Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1471 - 1464: Nearly Exposed

Chapter 1471: Chapter 1464: Nearly Exposed

"Really, will you come back?" Balan asked with anticipation.

"Yes, as long as there’s a chance, we will definitely come back," Cheng Ziang nodded affirmatively.

He was so confident because Aximiya Island indeed had great value for exploration. Even if he returned to the Western Continent one day, he could revisit by fleet. After all, sailing routes were much safer than waterways.

After some polite conversation, Balan left the room with the plate. Cheng Ziang and his companions quickly cleaned up and put their masks back on before descending to the lower floor.

At this moment, Zisu was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, chatting with an old man across the hearth. When she saw the three coming down, she waved at them and then spoke with a slightly regretful tone, "I didn’t expect it to rain on our second day here. It looks like we’ll have to delay a few days, and if it keeps raining, we might have to travel in the rain."

"When will this rain stop?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"I’m not sure, but it often rains here. I’ve been to the island several times, and almost every time I ended up getting wet," Zisu shook her head.

"That’s pretty miserable. So we have to travel in the rain?" Cheng Ziang shrugged his shoulders.

"It’s hard to say, perhaps it will clear up in a few days." Zisu said this but couldn’t help sighing as she glanced at the door.

Then, she turned her gaze towards Cheng Ziang with a meaningful tone, "Speaking of which, you and Miss Balan seemed to have had a pleasant chat."

"Eh, we have a language barrier, how could we chat." Cheng Ziang was taken aback and quickly scratched his head while playing it off.

"Oh, is that so?" Zisu tilted her head looking at him.

"Uh, mainly it’s... Baiyue, Yue’er, she’s very good at learning languages. It’s thanks to her awkward translations that we were able to talk a bit with that girl called Balan," Cheng Ziang pointed at Baiyue.

Hearing his words, Baiyue glared at him fiercely and ignored him.

Cheng Ziang deftly shifted the topic to Baiyue, because it was very unlikely that Zisu would go and confirm it with Baiyue.

Firstly, Baiyue’s reason for coming wasn’t to protect Zisu, so she wouldn’t follow Zisu’s arrangements. The real protectors of Zisu were actually Cheng Ziang and Feng.

Secondly, it was because of the good relationship between Zisu and Luo’er, which had led to Baiyue not liking her much. Zisu was aware of this, so she hadn’t interacted much with Tangmo and Baiyue.

In fact, Zisu’s relationship with the Advance Team wasn’t as good as everyone thought. In the Advance Team, she was closest to Luo’er, followed by Cheng Ziang. To her, the others were just acquaintances.

For a powerful Royal Dao expert like Feng, if there were no orders from Luo’er or Cheng Ziang, Zisu couldn’t expect to convince her to help, no matter how much she talked.

"Is that so, hehe..." Hearing Cheng Ziang deflect the topic to Baiyue, Zisu naturally had no way of pursuing it any further and could only force a smile.

"Dear guests, on behalf of all the villagers, I extend the most sincere gratitude for what happened yesterday," the old man said slowly as he rose from the cushion and bowed respectfully to the three.

"Eh, no..." Cheng Ziang was about to speak but suddenly realized something, so he immediately shut his mouth and looked at Zisu with a puzzled face, asking, "Is he..."

"The elder is thanking you for yesterday’s matter," Zisu replied calmly.

"Oh, no need to be so polite, it’s what we should have done," Cheng Ziang said as he waved his hand.

Hearing his words, Zisu took another look at him, then turned her head and translated Cheng Ziang’s words to the elder without omission.

"No matter what, as guests who have come from afar, you’ve helped us; it is only right that we also help you. We do not wish to owe anyone anything, so please feel free to make your requests," the elder continued to speak.

Cheng Ziang did not immediately respond, instead, he waited for Zisu’s translation before replying.

After listening to Zisu’s translation, Cheng Ziang scratched his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he said: "Actually, it’s nothing. I’m not being modest; I just did some trivial things, that’s all."

After Zisu translated his words to the elder, she turned to Cheng Ziang and said, "The people of the Ghost Race value loyalty. You helped them, so naturally, they also want to repay you. Constant modesty is futile, just say what you need, and they will try their best to accommodate you."

"Is that so..." Cheng Ziang turned to glance at Baiyue, then turned back, somewhat sheepishly saying, "Actually, we are quite interested in the mask culture of the Ghost Race. That is to say, if possible, we would like them to help us customize some masks to take back and give to other team members."

Although he had made the same request to Balan before, Cheng Ziang felt that if the elder could get involved, their request might be fulfilled more promptly.

"Custom masks, is that all?" Unexpectedly, Zisu was not surprised by such a response.

"Is that all?" Cheng Ziang asked, scratching his head.

"Actually, many people come to the island for the masks, and quite a few hope the Ghost Race can help them customize masks as well, including myself," Zisu explained with a smile.

"Ah, so this is normal? I thought I was making a somewhat excessive request." Cheng Ziang said with an embarrassed smile.

Zisu nodded and then turned to convey Cheng Ziang’s request to the elder. After listening, the elder nodded and said, "If that is the guests’ request, then we will do our best to accommodate. You helped our people, and we will use the finest materials to craft new masks for you."

Cheng Ziang squinted without immediately making a statement. After Zisu faithfully translated, he then expressed his gratitude, saying, "Please thank the elder for me."

"I will. Make yourselves at home; anyway, we won’t be able to leave today," Zisu nodded and continued chatting with the elder.

Cheng Ziang did not disturb them at the hearth but went to the doorway of the platform on the first floor of the building, looking out at the slightly lessened rain and couldn’t help but ask, "Do we have any rain gear if we want to go out now?"

"There are rain capes at the door. Just throw one on if you want to go out," Zisu pointed to the doorway.

"Thank you," said Cheng Ziang with a nod.

As Baiyue was about to go out for inspiration, the three of them headed to the entrance and put on rain capes. The rain capes consisted of a straw coat and a bamboo hat, the outer part of the coat was made of palm leaves, and the inside was made of palm fibers. The bamboo hat was woven from rattan and covered on the outside with oiled felt, offering excellent protection from the rain.

The three wore the bamboo hats, tucked their knives into their waists, and then braved the heavy rain, descending the stone steps to the muddy ground. Although the rain had lessened a bit compared to before, visibility was still quite low.

The three saw that the heavy rain did not affect the daily lives of the Ghost Race; they wore their rain capes, going about their business nonchalantly as if the downpour was of no consequence.

Walking in the drenched village, the three witnessed an interesting scene. The villagers of the Ghost Race donned their rain coats and bamboo hats along with their masks. Logically, it should have been difficult to recognize who was who.

Yet, as they walked through the village, the three found that the villagers greeted each other warmly, appearing undisturbed by the disguises, still able to identify one another.

Especially when seeing the three figures wrapped up tightly, villagers revealed looks of respect; this discovery was indeed astounding to the trio.

The village had also lost some people in last night’s fight, so the masks everyone wore seemed quite solemn, whether it was men’s ghostly masks or women’s animal masks, all conveyed a dignified sentiment.

In the central grass hut of the village, the High Shaman was conducting a ritual for the deceased villagers. On the grass mats within the hut lay several bodies, covered with burlap.

The families of the deceased surrounded the hut, their heads hung motionless. They were not allowed to enter to avoid the rain, instead standing outside, soaked by the downpour. Besides the High Shaman in the grass hut, there were several girls assisting, presumably the same spirit mediums the three had seen the night before.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.