Chapter 276 No Man’s Land

The biting cold wind whistled past, carrying the dust on the ground. Although it was daytime, the light was dim as if it was dusk.

The temperature had already dropped below freezing. Not to mention wild animals, not even a bird could be seen on the bare peaks along the way.

Looking far away, there was nothing except a dilapidated road that stretched deep into the mountains.

Zhao Ya, wearing a cloak, looked at everything outside and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

No wonder this land, although vast, has not formed a strong force in so many years.

In such a doomsday-like harsh environment, anyone with a weak psychological tolerance would easily fall into a vortex of sadness and despair, and it would not be surprising to even go crazy.

So unless they are really desperate, ordinary people will never come to such a place.

The road Zhao Ya is taking now is the closest road from Dayan to the foreign land.

Before coming here, he had checked the route in detail and asked Mo Qi and Lu Dingtai.

They all said that there were several roads between Dayan and the foreign land, but most of them were very dangerous, and only a few were passable.

The shortest road had to pass through a large uninhabited area, and people usually passed through it in groups, and it was rare for a single person to do so.

After all, if a person walked alone in such a large uninhabited area, if he encountered any danger, he would be finished.

But the road that ordinary people feared as a natural moat was not an obstacle to Zhao Ya at all.

After all, with Zhao Ya's current strength, he could be said to be invincible below the level of opening meridians, and he could fight ordinary people with opening meridians one for one.

So facing such an uninhabited area, Zhao Ya didn't care at all.

Now Zhao Ya has walked along this road for half a day, and has walked about a hundred miles.

This is a terrifying number, because this road is rugged and difficult to walk, and ordinary people can only walk sixty or seventy miles a day after working hard, and that is considered fast.

If it is a caravan carrying goods, it can only walk forty or fifty miles a day at most.

However, caravans usually don't go here. They would rather take a long detour than take risks.

It was just after two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost dark.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and there were a few snowflakes in it.

In an instant, heavy snow fell, and the distant peaks soon turned white.

This bad weather not only did not stump Zhao Ya, but aroused his inner pride.

He lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and the whole person jumped up, and actually ran against the wind and snow.

With his full strength, Zhao Ya's speed was as fast as a ghost, and he moved rapidly in the dark.

Often a leap could fly dozens of feet away, and when in the air, Zhao Ya would do his best to take advantage of the wind.

Only when he was really exhausted would he gently step on the ground with his toes to get some strength.

If someone observed the footprints left by Zhao Ya at this time, they would find that there was only a shallow mark on the thin snow, which did not look like a person's passing.

Although it is not the real snow-leaving, it is quite good.

In fact, Zhao Ya has been thinking about how to improve his lightness and body skills to the next level.

If he can improve from returning to the basics to transcending the ordinary, his body speed will definitely soar a lot.

It's a pity that he has never found an opportunity.

After all, in terms of body speed, there are few people in Dayan who can compare with Zhao Ya.

How can this be improved?

It seems that he still has to go to the foreign land to find the target.

In this way, Zhao Ya ran for more than an hour and traveled more than a hundred miles before gradually slowing down.

It was not because he was tired.

But Zhao Ya saw a little fire in front of him.

When he got closer, Zhao Ya could hear the voice of people coming with the wind.

It's a caravan!

Zhao Ya didn't expect that his luck was so good that he actually met a caravan in this wild land.

But he didn't know what this caravan was transporting, and he dared to take the risk to cross the no-man's land.

At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the snow on the ground was more than half a meter deep, and it was still falling.

Zhao Ya slowed down his pace and soon came closer.

When he got closer, Zhao Ya finally understood why this caravan was stationed here.

It turned out that this was a valley surrounded by several peaks, which could shield the wind and snow to the greatest extent, and it was a perfect camping site.

From a distance, Zhao Ya found that the scale of this caravan was not too large, but the strength of the guards was quite good.

There were seven or eight fourth-level warriors in the open, and the rest were all at the peak of the third level.

Zhao Ya observed for a moment and finally decided to rest nearby.

After all, with such a heavy snowstorm, continuing to travel would greatly consume physical strength, which was not worth the loss.

So he emerged from the darkness.

"Who is it!"

A guard standing guard on a high place immediately spotted Zhao Ya, and was so frightened that he immediately shouted loudly, holding a knife in his hand, ready to fight.

Not only him, but the other guards in the camp also reacted instantly.

Some people gathered into a battle formation, ready to fight, while others immediately rushed to the side of the car and prepared for defense.

Zhao Ya stopped and said loudly: "I am also a person on the road. I saw a fire in the night, so I rushed over."

Hearing what Zhao Ya said, these people's vigilance did not diminish at all.

After all, in the middle of the night when the snow was blowing hard, a man suddenly appeared and said he was on the road.

This sounded strange.

"I have no intention of disturbing you. I just want to camp in a sheltered place to rest for one night." Zhao Ya explained again.

The guards looked at each other, and then one of the older people clasped his fists.

"Friend, I'm really sorry, we have already occupied this place. Please move up a step and choose another place."

Zhao Ya frowned slightly.

This valley is very wide. This caravan only occupied one corner. The rest of the place was empty, but it was really overbearing to not allow others to camp here.

However, Zhao Ya did not get angry.

After all, in this desolate mountain, his appearance was really a bit abrupt, and it was normal for these people to be more vigilant.

But before Zhao Ya could speak, a man in his thirties walked out of a tent.

"Old Chen, forget it. It's freezing cold, and it's hard for him to travel alone. Let him camp nearby and rest."

"But sir, this man's origin is unknown. What if he is a spy of the thieves?" said the guard leader Old Chen.

The man smiled, "On this snowy night, birds dare not fly, and the thieves are all in their nests. Who will come out?"

The man bowed to Zhao Ya.

"My friend, I'm really sorry. I should let you into the camp, but it's really inconvenient, so please do as you please."

Zhao Ya also smiled.

The man was young, but he was very broad-minded.

So he returned the greeting.

"Thank you."

Then Zhao Ya, under the watchful eyes of Old Chen, chose a clean corner that was sheltered from the wind and began to build a camp.

It was called a camp, but it was actually just a simple triangular frame built with a few dead woods, and then tarpaulin was put on it.

Then Zhao Ya quickly built a bonfire and heated up the dry food he brought with him.

Even though Zhao Ya's digestion ability was abnormal due to his gastrointestinal talent, he could still digest it even if it was frozen into ice lumps.

But who would want to eat ice lumps if they could eat more comfortably?

Just as Zhao Ya was heating up the dry food and preparing to eat, a guard suddenly came over with two things.

"This is what our boss sent."

The guard put the things on the ground and turned away.

One of them was a roast chicken wrapped in dry lotus leaves and a small jar of wine.

Zhao Ya couldn't help but look up at the camp not far away.

The man was also looking here.

Zhao Ya smiled, then bowed and clasped his hands.

"Thank you!"

The man smiled and waved his hand, then turned back to the tent.

Zhao Ya picked up both things. Although he didn't eat them, he knew there was no problem just by smelling them.

The roast chicken had been processed beforehand, and now it only needed to be heated.

Zhao Ya found a long wooden stick to put it on, put it on the fire to roast, then opened the cork and sipped it slowly.

The wine was very strong.

It had to be at least 70 degrees.

After entering the mouth, it slid down the throat like a red-hot knife.

But after entering the stomach, the whole person was refreshed, and even the cold seemed to be dispelled a lot.

From these two things, it can be seen that this caravan has rich experience in traveling.

After being processed, the roast chicken can not only be stored for a long time, but also tastes quite good when it is slightly heated when eaten.

Secondly, this strong wine can not only be drunk, but also used for disinfection after injury, and even as a fire starter at critical moments.

I just don’t know why such an experienced caravan would take such a huge risk to take this journey?

But Zhao Ya soon put this doubt behind him.

Because who doesn’t have a few secrets these days.

He and the other party were just casual acquaintances, so why be so curious.

At this time, the roast chicken was also heated up, and Zhao Ya began to eat heartily.

While he was eating meat and drinking, the guard leader Lao Chen in the camp said with some dissatisfaction.

"Boss, I know you have a good heart, but you really shouldn't allow such a person of unknown origin to camp next to you. What if something happens?"

"Lao Chen, I know you are a little worried, but this man is obviously not a spy of the thieves, but just a pedestrian on the road."

"And on this cold and snowy night, if he missed this shelter, he might freeze to death."

"If you are really worried, just send a few people to keep an eye on him."

Lao Chen didn't dare to say anything.

At this time, the guard who delivered the things came in.

"The things have been delivered."

"Did he receive them?" the man asked.

"Not only did he take it, but he's already eating it."

The man was stunned when he heard this, then he laughed and said, "See? If this guy is really a spy of the thieves, how dare he eat the things we give him?"

Old Chen frowned slightly when he heard this.

In his opinion, if someone dares to eat other people's things casually, this person is either a rookie who has just started out in the underworld, or he has something to rely on.

But would a rookie who has just started out in the underworld dare to walk through such a deserted area?

He always felt that this pedestrian who suddenly appeared was a little strange.

So after the man returned to the tent, he called a few guards and ordered: "You will take turns on duty tonight, especially pay attention to this sudden person. If there is any change, please report to me as soon as possible."

"yes!"

Late at night.

The snow became lighter, but the wind never stopped.

Zhao Ya was sitting in a tent made of oilcloth, listening to the howling wind outside, and suddenly felt a sense of loneliness.

He was really uncomfortable with the lack of Zui'er around him.

But soon, this feeling was interrupted by the secret breathing method of swallowing the power of Star Morning.

Zhao Ya closed his eyes and meditated, nurturing the foundation of true power in his Dantian bit by bit.

Unlike other secret methods, the process of cultivating Dantian seeds with the power of swallowing stars is very long.

This is also preparation for opening up meridians and refining acupoints in the future.

Zhao Ya is not in a hurry, because he has not been able to achieve the Five Realms for a long time, so he just takes this opportunity to polish his own strength.

But at this moment, Zhao Ya seemed to notice something, his ears twitched slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

The night outside is as dark as ink.

The bonfire that Zhao Ya created before has been extinguished long ago.

But at this moment, Zhao Ya suddenly picked up the cold iron knife in front of him and stabbed him with his backhand.

puff.

After the cold iron knife passed through the oil cloth, it penetrated directly into a soft place.

There were groans of pain and the sounds of bodies falling to the ground, but they were quickly drowned out by the howling wind.

Then Zhao Ya lifted up the oilcloth and jumped into the darkness.

Behind the oilcloth tent, there was a man lying prone. The blood dripping from his body had been frozen, and he could no longer die.

Zhao Ya narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the darkness in the distance, and then looked at the camp behind.

"That's all, I should just thank you for the wine."

After saying that, Zhao Ya disappeared into the darkness again.

At the same time, in a corner not far from the mountain col, there were several men in black lurking.

"What's going on? Let the third child go and find out what's true. Why haven't you come back yet?" someone said.

"I guess they encountered a sentry post. These caravans should be cautious now. Wait and see." Someone next to him responded.

But these people didn't notice at all that a black shadow had quietly approached them.

The next moment, a flash of knife light flashed.

The man lying at the very back had his throat slit without even a groan.

Blood bubbled and overflowed.

He covered his neck and wanted to shout, but he couldn't.

"who!"

The remaining people finally realized something was wrong and drew their weapons to fight the enemy.

But they didn't even see Zhao Ya's appearance, so they were put down to the ground neatly.

Finally, Zhao Ya stepped on a man in black and said coldly: "Who are you?"

The man in black was frightened.

He never expected that this seemingly inconspicuous caravan would actually have such a powerful presence.

"Sir...Sir, we are from Heifeng Village not far ahead. We saw a caravan passing by during the day, so we came over to see what was going on."

Kawenka has been stuck until now, and tomorrow he will have 10,000 words