Ancient Doomsday Traveler

Chapter 22 Scavenging and Testing

Those two were incredibly fast; Lin Xiu felt that if it were him, he definitely wouldn't have been able to stop them.

Of course, it's a different story if Brother Donkey is around.

With Ms. Yao around, things are a completely different story.

He saw Yao Rongrong flick her slender, soft sword, creating a whip-like effect that struck the two men. Blood spurted out, and the two screamed in agony as they staggered to the ground, unable to get up.

What a powerful soft sword!

The two men's limbs seemed to have been severed; they couldn't get up from the ground, and their weapons had fallen from their hands and they couldn't pick them up.

Yao Rongrong gave the two men no chance to catch their breath. She suddenly stepped forward, and with a swift stroke of her sword, both men's heads fell to the ground.

"Thump—"

The two men were completely lifeless, lying on the ground, blood gushing out from the perfectly clean cuts on their necks. Even Lin Xiu had to quickly retreat.

He casually patted the donkey's rump, and the donkey, understanding, quickly took a few steps forward.

Brother Donkey just used that Donkey Kick move, and has already changed direction.

Yao Rongrong was too close, and although she managed to pull away in time, she still inevitably got some blood on her skin.

She turned to Lin Xiu and smiled sweetly, saying, "Look how scared you were, sir. Don't worry, it's all over now."

Four corpses lay on the ground. The woman was still stained with blood. She smiled radiantly, yet she exuded a bewitching and terrifying aura.

Lin Xiu sighed inwardly, realizing that Yao's skill far exceeded his expectations; none of the four men were a match for her.

Compared to her, Brother Donkey is somewhat useful; she's become a burden to her.

Well, thankfully I became a burden...

Otherwise, given how barbaric and treacherous this world is, if Brother Donkey and I had come out of Mengzhou City alone, we would probably have been stewed in one pot long ago, leaving not even bones behind.

I'm determined to be this burden myself!

"Miss Yao's skills are amazing, she's just like a legendary swordsman!"

Lin Xiu immediately praised him.

When Yao Rongrong heard Lin Xiu talk about "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," she had heard the term "great hero." She immediately rolled her eyes at Lin Xiu and said with a smile, "What are you saying, sir? I don't have the martial arts skills described in your stories, so how could I be considered a great hero?"

Lin Xiu said, "Miss Yao, your skill is better than martial arts. The only difference is that you don't have a name for your sword technique. Why don't you... give your sword technique a name?"

Yao Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she said, "That would be wonderful! Sir, how about you help me think of a name?"

Lin Xiu glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "Let me think... Let's get out of here quickly. We almost got into trouble just now; this guy had the whistle to his lips and almost blew it..."

He was referring to the young man whose severed head still had a tree bark whistle bitten into it. Because of the force used, even when the man's head rolled to the ground, the whistle did not fall off and was instead crushed by the teeth.

It was all thanks to Yao Rongrong's fast sword.

As they talked, the two men had already plundered the bodies: a dagger from the young man, a short knife from the vigorous old man, a crossbow from the middle-aged woman, and an axe from the other man who was with the vigorous old man.

They also carried some dry rations with them, wrapped in cloth, which turned out to be raw meat.

Lin Xiu felt a chill run down his spine. Recalling the group's previous actions and conversations, he had a feeling that the meat wasn't anything good, and might have been cut from the strong man from yesterday.

"This meat looks quite fresh, would you like some, heroine?"

He tentatively asked Yao Rongrong a question.

Yao Rongrong glanced at Lin Xiu and said, "Sir, you have quite the appetite. You can even accept flesh cut from a human body."

Lin Xiu asked, "Is this really human flesh?"

Yao Rongrong, being an exceptionally intelligent woman, instantly understood the meaning behind Lin Xiu's words. Her bright, star-like eyes glared at Lin Xiu as she said, "Fine, sir, you're testing me?"

Lin Xiu remained unfazed and said, "You woman, you really know how to overthink things. What would I possibly be testing you for?"

Yao Rongrong raised her eyebrows: "How could I be thinking such nonsense? You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xiu added, "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that what I just said was actually a test. Miss Yao, are you planning to test me out of nowhere? Otherwise, why would you be thinking this of me?"

Yao Rongrong's beautiful, delicate eyebrows furrowed even more sharply: "You..."

Lin Xiu interrupted Yao Rongrong again: "Heroine, your sword is so fast and fierce, it draws blood with every strike, and kills with every drop of blood. How about calling it the Soul-Chasing, Life-Taking Sword?"

This finally diverted Yao Rongrong's attention. Yao Rongrong frowned slightly and said, "No, it's not as good as Lingbo Weibu. There's also Beiming Divine Skill, Wuliang Sword Technique, and Yiyang Finger, all of which sound better than this."

Lin Xiu said, "Then let's just call it the Boundless Sword Technique."

Yao Rongrong gave a coquettish snort and said, "No way. Why should I use a nobody's swordsmanship?"

Lin Xiu said, "Then let me think about it some more."

"Um."

Yao Rongrong nodded, chuckled, winked at Lin Xiu, and said, "Then you must think it over carefully, sir, and don't disappoint me."

She's always like this, sometimes calling me "this humble woman," sometimes "this little girl," and sometimes just saying "me" directly. Lin Xiu has been trying to figure out what the pattern is, and under what circumstances this woman will use which euphemism.

Only by mastering these rules can one be a competent burden and handle Yao the heroine well.

While they were talking, the two had already put all the supplies on the cart, put the donkey cart back on the donkey's back, and drove the donkey away.

They didn't want to stay in this place for even a moment longer.

As Lin Xiu was leaving, he noticed Yao Rongrong copying him, taking off the middle-aged woman's shoes. He asked, "Why are you taking off other people's shoes too? Aren't you afraid your feet will stink?"

Yao Rongrong rolled her eyes and said, "I'll just wash up too. Sir, you said it yourself, we can't be so particular these days, why should I be?"

"Sir, please don't change the subject. You should think carefully about the name of this sword technique."

"Of course, of course."

Lin Xiu looked around and asked, "What's the best way for us to get there?"

Yao Rongrong said, "Why don't we head back first and hide in that cave for a while? These people will probably keep searching for a while. I've already gone to a lot of trouble killing these four people, and I don't want to..."

He stopped abruptly at this point.

Lin Xiu turned his head and saw Yao Rongrong staring at the pair of shoes in her hand.

"What's wrong?"

he asks.

What's so strange about a pair of shoes?

Yao Rongrong reached into her shoe and pinched her nose, pulling out a brocade handkerchief. The grayish-white handkerchief seemed to have words written on it.

She tossed the shoes onto the donkey cart, stretched out her hand, and offered the handkerchief to Lin Xiu, saying, "Sir, would you mind taking a look? I can't bear to see this thing taken out of the shoe."

Lin Xiu said, "Don't worry, that woman doesn't have sweaty feet, otherwise the words on this would have been soaked through."

And to Ms. Yao, let me give you a piece of advice: in this day and age, being a germaphobe isn't a good thing.