The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Chapter 2066: 101st Student (3)

Translator : Raz P., White Sk

Shen Yanxiao was shaken inside.

“There’s the smell of Satan on the body of the Ancestor of the Undead, but…” Taotie paused and tried hard to think for a moment before saying, “The smell is very faint, very faint. He ought to have not picked it up recently.”

After hearing this, Shen Yanxiao’s tense nerves relaxed a little.

The contact between the Ancestor of the Undead and Satan still was not terrible. The terrible thing was that if Satan were still here right now, Shen Yanxiao would have to directly beat the drums to let the troops withdraw[1].

How could her silver tongue compete with the tyrannical power of the Devil God, Satan?

“Can you tell the approximate time?” Shen Yanxiao asked quietly through their spiritual link.

“Satan’s devil energy is so strong. For it to have weakened to this extent, it should have been at least ten days ago.” The period that Taotie reported was still within the range Shen Yanxiao could accept.

Ten days.

This suggested that the Ancestor of the Undead did not contact Satan again for at least ten days, which was likely to indicate that Satan had already left the Howling Abyss.

Of course, this was just a beautiful guess. In the face of such a difficult opponent like Satan, Shen Yanxiao had to be cautious than ever.

“See if you can detect the same smell on Mingye, Sal or Kehr.” Shen Yanxiao must make sure that it was absolutely safe. If she were even a little careless, she was not the only one who would be unlucky.

Once she was caught in a crisis, it would be a sign that Xiu was likely to sacrifice himself to save her.

Since this also concerned Xiu, Shen Yanxiao had to be extra careful.

Taotie sensed them one by one and didn’t catch Satan’s smell on Sal nor Kehr.

But in Mingye, he noticed something.

“Mingye also has the smell of Satan, but it’s lighter than the Ancestor of the Undead.”

Shen Yanxiao breathed a sigh of relief; at least now the news was still good.

The arrival of the Ancestor of the Undead made the Flaming Red Squad very excited. They put in extra effort to restrain their inner excitement and carefully performed their every movement almost perfectly.

It was a pity, however, that from when the Ancestor of the Undead emerged to when he took a seat, his eyes did not move to any of the undead present at all.

He didn’t even speak a word and just directly sat down on his throne. Then, the attendants on his side quickly but graciously served various dishes.

A sumptuous feast was soon put in front of them.

For the undead, who didn’t have a keen sense of taste, food had little appeal.

The Flaming Red Squad strived to maintain their perfect conduct. After the arrival of the Ancestor of the Undead, Sal and Kehr also curbed their meaningful glances and gestures slightly. Each and every one of them sat upright, staring at the plate in front of them without looking sideways.

Mingye was as tight as a bowstring that would break at any moment.

The most relaxed was Shen Yanxiao.

She was merely watching and observing every movement of the Ancestor of the Undead; she did not care at all what the Ancestor thought of her.

A meal, a tasteless meal; everyone present had their own thoughts, yet everyone’s thoughts and visions were affected by the Ancestor of the Undead.

When the delicious foods above the table were all eaten with great difficulty, the hall fell into a dead silence, making everyone feel as though they were sitting on pins and needles.

The Ancestor of the Undead still had not opened his mouth, and nobody had the courage to speak the first word. Everyone was waiting for their supreme ruler to open his mouth first.

The Ancestor of the Undead drank down the last bowl of meat soup, gracefully picked up the white silk and wiped the lower corners of his mouth. Finally, he raised his head and looked at the undead sitting at the table.

[1] the idiom in this context means she would have to retreat—as per her promise with Xiu.