Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Chapter 68 Chen Yuanqing

"I still lack experience..."

As the iron shield flew back and blocked his view, Jing Xiu calmed down instead, even letting out a relaxed sneer. At this moment, the agitation of his scabbard had reached its limit.

He hadn't used this move when facing Xu Hao, partly because it was too taxing—the reduction in lifespan was a price low-level players couldn't afford—and partly because of the physical backlash.

Jing Xiu was only a top-tier second-level player. Although his talent in sword drawing had been pushed beyond his level, qualifying him to use a scabbard, the backlash from fully activating it was too much for his body to handle.

"That's why it possesses destructive power approaching that of a fourth-tier power!"

Jing Xiu grinned maliciously, pressing his thumb against the hilt of his sword. The raging power within him was about to be unleashed. He didn't even have time to care about the iron shield flying towards him. He was about to draw his sword and cut him and Fang Jin in half!

Iron Cover looked desperate. How did he end up like this? He was so glorious at the liquor party, how did he end up kneeling down and becoming a dog for scavengers just to survive, only to be treated like a dog in the end?

Unfortunately, no one cared about what he was thinking. The two fighting men thought that killing Iron Shield was enough, since he was such an eyesore jumping around.

Jing Xiu could even imagine two blood-stained skins being sliced ​​open before his eyes, the warm blood gushing from the ruptures in the sunlight! How beautiful that scene would be…

"Gurgle..."

But the moment he drew his sword, a bright red ball rolled to Jing Xiu's feet with Fang Jin. After swaying and coming to a stop, it suddenly burst out with countless fine red steel needles!

Jiang Yu… her equipment is still active? Jing Xiu was furious, but at the same time, his action of drawing his sword became even more violent, and the wound that had been cut by the red line was torn open and wide in a ferocious manner!

These red lines look quite intimidating, but because the wounds are so fine, they don't cause any damage. They are mainly embedded in the flesh and bone layer by layer, making it feel like you are rooted to the ground no matter what you do.

But Jing Xiu's power at this moment was far beyond what a single piece of equipment could restrain. His fierce charge quickly snapped most of the red thread, and the entire moment of stunned silence lasted no more than half a second...

But half a second was enough for Fang Jin to finish all her work.

"Bang—!"

Fang Jin kicked through the leather pouch of the iron shield, and amidst the dripping blood, his legs went limp as he heavily stomped on the hilt of Jing Xiu's sword, which was about to be drawn!

This near-fourth-tier strike was finally impossible to pull out. Jing Xiu's hands were bulging with veins and bleeding, but how could his strength compare to Fang Jin's furnace state?

When the blood absorbed by the scabbard reached its limit, and the iron bar embedded in the scabbard finally shattered under the pressure, despair finally appeared on Jing Xiu's face.

"Bang—"

The scabbard at his waist exploded, leaving his waist a bloody mess. The scabbard itself remained intact, but the broken blades pierced Jing Xiu's body, causing his face to twitch in pain.

A few pieces even grazed Fang Jin's cheek, leaving shallow cuts on his face, with blood slowly dripping down in an arc... He subconsciously touched some of it and looked at his fingertips.

Come to think of it... this seems to be the first injury he suffered since entering the museum.

"……Oh."

Fang Jin laughed, put her blood-stained thumb to her lips, and gently licked it with the cool taste of the candy... violently and quickly tearing off Jing Xiu's head!

"Sizzle—!"

……

"Making or losing money, we're even. After five years, this scavenging business has come to an end."

Whether it was the chessboard space or the scavenging headquarters, this battle was undoubtedly extremely fierce, yet there was one person humming a tune, pushing a small cart, and swaying as he walked to the edge of the detached area.

The cart contained all the scavenger's possessions accumulated over the years, including his most valuable equipment and items, a technologically modified torso, while paper money was the least valuable thing.

Both sides overlooked one thing: the headquarters was locked, the chessboard space was locked, and the sixteen forward bases in the fallen zone, which contained 80% of the scavengers' profits, were now empty like never before.

Someone just swaggered out of the chessboard, spent the last few hours pushing a cart, filling it with everything of value, and then leisurely strolled to the border.

The young man raised his head, revealing a handsome face, though half of his skin was covered by black etched spots. His face was full of relaxation and carefree spirit, as if he had unloaded a rather heavy burden.

It was Chen Yuanqing.

He had already left the chessboard space, far away from the battlefield and the strife. While others were fighting to the death, he alone enjoyed all the sweet bait.

To be honest, he never intended to stand with the scavengers from the beginning. What was the point of guarding this dried-up corpse? For him, leaving was already a predetermined plan.

How he left was another matter entirely. His identity as the leader of the scavengers was quite conspicuous, and his own organization treated the equipment and items as public property... He had to come up with a good way to steal from his own people.

That's why this campaign came about. And in terms of fundamental goals, he, Xu Hao, and Fang Jin all had the same goal: to exploit the scavengers.

Of course, he wasn't that greedy. At least the 20% of the profits from headquarters were really beyond his reach. He only picked out the goods that were truly beneficial to him and took them away. The rest he could only leave unattended.

……perhaps.

As for why he was able to leave the chessboard space... it's simple. The person who the novelist's chess piece recognizes as its master is never him. At this moment, the one acting as the guardian in the chessboard is just an ordinary scavenger.

"But now you should pay it back."

Chen Yuanqing whistled as he squatted down beside the white sand where the chess piece had been buried a few days earlier. He reached out and dug away the topsoil, revealing the deep blue, transparent chess piece underneath.

Equipment can be stolen, especially items whose owners are not around. As long as he pulls out the chess piece, the blockade will be lifted immediately, and he will get the last treasure of his scavenging career.

However, the people who were suppressed inside would be immediately pushed out, and he had to be prepared to face pursuit from both sides, while also protecting his family's belongings on the cart...

"But since quite a few people have already died, running should be easy."

Chen Yuanqing muttered to himself, then reached out to grab the chess piece, intending to uproot it, but just as he was about to touch it... his fingers stiffened slightly.

He smelled an overwhelming stench of blood, so strong it was unbelievable. Even when he leaned down to look at the chess piece itself, its transparent, deep blue surface...

A small red aura is slowly spreading.