Chapter 1605 Is Yang Ling Dead? !

August is the hottest time on Pfister, and it is also the dry season with little rain.

The average temperature during the day is above 40 degrees, but at night it drops to about 20 degrees. Even for ordinary people, nights are relatively comfortable, let alone practitioners.

Moreover, when you look up, the sky is full of stars, and it is rare that you can't see the starry sky.

The main reason why Lin Huang and his team stationed the Knife League's resident here is that this planet is the closest to the transfer point from the gravel world to the big world.

Lin Huang lay on the roof, silently looking at the strange starry sky above his head.

He quickly identified other planets in the nearby Demon Hunt Starfield, and also found the planet where a suspected teleportation point was located.

The teleportation planet is located in the same star system as Pfister Star, although it is only a dwarf planet, and it is far away from the star, so the reflected light is relatively weak. However, it is too close to the Pfister star and can still be observed by the naked eye.

Lin Huang had just found the planet that was suspected to be the teleportation point, and was about to check out his divine sense, when his communicator suddenly vibrated.

He clicked on the communication page, and it was a message from an unfamiliar number.

"Are you in the Demon Hunter Starfield now?"

Lin Huang was taken aback for a moment, and a thin figure appeared in his mind instantly.

"Yang Ling?!"

He likes to use an unfamiliar number to contact him, and he can directly lock his coordinates. The only person he can think of is Yang Ling, who is also a time traveler.

Just as he was about to reply to a message asking if the other party was Yang Ling, another message came.

This time it was another unknown number.

"Don't reply to me. The message just now was just to reconfirm your current location."

Almost at the same time, another unknown account sent a message.

"See you tomorrow morning, we'll talk when we meet. (Don't reply)"

After closing the communication page, Lin Huang frowned slightly.

It seemed that Yang Ling was in serious trouble, otherwise he wouldn't be so cautious.

He still clearly remembered that the last time Yang Ling sent a message was more than four months ago. At that time, I was in retreat, and it took almost two months before I saw the message from him. When I called back, the number was empty.

What made me even more concerned was that at that time Yang Ling only sent one sentence - "Help me take care of Hongzhuang..."

At that time, he even suspected that something had happened to Yang Ling.

Fortunately, more than four months later, I finally received another message from Yang Ling.

This made Lin Huang feel a little relieved. At least there was news, which proved that Yang Ling should be in a safe state for the time being.

"What's going on, we'll know when we meet tomorrow morning." Lin Huang muttered to himself.

Looking at the time, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

He flashed back to the bedroom, took a quick shower, and fell asleep.

In fact, with his current strength, his physical body is not stained with dust at all, and he doesn't need sleep.

It's just a matter of habit. When he is not practicing, he still maintains his original habits of eating, sleeping, and bathing.

Early the next morning, Lin Huang got up early.

After some washing, it was not yet six o'clock in the morning.

The reason why he got up so early was that on the one hand, he had an appointment with Yang Ling in the early morning, and on the other hand, he wanted to try the breakfast at a small shop.

The breakfast shop was so busy in the morning that Lin Huang didn't want to queue up, so he simply chose to get up early.

After washing up here, he swept his spiritual sense and found that the breakfast shop had just opened. With a flash, he appeared directly at the door of the breakfast shop.

After ordering two drawers of signature steamed buns and a bowl of clear porridge, Lin Huang sat down and waited patiently for the steamed buns to be served.

Less than two seconds after he sat down, a figure suddenly appeared.

Seeing the person coming, Lin Huang was completely stunned, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"Why are you? Where's Yang Ling?"

The person who came was red makeup!

Lin Huang looked up and down, and the red makeup was not the same as before, and the whole temperament changed drastically.

Not only was she no longer as enchanting as usual, she didn't even wear the red dress, but changed into a cyan dress, and there was a hint of worry between her brows.

"Yang Ling... is dead..." Hong Zhuang hesitated for a moment, but said it anyway.

"Yang Ling is dead?!" Lin Huang felt a little unbelievable, and squinted his eyes to look at Hong Zhuang, "Then who sent me the message in the early morning?"

"It's me." Hong Zhuang said, and three screenshots of messages popped up.

The screenshot showed that it was indeed sent from her.

"Then how did you locate my location?! My communicator is clearly off." Lin Huang questioned again. In his impression, only Yang Ling had this method. Even if your own communicator positioning is turned off, it's useless.

"Before he died, he transferred the golden finger to me." When Hong Zhuang said this, Lin Huang kept staring at her, but it didn't look like he was lying.

Lin Huang knew that Yang Ling and Hong Zhuang had a close relationship. But he didn't think that Yang Ling would easily tell Hong Zhuang about the traverser and Gold Finger. After all, he has been betrayed before, and it is very difficult to trust someone wholeheartedly.

But Hong Zhuang's statement made Lin Huang feel a little convinced.

Because in a mortal state, Yang Ling might make follow-up arrangements. In order to prevent predators from obtaining his golden finger, transferring the golden finger to others in advance sounds like something Yang Ling would do. And the recipient of this golden finger is Hongzhuang, which is completely logical, after all, the two are a close couple.

Although in theory, cheats can only be used by traversers. But Yang Ling's golden finger is not in a complete state after all, and with his own IQ and ability, it is not impossible to find a way to transfer the golden finger to Hong Zhuang.

"He asked me to come to you." Hong Zhuang didn't avoid Lin Huang's scrutiny at all. "He also said that in this world, the only time traveler he can trust is you."

Hearing these words, Lin Huang fell into deep thought.

These words sounded a bit nasty, but they did sound like what Yang Ling would say before he died, and it shouldn't be made up by Hong Zhuang.

"How did he die?" Lin Huang sorted out his thoughts and asked again.

"As soon as we arrived in the Great World, we were already being targeted by predators. Yang Ling's golden finger was just a wreck, and the person who robbed his golden finger could sense its approximate location. So in the past few years in the Great World, we have been on the run."

"About four and a half months ago, the person who plundered Yang Ling's golden finger took action himself. It was a main god who easily locked our hiding place... Yang Ling sensed that the layers of layout he had set up were easily deciphered, knowing that the other party was looking for He came to the door, so he transferred all the secret information in the golden finger and the brain to me, and then sent me out."

"So you didn't see Yang Ling die with your own eyes?" Lin Huang asked.

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I can be sure of it." Hong Zhuang patiently explained, "I can sense it on Gold Finger, and his remaining aura has been completely wiped out."

"You don't have to worry that the golden finger in my body will attract that main god. When Yang Ling transferred the golden finger into my body, he completely reset the golden finger. Although that reset made the golden finger lose a lot of power. Part of it has functions, but it also cut off the connection with the original golden finger. Otherwise, I would have been caught in the past four months."

"Let's find a place to talk about it in detail." Lin Huang glanced at the steamed buns, and asked the proprietress to pack them.

With breakfast in hand, Lin Huang brought Hong Zhuang back to the Daomeng station.