The wind was blowing harder and harder. Some people’s lips were frozen purple. Things looked quite bad.

  Ning Shu felt like the cold wind was blowing into the crevices of her bones. She could now understand the saying about being chilled to the bone.

  Despite having cultivated the Unsurpassable Martial Arts, she was still a bit overwhelmed, let alone others.

  “It’s so cold.” Lu Shanshan couldn’t help but rub her arms. She looked at the uncle and said, “If the snow doesn’t stop, we won’t make it through the night.”


  795 came up to Ning Shu’s side and said, “Look at the way Lu Shanshan is acting. She must want the boss to take off his clothes and drape them on her.”


  Ning Shu squinted at 795. “Aren’t you way too petty? Why do you have to act like this to a woman? Be more like a man. Besides, even if it’s a single piece of clothing, it’s still gentlemanly, understand?”


  “Tsk, tsk, tsk…” 795 snorted. “What do you know about what kind of person she is?”


  “Is she from an ancient era?” asked Ning Shu. Lu Shanshan the name of the body, her number was 496.

  “As if. She’s a modern person. She just thinks that she can act cool by wearing ancient clothes,” said 795.

  “Why bicker with a woman?” asked Ning Shu indifferently.

  795 grimaced. “We have to head back now.”


  Sure enough, Fan Junyang struggled for a while before saying, “Let’s go back.”


  “That’s fine,” said the uncle indifferently. He turned around and walked back.

  The crowd was speechless. They had to go back now?

  “I’d rather freeze to death than return. I’m sure I’ll die if I go back.” Some people voiced their objections. They were holding their arms and shivering.

  “Those of you want to stay, stay. Those who want to go back, return with me,” said Fan Junyang with some impatience.

  “You brought us to this hellhole. So many people have already died, yet you still have this attitude? Fan Junyang, you son of a bitch.” Some people were very dissatisfied with Fan Junyang’s attitude.

  Fan Junyang ruffled his hair in annoyance. “So, what do you want? Things are like this anyway. Go back with me if you want.”


  Ning Shu raised her hand and said, “I want to go back.”


  Several more agreed with the proposal. Humans were prone to herd mentality. Seeing so many people wanting to return, even if they did not want to go back, their resolutions still wavered.

  Now, they had to walk back again in the cold wind, their feet sinking unevenly into the snow.

  Ning Shu felt really helpless. They were completely wasting their energy.

  So all they did was make a round trip. The journey wasn’t far, but by the time they returned to the old woman’s house, it was already dark.

  “Why are you guys back again? Didn’t you already leave?” The old woman opened the door. Seeing the group, she said in an irritated tone, “What are you doing back?”


  “We really can’t leave in this weather. We had no choice but to come back. Please give us shelter from the wind and rain,” said Fan Junyang sincerely.

  “Now, you talk so eloquently. You wanted to rob my granddaughter just earlier today. Are you actually planning to kill us?” asked the old woman warily.

  “There’s no such thing.” Fan Junyang said, “I just wanted to see what was around Xiao Lan’s neck. I never thought of taking Xiao Lan’s things for myself.”


  “I don’t trust you guys.” The old woman was still vigilant.

  “Grandma, just let them stay in the woodshed,” said Xiao Lan expressionlessly. Her pupils were vacant and unable to focus.

  Although this woodshed was said to be a room, it was simply a shed. It leaked from all sides and could not shelter one from the wind and snow.

  The crowd felt annoyed. They had been toiling away for some time now. However, after working so hard in coming back, they had to stay in a leaky shed. This treatment was much worse than before.

  “We’ll stay in the main hall. Just give us a place to stand.” Fan Junyang bargained with the old woman.

  Things gradually developed to the point that Fan Junyang was about to use threats. The old woman finally reluctantly agreed to their stay.

  Translator: Kaho

  ?Chapter 1711: Ended up Right Where They Started

  Ning Shu felt like the current Fan Junyang was very impatient and restless, so much so that he wasn’t afraid of threatening others. The previous Fan Junyang wasn’t like this.

  It felt like he was a cornered rabbit ready to bite.

  The crowd was freezing to the point that snot was running down their noses. Their bodies finally warmed up a little after they each had a bowl of hot water. As of now, no matter what anyone said, there was no way any of them would leave again.

  After all that, they had ended up right where they started. They did not know what would happen next.

  Ning Shu was even more confused. Was the uncle someone that bored? Why would he take everyone around for no reason?

  Ning Shu pondered. She had gotten really tired of this non-stop killing game. She might as well take the initiative.

  Anyway, no matter how hard she racked her brain, she still could not think of who the murderer was. There were many suspects, and all of them felt like they could be the murderer.

  Ning Shu glanced at Xiao Lan’s neck. What exactly was hanging on that red string?

  There was no dinner, as the old woman didn’t prepare food for them. They had a falling out anyways.

  It was already good to have a sip of hot water. Ning Shu took out the morning’s black-flour steamed buns, which were hard and unpalatable.

  She then slowly started nibbling them.

  The crowd either sat or stood in the hall. Although it was still cold, it was much more comfortable than the freezing temperature outside. Surprisingly, none of them complained.

  Ning Shu was sitting at the foot of the wall. She wondered whether Xiao Lan was really blind or was she wearing contact lenses?

  After some time, Ning Shu closed her eyes to cultivate. The hall turned quiet, with only the sound of breathing.

  She had no idea how long she had cultivated when she was awoken by faint footsteps. Ning Shu opened her eyes and saw that Fan Junyang, Wang Jie, and even the uncle lying on the recliner were missing.

  Where did they go?

  Ning Shu tiptoed out of the hall. As she looked for the missing persons, she eventually discovered two dark shadows in the inner courtyard.

  Ning Shu carefully hid herself, perking up her ears to hear their conversation.

  She vaguely heard, “You dare to go against your superiors?”


  ”I can’t be bothered to worry about that anymore. Just give me the stuff.”


  “Fan Junyang, you’re just a small outer sect disciple. How dare you speak to me like that?”


  Upon listening carefully, the voice seemed to be Xiao Lan’s.

  “I’ll die without that thing.”


  While chatting, the two actually started fighting. In the middle of the fight, Fan Junyang pulled out a knife. Its blade gleamed in the light, shining with a snowy glimmer.

  Xiao Lan’s incredulous voice came after the sound of the knife cutting into the flesh resounded, “How dare you attack me?”


  Fan Junyang yanked off the thing around Xiao Lan’s neck.

  At once, Xiao Lan covered her heart and collapsed.

  Fan Junyang put the pendant away and turned around, only to have a sharpened wooden stick thrust into his heart.

  The relieved expression on Fan Junyang’s face froze. After one last stunned glance at the person in front of him, he fell on the snow with Xiao Lan.

  Ning Shu: …


  What was this situation? Ning Shu squinted to see Fan Junyang’s killer.

  The black shadow bent down and picked up the pendant in Fan Junyang’s hand.

  “Give me the stuff.” The uncle’s voice was light and airy.

  Ning Shu: →_→


  Exactly how many people were hidden here?

  When the uncle raised his gun, Wang Jie said calmly with his hands raised, “Even if you are a first-generation task-taker, this thing is now mine. A first-generation task-taker would not snatch something from me, a small primary task-taker, right?”


  The uncle scoffed. “Who are you to bargain with me?”


  Wang Jie had a cold expression. He remained quiet for a long time and didn’t give the pendant to the uncle.

  Ning Shu dug at her ears. Wang Jie was a primary task-taker? She remembered the only primary task-taker here was Zhang Jiasen.

  Translator: Kaho