At the sight of Tian Dayong, the last man froze too, a rare hint of evasiveness in his eyes. "Old Tian!"
They actually knew each other.
Tian Dayong's expression darkened. "What exactly did you come here for?"
The middle-aged man named Shang Fei fell silent for several dozen seconds, then gave a self-mocking smile. "Oh, just my rotten luck. Fine, I'll tell you. These three came over from Russia, and the two of us were responsible for meeting them. They said they were a branch of the Bai family, and that their ancestors buried treasure in this uninhabited region. But after wandering around for all these days, we haven't found a damn thing."
Watching the two converse, Lian Youming turned and walked over to the thin man whose right leg he had broken with a punch.
The man still had a breath left in him, but blood had backed up into his lungs. He was beyond saving.
Lian Youming jabbed his foot into the man's throat, giving him a quick end.
Looking at their ragged clothes, he thought for a moment, then bent down and searched the man. Unfortunately, he found nothing at all-not a single useful item.
That was strange.
If they really had come to hunt for treasure, surely they should have had a map.
Besides, how many years had passed? Even if the landscape had not changed beyond recognition, things must have changed. Trying to find something in this Sea of Death by memory alone was undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Lian Youming searched another corpse, but again found nothing.
Then his gaze abruptly shifted to the fat man whose heart had been pierced by a sword.
But searching him yielded the same result.
"Kid, those three were wary of us too. Usually,