Dashing Student-Chapter 1257: Suicide Squad

In the tent, Chen Nan walked to the side on his own, sitting cross-legged, seemingly indifferent to the people in the tent.

The camp leader, who was being scolded by Deng Yunhe, did not get angry and simply left the tent, leaving it in silence with no one speaking.

Chen Nan looked as if he was resting with eyes closed, but he was actually observing the others in the tent. Since he was affected by the Soul Locking Talisman and hadn't figured out a solution yet, he knew he would have to carry out tasks with the other four people.

He certainly didn't want to be stabbed in the back when facing the Demon Cultivators.

Among them, Daoist Cui looked the most normal, dressed in an old Daoist robe with his hair in a bun, and a cloth sign reading "Fortune Telling" beside him.

Deng Yunhe appeared as a playboy, with red lips and white teeth and a tall figure, seemingly the least appropriate to be here.

Zheng Yunzhou was the one with the highest cultivation among them, appearing quite calm and serious, and his square face gave an inexplicable sense of security.

As for Ning Yu, her figure and exposed eyes and eyebrows suggested she was a beauty, but the lower half of her face was covered with a veil.

Amidst this silent atmosphere, an Envoy from the Righteous Alliance entered the tent and sneered at them: "Gentlemen, it's time to set off."

As soon as he spoke, everyone in the room changed their expressions. How could such words meant for those about to die be used on them?

So everyone simultaneously directed their gaze towards him, and the aura on their bodies suddenly released, creating huge pressure that descended onto the tent.

The Envoy's face changed dramatically, and he took a few steps back, the sneer and ridicule on his face disappearing as his voice trembled: "Are you... trying to rebel?"

Deng Yunhe was the first to stand up. Due to his tall stature, he still had to look down when confronting the Envoy. "What kind of thing do you think you are? Knowing we're here to die, you shouldn't provoke us."

"We're going to die anyway, so what if we kill you?"

The Envoy was truly frightened, perhaps it was his first time at this camp and he hadn't encountered someone as ferocious as Deng Yunhe.

After all, even the camp leader wouldn't want to offend them, for fear they might go mad.

"Alright, don't talk nonsense, we're not here to die. There are still people waiting for us to return."

The tall Zheng Yunzhou also stood up and pushed the Envoy out of the tent, and the others rose as well, with Chen Nan following behind.

Outside the tent, a Flying Boat was already waiting. Because of Deng Yunhe's threat, the Envoy no longer dared to spout any harsh words at them, quickly returning to the Flying Boat.

Once everyone boarded the Flying Boat, the Envoy piloted it towards the battlefield, soon leaving the island where the camp was located.

On the Flying Boat, each person harbored their own thoughts. Perhaps out of boredom, Deng Yunhe approached Daoist Cui: "You Daoist, tell me if I can return alive this time?"

Daoist Cui chuckled, stroked his scraggly beard, revealing yellow teeth: "Ten low-grade Spirit Stones, no credit."

The playboy glared, hardly expecting that even among Suicide Squad members, Spirit Stones would be required. Impatiently, he took out ten Spirit Stones and tossed them to the old Daoist.

After putting away the Spirit Stones, the old Daoist took out a palm-sized tortoise shell from his robe, which contained five Copper Coins. Shaking his head and swaying his body, he kept shaking the tortoise shell, making a "clattering" noise.

Soon, he scattered the Copper Coins on the table and focused his gaze, his expression turning grim.

"Old Daoist, how about it?" Deng Yunhe asked eagerly.

"Alas." Daoist Cui sighed, "This is an ominous divination, meaning you will face near-certain death, but there is a glimmer of hope."

Deng Yunhe, seeing the old Daoist close his eyes, immediately stepped forward to seize his shoulders and shake him, "Keep talking, I already know it's near-certain death without your divination, are you teasing me?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Their conversation finally loosened the tense atmosphere on the boat.

Daoist Cui, dizzy from the shaking, immediately stretched out a hand and rubbed his fingers together, the meaning clear: more money!

Deng Yunhe's eyes widened: "You stinking Daoist, do you really think my Spirit Stones are easy to trick out of me? Hurry up and tell me, or you'll give me back the ten Spirit Stones you just got!"

Sitting at the back of the Flying Boat, Chen Nan looked stunned. Aren't playboys supposed to be lavish spenders, unconcerned with Spirit Stones? The Daoist also seemed overly focused on money.

Thinking of taking out the warmed Spirit Stones again, Daoist Cui looked pained, quickly saying: "Alright, stop shaking. I'll tell you, alright?"

"Although you face near-certain death, there is a glimmer of hope..." Seeing Deng Yunhe's murderous gaze, he quickly continued, "The glimmer of hope is that you'll meet a benefactor this time."

"So long as the benefactor appears, you'll turn misfortune into fortune, even benefiting from it."

Deng Yunhe immediately released the Daoist and turned to look at the other three, since they were in a squad and would probably be together on the battlefield.

Thus, his benefactor was likely among the squad.

However, the remaining three didn't seem to pay him any mind, with only Zheng Yunzhou at the ship's bow turning to speak to everyone: "Alright, stop messing around."

"No matter who you are, on the battlefield we must help each other, that's how we survive. I don't want to lose my life here."

No one refuted his words, because no one wanted to die.

But just then, Chen Nan suddenly looked up towards the front: "Someone's coming!"

The others were puzzled, as they were in the middle of nowhere. Where could people come from?

Soon they learned who was coming, for from afar, they saw the pure Demonic Qi emanating from those people.

They're Demon Cultivators!

"How did Demon Cultivators get here?" Deng Yunhe's face was full of shock.

Zheng Yunzhou flatly looked at Chen Nan, as only Chen Nan had perceived the presence of Demon Cultivators beforehand, his Divine Sense far surpassing everyone else's present.

The Envoy's face quickly turned ashen: "It's over. How did we get so unlucky, encountering Demon Cultivators?"

Chen Nan swiftly moved forward, coming directly beside the Envoy, grabbing his collar: "Speak, what do you know?"

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, causing the Envoy to shiver. He quickly said: "This is quite normal. Because of the battlefield's proximity, Demon Cultivators often come here to ambush our Righteous Alliance Cultivators."

"Of course, our Righteous Alliance also dispatches Cultivators to the Demon Cultivators' camp to retaliate."

Deng Yunhe immediately cried out: "Going to the enemy camp? How is that different from walking to our deaths?"