Ye Lingxi’s eyes were bright, carrying a smile.
Anyone who knew her well could tell—she was plotting some mischief.
She took a deep breath, gripped the man’s well-defined hand tightly, quietly gathered her strength, and then…
Yanked downward with all her might!
Awkward…
It didn’t budge.
Mingzhou remained perfectly still, crouching at the edge of the pit, his feet as if rooted to the ground. No matter how hard she strained with every ounce of her strength, he didn’t so much as sway.
Ye Lingxi swallowed hard and let out a nervous chuckle, trying to mask her embarrassment.
“Hehe, I wasn’t trying to pull you down just now. I was just trying to use the leverage to climb up myself. Hehe, I’m not very strong, so I couldn’t make it…”
At the edge of the pit, Mingzhou listened quietly, his sharply defined features remaining gentle throughout.
He couldn’t understand the language Ye Lingxi spoke, but this Guide’s voice was truly pleasant to listen to—soft and sweet, carrying a peculiar rhythm.
Just now, he had felt the force of the Guide’s tug on his hand. It was very light.
That wasn’t surprising. With their different evolutionary paths, a Guide’s strength couldn’t possibly compare to a Sentinel’s.
So, the Guide had been trying to climb out just now, but lacked the strength to do so?
Mingzhou felt he’d figured it out.
So, he applied a little force through his arm.
At the bottom of the pit, Ye Lingxi suddenly felt a pull on her wrist.
It was a steady, firm force, yet extremely gentle—it didn’t hurt her in the slightest.
She only felt her body grow light, and like a little chick, she was effortlessly lifted out of the pit by that hand.
The moment her feet touched the ground, she was still a bit dazed.
Just… out?
She looked down at her feet, standing steadily on the ground, then up at the man who towered a full head above her, then back at the pit she’d struggled to climb out of for so long.
Then she fell silent.
Were vampires always this strong?
While she was still trying to process what had happened, a hundred meters away, Lin Chuan, Shi Qi, and the others were also watching her.
“She really is a Guide!” Shi Qi’s pupils trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Who would believe it if they were told—they’d found a Guide in the Sentinel’s Slumbering Lands!
“This Guide looks so frail,” Ji Xiao said. “Was she abandoned on the Desolate Planet because she’s weak?”
“What kind of heartless monster would abandon a Guide all alone on a Desolate Planet?” Pei Jin was both furious and pained.
“Stop speculating. Let’s go pay our respects to the Guide first,” Lin Chuan said.
…
At the edge of the large pit, Ye Lingxi had just pulled her wandering thoughts back when she caught sight of several figures in her peripheral vision.
Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…
One after another, as if materializing out of thin air, the eleven people who had been standing a hundred meters away appeared around her in the blink of an eye.
Ye Lingxi’s pupils dilated in shock.
Instant teleportation again!
All twelve of them could do it!
She stood frozen in place, feeling like a little mouse surrounded by twelve cats.
The men stood before her at a moderate distance, forming a semi-enclosing fan shape.
Behind her was the pit. In front of her were the men.
They probably weren’t worried about her escaping.
There was no need—with that kind of speed, she stood no chance against them.
These humanoid monsters probably thought she, as a morsel of food, was quite rare and fragrant, and had all come over to take a look, sniff around, and whatnot.
They were looking at her, and she was observing them too.
Twelve tall, sturdy men, each with distinct features—some cold, some shrewd—but without exception, every single one was very young and very handsome to the eye.
That is, if you could ignore the bizarre and eerie totems on their faces.
A thought suddenly flashed through Ye Lingxi’s mind: if these twelve men were put in a club, they’d probably all become top earners.
From another angle, the totems on their faces could be seen as exotic flair.
Just as she was thinking this, the eleven tall men standing in their fan formation suddenly pounded their chests with their fists, performing a strange salute, and spoke in unison in words she couldn’t understand.
The resounding voices, with their rising and falling cadence, startled Ye Lingxi so much that she stumbled backward three steps—then her foot caught on empty air, and she nearly tumbled back into the pit.
A powerful arm shot out from the side, steadying her waist and saving her from another fall.
It was Mingzhou who had caught her, allowing her to regain her footing, her heart still pounding wildly.
Sensing Ye Lingxi’s stiffness, the hand at her waist immediately withdrew.
“Guide, are you alright?” Mingzhou asked, only realizing after the words left his mouth that Ye Lingxi couldn’t understand him.
Sure enough, Ye Lingxi looked at him, her big, blinking eyes full of confusion.
Mingzhou smiled. Though he knew she couldn’t understand, he still spoke gently: “My companions are paying their respects to you.”
He paused, then operated his Personal Terminal, pulling up the language analysis module.
Any language recorded by the Federation could be parsed and translated through the Personal Terminal.
Ye Lingxi stared at Mingzhou, unable to understand what he was saying. But she saw him press a device on his wrist that resembled a watch, and then, a translucent holographic screen materialized out of thin air.
She was stunned once again.
This was something she had only ever seen in sci-fi movies. Could real-world technology already achieve something like this?
Or was it that the blood clan’s technology far surpassed that of humans?
Or perhaps…
She didn’t dare to think further.
Time travel was already absurd enough.
A deep, magnetic male voice reached her ears once more: “Guide, please speak again. I’ll use my Personal Terminal to analyze your language.”
Ye Lingxi blinked. Though she couldn’t understand him, she was certain the man was speaking to her.
After a brief moment of deliberation, she clasped her fists toward Mingzhou. “Brother.”
Pausing, she then clasped her fists again toward the eleven newcomers who had fanned out in a semicircle nearby. “Brothers, it seems we don’t share a language.
Meeting by chance is fate. Let’s part on good terms, shall we?
The mountains remain green, and the rivers flow on. Until we meet again in the martial world!”