Meng Yiran carefully put on the pair of Brass Knuckles, feeling the cold touch of metal fitting against her skin. The fear in her heart seemed to be driven away a little by this tangible "weapon."
Ye Lingling silently tucked the Sachet Poison Gas Bomb close to her body. Deep in her cool eyes, that heavy despair was finally pried open by a faint yet real "way out."
"All right."
Seeing this, Lin Xia smiled as well, then once again took several sets of Soul Tool Armor from his Storage Soul Tool and handed them directly to the women.
"This is what will actually keep you safe. With this thing, as long as you don't want to die, you basically won't be able to!"
"This is Soul Tool Armor I developed myself. It's not something ordinary things can compare with!"
The women's eyes lit up at once when they saw the armored battle suits in their hands.
Zhu Zhuqing knew what this was, after all. She had stayed by Lin Xia's side all these years.
It was just that Zhu Zhuqing had not expected Lin Xia to take out something this important.
When Lin Xia saw the look in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, he smiled.
"All right, these are only worldly possessions. Don't take them too seriously!"
Since Lin Xia had already said that, Zhu Zhuqing did not continue saying anything more.
Half a month later, Lin Xia's group successfully arrived at a small town.
The town did not look large, but the moment they stepped inside, Ye Lingling and the others felt that the atmosphere around them was somewhat strange.
She could not say why, but she kept feeling that everyone around them carried a special kind of chill.
Lin Xia brought the women into a tavern in the town.