Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land-Chapter 836 - 86: The Torment of a Bitter Night

"Get ready, night is about to fall," the Blood Slaughter Demon Sword in Ying Wuwang’s hand flashed in an instant. He surely had some space artifact for storing weapons on him.

After the killing spree just now, everyone felt a bizarre mix of awe and fear towards Ying Wuwang.

The people of the Four Unlikes Team hurriedly disposed of the bodies of the Mountain Barbarians on the ground, not daring to say a word more.

The July Team gathered behind Yue Jinghua, all with vigilant expressions.

"No rush to enter the house, take the chains from the Mountain Barbarians; they might come in handy," Yue Jinghua’s eyes remained calm, seemingly unaffected by the slaughter just then. But only she knew that her palms were already slick with cold sweat.

After killing the Mountain Barbarians, all the rooms belonged to the Four Unlikes Team.

Ying Wuwang allocated a few rooms. For safety, some members of the Four Unlikes Squad volunteered to stay together. The four women in the team and the rest of the Four Unlikes Team split into two groups, occupying one room each.

Another room, on the outermost side, served as the watch room. At night, two people would take turns guarding it. The last room was the kitchen.

"Captain Ying, we’ve searched everywhere. There is nothing in the kitchen, no firewood nearby, and the water barrels are empty. Should we go out to find some firewood?" a member of the Four Unlikes Squad came in after searching with a troubled expression.

"It’s too late. We can’t go out after nightfall; we’ll have to make do for tonight. Leave two people in the watch room, and the rest rest where they are," Ying Wuwang glanced at the sky outside the stone house.

Within an hour, the sky over the Divine Ruins had completely darkened. This blackness was not pure black; it was mixed with a tinge of crimson, making the sky look like a vaguely active volcano, as if something were about to erupt from the horizon.

Sure enough, Ying Wuwang was right.

From the deserted and silent village came the eerie cries of demon beasts howling like wolves.

Pairs of eyes, like ghostly fire, either red or green, floated in the village.

The corpses of a few Mountain Barbarians, casually discarded earlier, seemed to have attracted some beast packs. The sounds of bones cracking and flesh tearing made everyone’s scalp tingle inside the house.

Fortunately, the stone house they lived in was sturdy enough that even stabbing it with a dagger wouldn’t make a scratch. It seemed more than capable of withstanding an attack from the demon beasts.

Compared to the roaming and howling of the demon beasts, the most unbearable part of the Divine Ruins’ night was the temperature.

As night fell, the temperature in the Divine Ruins plummeted sharply.

Earlier it was like a spring day, but now it had dropped to several tens of degrees below zero, if not lower.

The bare ground felt like a block of ice, hard and bone-chillingly cold.

To resist the cold, many people had to emit Dark Energy, yet it was still so cold that their teeth chattered.

Shalman and others, less robust in strength, turned a livid color, only Feng Buhui and Yue Jinghua looked slightly better.

"Damn it, how can anyone sleep in this weather? Fall asleep and you might freeze to death," Luo complained, though he was robust, he was afraid of the cold.

He entered the ruins wearing battle armor, which, though excellent in defense, offered no warmth, and Luo stomped his feet from the cold.

"Fatty, if you don’t want to die, don’t move around wasting your body heat," Yue Jinghua glanced at the next room. Ying Wuwang’s place was utterly silent; at this time, she couldn’t care about propriety and told all the members of the July Team to huddle together.

She took out a Blue Snow Candle, lit it. The bright candlelight added a bit of warmth to the room.

"Buhui, send ten Blue Snow Candles to the neighboring room, as thanks for helping us earlier," Yue Jinghua didn’t hold back, as her Desire Gourd always contained special products of her territory for promotional purposes. In the Divine Ruins, without basic lighting, Blue Snow Candles became a crucial lighting tool.

Everyone had to survive for six months in the Divine Ruins, so in the short term, maintaining good relations with Ying Wuwang was necessary.

Yue Jinghua didn’t like owing people favors, especially not to Ying Wuwang.

Thanks to the tiny candles’ heat, everyone horribly endured the night.

Come morning, everyone walked out of the stone house, their faces grim; this was no way to go on.

They had to gather usable resources in the village.

Ying Wuwang understood clearly that after such a night, whether it was the Four Symbols Team, other teams from the foreign continent, alien intruders or fugitives, even the Dark Demon Army, all would start frantically scavenging resources. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He quickly assigned duties, leaving some to guard the stone house against occupying forces or demon beasts.

Another team was sent into the shrubs to find edible food and firewood.

The last team followed him to seek the most crucial water source.

After assigning tasks, Ying Wuwang selected Yue Jinghua, Luo, and another Four Unlikes Team member to accompany him in finding water in the village’s temple.

Qian Luo, an Array Master, could use this time to set up essential Dark Arrays beside the stone house, and Qin Dongting, Feng Buhui, and a Four Unlikes Team member stayed behind to assist.

With Shalman’s Cultivation Beasts adept in the shrubbery, she and several Four Unlikes Team members collected firewood and food.

The three groups parted by the stone house, rushing to their respective destinations.

On the way to the temple’s water source, Ying Wuwang deliberately walked beside Yue Jinghua. "Thanks for the candles last night, Little Brother Yue. These candles are unique; where are they from? I’d like to buy some to take back."

"Those candles are not for sale," when Yue Jinghua sensed Ying Wuwang approaching, his Demon Breath activated the Black Manzhu Flower on her back, prompting her to step aside.

However, Ying Wuwang, like an adhesive plaster, persistently neared her, bringing up trivial topics, and his mischievous eyes unabashedly roamed over Yue Jinghua, as if assessing his own property.

"Get lost, get lost. It’s so hot; are you daft enough to be a fop, sticking close to our leader?" Luo came up, panting, and used his bulk to shove Ying Wuwang aside.

After catching a whiff of Luo’s sweat, Ying Wuwang frowned and retreated a few steps in displeasure.

This damn fatty, one day, I’m gonna skin him alive.