, those with ulterior motives will become anxious again.

Yuan Junxiang was the first to choose to give up.

He chose to stay with his team and make the most of the day's time; otherwise, their team would have easily secured fourth place.

Upon seeing the other two cars that were still following in their rearview mirror, both Xiao He and Wang Xuefeng felt a headache coming on.

"Ugh, this is so annoying! Here's the knife, go disfigure yourself!"

As Xiao He drove, he threw a kitchen knife at the back seat.

"Heartless." Wang Xuefeng casually put the kitchen knife back into the warehouse.

"A femme fatale," Xiao He retorted. "How many lives would it take to be your girlfriend? Thank goodness Lele didn't accept you! You deserve to be single!"

"Damn it, how can you blame me?"

Su Mei listened silently to the two bickering. Although she also wanted to talk to Huo Lei like that, she didn't dare to do anything when she was actually in front of him.

Because the ability she relied on for survival had already disappeared when she was first "killed" by Xiao He.

She had no choice but to be honest.

"So what do we say now? Two little tagalongs following behind?"

Wang Xuefeng was halfway through his sentence when he touched his chin, a sudden inspiration flashing in his mind.

"Hey! You're the number one driver in SF1! Why don't you use your unparalleled driving skills to shake them off?!" Wang Xuefeng slapped his thigh after saying that, as if he had made the decision for him.

"No, I've decided to take you, you cunning old fox, on a thrilling ancient city adventure," Xiao He said expressionlessly.