As the wind rose and the clouds surged, Yun Zhe finally managed to cross the road and arrive at another grove of trees, taking advantage of a cloud obscuring the sun. He sniffed carefully and caught a faint, sour stench of the Aluru people. He couldn't help but wonder, "These people haven't gone far? Did they just find a place nearby to sleep again?"
He walked carefully for a while and finally saw the familiar gray-black tent cloth again, and the miner with a short sword hanging on his arm and an unusually imposing aura.
That short sword was given to the poet by Yun Zhe. The end of the hilt was a chipped ring, and it looked terrible, making it very easy to spot.
"What an incompetent person," Yun Zhe frowned. He couldn't even protect his own weapon. Then he thought again, since there was only one sword, it was probably best to leave it for the person on duty. Making the best use of it seemed reasonable. Thinking of this, Yun Zhe felt a little better.
The miner had a strange feeling. He looked around warily, but found nothing unusual. He scratched his head and continued pacing back and forth. After a while, seemingly tired, he sat down on the ground and began toying with the short sword.
Yun Zhe was still far away and couldn't sense the miner's thoughts. But even without sensing the miner's thoughts, just by looking at his actions, he knew how much he liked the sword.
Yun Zhe thought to himself that the sword would never return to the poet. He suddenly felt somewhat irritated. He had given the poet the short sword because he thought the poet was a good person, but that hadn't changed his negative impression of the other Aruru. Although he wanted to extend the positive qualities he saw in the poet to the other Aruru in this team, and even the entire Aruru community, he was still angered by the miner's actions. He was extremely suspicious, yet absolutely certain, that the miner had stolen the sword.
Wait! Yun Zhe was suddenly startled and abruptly warned himself, "Don't get angry about things that aren't even certain yet!" Yun Zhe took a deep breath, suddenly realizing that his previous thoughts weren't his own at all. Yun Zhe calmed himself down, thought about the whole situation, and understood that what he had just experienced was his subconscious mind playing tricks on him. Or rather, he had just experienced the way this body used to think.
Yun Zhe was both amused and exasperated. He climbed a large tree and began to rest, his eyes half-closed. Soon, the sun had set, leaving only a red sliver, casting a crimson glow. Suddenly, Yun Zhe felt the wind in the woods grow stronger, and his body involuntarily shuddered. His intuition told him that danger was approaching.
Yun Zhe opened his eyes and looked around. A huge white tiger was slowly approaching the camp.
The white tiger was enormous, a size larger than any tiger Yun Zhe had ever seen. Its eyes were burning as it stared intently at the campsite before it, with a few drops of saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth.
Yun Zhe straightened up, drew his crossbow, and aimed.
The white tiger made a move to pounce, but suddenly turned its head to look at the branch where Yun Zhe was, roared, and jumped away.
Yun Zhe raised the crossbow and couldn't help but sigh, "This animal is quite intelligent."
The tiger's roar startled the miner, who was engrossed in his short sword. He leaped up and ran for several dozen steps before remembering that he had companions. He dared not turn back and could only stand there, looking at the tiger and then at the camp.
The miner's behavior provoked the white tiger. The white tiger roared, looked at Yun Zhe in the tree, then at the miner not far away, and finally made its choice, pouncing on the foolish miner.
Yun Zhe frowned, aimed the crossbow bolt at the white tiger, and fired it suddenly.
With a twang of the bow, the arrow, surprisingly, struck first, deflecting the crossbow bolt. The arrow continued its trajectory and embedded itself directly in the tree.
Yun Zhe whirled around and saw a cold glint in the air. Startled, he forgot he was in a tree and fell sideways. The arrow remained embedded in the tree, still trembling.
The arrow was covered in wind magic and moved extremely fast, but Yun Zhe still managed to dodge it.
A soft, hesitant sound rang out from the woods. Then came a loud whistle. The white tiger abruptly stopped, glancing at Yun Zhe and then at the miners. The people in the woods seemed impatient, and another loud whistle sounded. Upon hearing this, the white tiger roared and ran off without looking back towards the source of the whistle.
The miner, having narrowly escaped death, knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, unable to calm down for a long time.
Unless those Aruru people are pretending to be asleep, there is absolutely no reason why they shouldn't wake up at this moment.
The poet, holding a stick, was the first to jump out, and he immediately spotted the miner kneeling there, dumbfounded. Then came the farmer, who also held a branch and nervously poked half his head out.
The tiger was gone, but Yun Zhe's groans could be heard clearly.
The poet took the lead, swept aside the bushes with a stick, and then froze.
The farmer and two other women rushed over and were stunned by the sight before them.
A fully armed Aruru lay on the ground, staring at them with a rather displeased expression.
The poet recognized the man as the one who had given him the dagger... or rather, the assassin?
The others were surprised by the clean face, the shiny leather armor, and the fact that it didn't smell bad at all... its kind?
After a while, Yun Zhe finally got fed up with their stares and shouted, "Are you all dumbfounded? Don't you know how to help me up?"
The woman with the shrill voice, Rou Si, was the first to react and helped Yun Zhe up. The poet, on the other hand, looked at Yun Zhe with suspicion, as if he might suddenly attack and tear their throats apart at any moment.
Yun Zhe stared at the poet, "Give me back my short sword, and we'll never see each other again."
After hearing this, everyone first looked at the miners, then suddenly looked at the poet, their expressions complex.
"Did you shoot that bastard to death?" A sharp voice rang in Yun Zhe's ears. Even for a vampire, such a close-range sound made Yun Zhe worry that his eardrums would be pierced.
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