A muscular man in a white training uniform cautiously peeked out, his eyes filled with coldness.
When the man saw the three enormous hell beetles at the entrance, his pupils contracted, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if he was extremely tense.
"Prepare for battle! There are three hell beetles at the entrance! And five zombies!" the man screamed, and naturally, he mistook Qiao Suinian and the others riding on the hell beetles for zombies.
After all, he didn't think any human would use a different race as a mount.
His shout also woke up his companion.
First, four or five people, men and women, emerged, armed and looking wary. They were all dressed in the same white training uniforms as the first man.
Feng Zhizhao placed his hand on his axe, and Jiang Ping and Han Yueling immediately prepared to fight as well, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
At that moment, a strong and resonant voice came from inside the room.
“Ah Long, there’s no need to make a fuss. These five friends in front of us are human beings just like us.”
An elderly man dressed in a white Tai Chi uniform came out. He had a head of white hair, but his face was very ruddy, and he looked full of energy and vitality. He was obviously a martial arts practitioner.
However, despite the old man's words, Ah Long and his companions still had no intention of putting down their weapons.
In this apocalyptic world, strangers are no less dangerous than alien races, especially since they are facing three real hell beetles.
Looking at the hell beetle's strong, barbed six long legs, Ah Long and the others became increasingly wary.
"Young people who haven't seen much of the world are indeed prone to being easily alarmed and seeing threats everywhere. It seems you still need more experience."
Seeing this, the old man smiled and shook his head, then came forward to greet Qiao Suinian and the others, giving a standard cupped-hand salute.
"Greetings, gentlemen. I am Ma Baotian, the leader of the Hunyuan Sect. May I ask what brings you here so late at night?"
Seeing that the other party was so polite, Qiao Suinian also responded politely.
"Sorry, we were just looking for a place to rest for the night, but we didn't expect this place to be occupied. We apologize for disturbing you and will leave now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Suinian waved and prepared to leave, but Ma Baotian continued to speak.
"Young friends, most of the buildings in the vicinity have been destroyed by the alien race. This is the only one that is relatively intact. If you don't mind, why don't you come in and rest with us?"
"No, Master!" Before Qiao Suinian could even speak, A Long shrieked. "What if they have ulterior motives? Besides, they're allied with other races; they're definitely not good people. Master, please think it over!"
"Idiot, shut up if you don't understand, don't embarrass me!" Ma Baotian couldn't help but roll his eyes at A Long, then looked at Qiao Suinian and said, "Young friend, if I'm not mistaken, your profession should be a legendary necromancer, right?"
A fiery glint flashed in Ma Baotian's eyes. Although he couldn't see the other person's profession when he wasn't using his power.
However, the three hell beetles in front of him, which were as docile as puppies, made Ma Baotian guess Qiao Suinian's profession.
"Master Ma has a good eye." Qiao Suinian smiled slightly and readily admitted.
"Hehe, no, no, just a wild guess." Ma Baotian chuckled and invited again, "The power system is basically paralyzed now, and it's pitch black at night. Why don't you young friends stay and rest together? The night is long, and we can look after each other."
"Zhizhao, what do you think?" Qiao Suinian did not give a direct answer, but instead posed the question to Feng Zhizhao.
"Huh?" Feng Zhizhao was taken aback by the question and said somewhat uncertainly, "This old man doesn't seem like a bad person. Why don't we stay here and rest?"
"Alright, let's not bother with that anymore and just rest here." Qiao Suinian didn't say much, snapped his fingers, and the three hell beetles obediently lined up in a row to the side under the wary gazes of A Long and the others.
"Hahaha, a very warm welcome! Please come in, my young friends!" Ma Baotian said in a very generous manner.
Upon entering the house, Qiao Suinian discovered that there was still a woman inside. She was sitting in front of a burning campfire, wearing a floral dress and a round hat with golden hair under the brim.
Her beautiful eyes seemed to hold a pool of spring water; Qiao Suinian could only think of one adjective to describe them: they looked at dogs with deep affection.
This woman's attire doesn't look like that of someone living in the apocalypse; she looks more like a young lady out for a casual outing.
When the woman saw Qiao Suinian and the other strangers walk in, her beautiful brows furrowed tightly.
“Master Ma, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to let such young strangers join our team so hastily? What if they become a hindrance when we encounter an attack by alien race? I’ve paid you a lot of gold!”
“Miss Yang, you are mistaken! This young friend before us is a legendary necromancer! His strength is no less than mine. If we can get his help, our journey will definitely be much smoother!” Ma Baotian explained.
"Then you should have gotten my permission first, instead of just adding people to the team! Don't forget I'm the employer!" Yang Beini's pretty face was full of displeasure.
"Okay, okay, Miss Yang, I will definitely ask for your opinion first next time. I'm so sorry." Ma Baotian apologized repeatedly.
Seeing this, Qiao Suinian's eyes held a meaningful look, but she didn't say anything more.
Ma Baotian's respect for this Miss Yang seemed genuine, and in the apocalypse, is it possible for someone to show such respect to an employer?
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