Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1725 - 1714: The Confused Lost Soul

For Ning Fan, a boy swift as the wind, fifty kilometers was a mere piece of cake.Staring at the boundless desert, Ning Fan asked in a deep voice, "Alice, is this the place?"

"Uh... I don't think so."

Hearing this reply, Ning Fan nearly fainted.

Alice smiled awkwardly, "Wait a moment, let me think carefully."

Ning Fan softly said, "Don't rush, take your time."

"Mm!"

About ten minutes later, Alice, after racking her brains, pointed east, "I remember now. It's in this direction."

Ning Fan suspiciously asked, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, definitely, and certainly. There's no mistake this time."

Seeing Alice's firm assurance, Ning Fan chose to believe her.

Half an hour later, Alice said blankly, "How could this be? I thought I remembered correctly."

"Thought?"

Ning Fan felt like crying without tears, realizing he was too naive to rely on Alice, this ditzy girl, again and again.

"How about calling the Duke?"

"Alright."

Alice nodded dejectedly.

Today's luck seemed to be really bad.

The call couldn't get through. Both Andrew and William had returned to the ancient castle.

"What should we do now?"

Alice blinked her eyes, looking to Ning Fan for help.

"Do you know any characteristics of the entrance to the Demon Domain?"

"Not really, it's just a stretch of yellow sand."

Ning Fan asked suspiciously, "Nobody guards it? Aren't they afraid outsiders might accidentally enter?"

Alice shook her head, "No. Without a Hunter's badge, one will automatically pass through the barrier."

"This makes it a bit tricky."

At the moment, Ning Fan looked troubled, for the most abundant thing on the desert was sand,

with no reference points and no map, finding the entrance to the Demon Domain was like finding a needle in a haystack.

"We can't possibly search every kilometer of this area!"

Noticing Alice's guilty look, Ning Fan couldn't blame this dizzy little girl.

Ning Fan suggested, "How about we head back to the city for now, by tomorrow we'll have news."

Although William had left New York, Earl Mos was still communicating with Philip's organization, and results would be out by tomorrow at the latest.

"It seems that's the only option."

Alice nodded dejectedly, still puzzled, glancing around and unsure where she went wrong.

Just as they were about to leave, Ning Fan furrowed his brow, "Someone's coming."

A full minute passed before Alice exclaimed in surprise, "There's really someone!"

Ning Fan was utterly defeated by Alice.

The approaching figure was human, and according to the Blood Clan's sensitivity to humans, Alice should have noticed earlier than Ning Fan, yet in reality, her "delay" was high.

"Could that person be a hunter?"

"Let's go see and find out."

Following the direction of the footsteps, Ning Fan saw the newcomer.

A man in a black robe, the robe was large, covering all but his feet underneath.

"There should be weapons hidden under the black robe."

Looking at the slightly bulging robe, Ning Fan came to this conclusion and then shifted his gaze to the man's feet.

In Huaxia's martial arts, there's a Qinggong called Traceless Snow Step.

At this moment, this man could be referred to as executing the Traceless Sand Step.

During his rapid run, his feet barely left prints in the sand, showing impressive martial technique.

Alice curiously asked, "Could he be a hunter?"

Just then, the man halted his run, suspiciously scanning in their direction, as if he heard that question.

"What astonishing alertness."

Ning Fan was startled in his heart.

The distance between them was at least over five hundred meters,

although Alice hadn't deliberately lowered her voice, in the roaring sandstorm, her voice was nearly imperceptible.

Yet it was still detected by this ordinary man.

Indeed, an ordinary man, as at least Ning Fan didn't detect traces of magic power or True Qi on him.

The man extended his hands into the black robe, then drew two Cross Swords from behind.

"Come out!"

The hoarse voice overpowered the howling wind and sand, aiming towards Ning Fan's location.

"Has he noticed us?"

"Isn't it obvious!"

Ning Fan angrily replied, pulling Alice openly out from the sand dune.

The man watched Ning Fan warily and sternly asked, "Who are you people?"

Ning Fan calmly asked, "And who are you?"

"Hmph!"

The man snorted coldly, crossing the two Cross Swords into an X, and said in a deep voice, "Secret Technique, Thousand Killing Steps."

As the words fell, the man stepped repeatedly, sprinting towards Ning Fan.

Although the man attacked in a curve, Ning Fan felt an illusion that this speed was faster than running in a straight line.

About three meters from Ning Fan, the man suddenly leaped like an eagle, holding the two Cross Swords in an aligned position.

"Perfect opportunity."

Seeing Ning Fan still unmoving, a glint of joy flashed through the man's eyes, "Secret Technique, Void Breaking Slash!"

The man in mid-air suddenly vanished, and upon reappearing, held two slender Cross Swords.

One sword aimed at Ning Fan's chest, the other at his throat.

The man in the black robe had precise control over his strength, as the sword tips just touched the clothes, without causing any damage.

In a hoarse voice, the man asked, "Who are you people?"

Ning Fan did not answer this question, only said calmly, "You've saved your own life."

"What do you mean?"

As the man was puzzled, he felt a soft force, then his entire body started to fly.

Watching the young man and woman in front of him, a glimpse of astonishment flashed in the man's eyes before he expressionlessly climbed up from the sand.

Seeing the man just holding the swords defensively and not attacking actively, Ning Fan nodded silently, "As expected from a seasoned hunter, although his Cultivation is not remarkable, his insight and decisiveness far surpass others."

With such skills, appearing in this desert, Ning Fan couldn't think of another possibility aside from a hunter from the Exorcism Association.

"Ah..."

At this moment, Alice exclaimed, trembling as she pointed forward, "His face..."

When the man was shaken flying, his hat was knocked off, revealing a true face.

Through the wrinkles at the brow, one could roughly deduce he was middle-aged.

However, that face was appallingly resplendent with numerous gruesome scars.

The scars were densely packed, seemingly filling the entire face.

"Eh! Something seems off."

Ning Fan carefully studied the scars, discovering they seemed intentionally left, orderly and evenly arranged, with weapon lengths and sizes consistent, seemingly created by the same sharp instrument.

Realizing her impolite behavior, Alice quickly apologized, "Sorry, that was very rude of me."

The man's eyes flickered slightly, yet his expression remained unchanging, as his hoarse voice again asked, "Who are you, and why are you following me?"