Chapter 145: Binding and Unwelcome

On the jolting back of the six-legged pack beast, Luge kept his body tense; it was his first time riding this kind of thing, and he still couldn't relax casually like Old Dog Head Lun Se — he always felt that the moment he relaxed, this seemingly docile fellow would ruthlessly throw him off.

This was already the second day since he and Old Lenser left the shop and set foot on the wasteland.

After three days of unremitting effort, he and Old Lenser finally met that Old Dog Head Alchemist's target: three thousand bottles of Variant Purification Potion. Of these, Luge contributed roughly seven hundred-plus bottles, and his spiritual power also got a decent tempering in an unconventional way; seeing Old Lenser's movements and expression before departure, he guessed this Dog Head Uncle definitely still had a lot of stock, and what they were going to sell this time might far exceed three thousand bottles.

Luge kept adjusting, his brow lifting slightly as if he had found a good posture, and gradually relaxed.

Gazing at the boundless wasteland, his mood was also very good; only here, the Blood Sun's shining power would drop a lot — the brightness looked about the same, but that comfortable feeling of it shining on the body had to decrease quite a bit.

It was as if a pair of invisible big hands were binding that special power within Burning Blood City.

Outside was merely the little bit leaking through the fingers.

After relaxing, Luge looked toward Old Lenser beside him, who seemed to be in a very good mood.

He recalled the events of three days ago.

When he was walking up the stairs, this Old Dog Head Uncle called out to him, and a passage of warning words drifted from behind.

"Luge kid, I know young people all like beauties, but I must warn you: don't have too much contact with Irene. Although nothing bad might necessarily happen, it absolutely won't bring anything good either. Only Nuwengduo's bald head would keep her in the city, and keep her by his side," Old Lenser said with a sigh, "She is a hybrid; her parents are respectively Blood Race and Bloodline Infected — both are things unwelcome in this city. Nuwengduo engraved a magic array on her to suppress her; otherwise she would have been driven out of the city long ago."

At that time he stopped his steps on the stairs, couldn't help but feel curious, and asked about Blood Race and Bloodline.

Old Lenser merely said he would be able to see them very soon.

Thinking of this, Luge felt the sensation the Blood Sun brought on his body, and couldn't help but look toward Old Lenser again. Considering that day's change in Neighbor Mr. Nuwengduo, he was a bit afraid this cheap uncle might suddenly go mad and bite him.

"Hey kid, throw away the worry in your eyes. When I was as young as you, I was much bolder than you, and I remember I said, my current state is very good." Old Lenser said angrily.

"Of course, Uncle, you look great."

Luge said it casually, but in his heart he thought of another matter.

"My Uncle Lenser with the great complexion, I heard Irene mention before that during the rainy season it's best not to go out, especially not step into the wilderness." He said.

"Of course, stupid kid. How could I not know what that girl knows?" Lenser felt he was being underestimated. "Because right now it fundamentally isn't the rainy season; that previous rain was just a special situation. These two years Burning Blood City has been somewhat unstable."

Old Lenser continued: "Some people have bad premonitions, and following their spirituality's revelation have left this place. If you can also leave, after settling your own affairs, you needn't stay here long either."

The terrain gradually flattened, and the two six-legged pack beasts' backs were no longer so bumpy — or rather, they gained a steadier jolting rhythm.

Luge relaxed even more; ever since he could relax, riding on this pack beast actually felt quite good.

He looked back.

A few sharp-toothed, sharp-mouthed underground beasts had been trailing behind them the whole way, already for a long time — seemed like since yesterday — and they even appeared to be rotating; sometimes three or four, sometimes seven or eight.

Luge had noticed along the way that these tamed pack beasts and those tiger-watching underground beasts in the wild all had many blood-red features — some on fur and claws, some on carapaces and eyes, ears, and such parts — making one subconsciously associate them, thinking of the influence of that Dome's Blood Sun.

Old Lenser, for his part, had a couldn't-care-less look, clearly having anticipated any situation along this journey and being very confident.

"Up ahead, there's a stone I solidified, buried underground. We can rest there once." Old Lenser said, shaking his dog head; his flung ears drove away a small insect.

These little flying insects were also blood-colored in appearance, with blood-colored sharp beaks.

"Uncle's secret safehouse? Then I'm really looking forward to it."

Luge voiced agreement loudly. These two-plus days they had been hurrying the whole time, eating on the pack beasts' backs too; if not for Dragonborn Kobold he would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago. Of course these two tamed six-legged pack beasts also had astonishing endurance.

"There we can relax a bit; the interior is engraved with some simple magic arrays..."

Just as he spoke, Old Lenser suddenly flipped off, slapped the cultivation bag at his waist, and stowed the rented pack beast inside as well.

"The pack beast's footprints are too obvious. We'll walk the rest of the way." Old Lenser said, glancing back at the underground beasts leisurely following in the distance.

Luge nodded, stowing the pack beast. These two pack beasts were both rented in Burning Blood City, came with matching cultivation bags, and saved a lot of trouble.

The two people started walking toward Old Lenser's secret safehouse; the underground beasts trailing behind drew closer and closer, as if treating the two as easy targets.

Until a certain moment, Old Lenser's figure was no longer beside Luge.

Luge smiled and continued walking forward.

He suddenly felt that the two of them and those wild beasts trailing behind weren't all that different — even their hunting methods were similar.

He struggled up a slope, and just as he reached the downhill, he heard bursts of pained howls from behind.

Old Lenser laughed loudly, holding that chain net, and ran back.

"One each." Old Lenser brooked no refusal, tossing over a nearly twisted-into-a-ball underground beast. Seeing Luge's hesitant look, he added, "Not for you to eat. Put it in the cultivation bag to feed the pack beast."

Luge acknowledged and did as told, his eyes sweeping over the chain in his hand.

"Uncle Lenser, still haven't seen you use a spell." Luge said.

"How haven't I used one? The secret technique mark when signing the contract — isn't that a spell?" Old Lenser said.

Luge couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The two quickly reached the bottom of the slope. This place seemed to have once experienced something; as far as the eye could see, there were irregular shallow circular pits everywhere.

"Someone in my state naturally must avoid excessive use of power, and the spells I excel at inevitably have some connection to bodily reform..."

Suddenly, Old Lenser, who had been laughing a moment ago, became serious.

Bewildered, Luge followed his gaze.

At the edge of a circular pit ahead, there were obvious signs of disturbed earth.

(Chapter End)