235: Chapter 235 Taking a Detour

In that instant, Xue Xingye felt as if his heart had been ruthlessly clenched by someone.

Within those icy eyes, there was no emotion at all, only the indifference of one who views all living beings as ants.

At that moment, any plans for revenge or schemes to stab someone in the back were completely cast to the winds; all that remained was a fear stemming from the depths of his soul!

He swallowed hard, his legs went weak, and he lowered his head almost instinctively, not daring to harbor any more malicious thoughts, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Seeing this, Song Yiqing finally withdrew his gaze with a sense of listlessness.

Subsequently, accompanied by a tremendous roaring sound, all the expedition teams began to advance into the forbidden area.

The initial leg of the journey remained the same as in the previous life, with everyone following the safe route carved out by the "Pathfinders Expedition Team" with blood and life; this was also the officially recognized path of survival.

The massive procession wound its way through jungles and wilderness, but as they penetrated deeper to a certain extent, the surrounding environment began to become increasingly dark and eerie.

For the sake of their respective goals and interests, the various teams began to gradually disperse, each going their own way.

The Flying Tiger Archaeology Team also prepared to cross a seemingly tranquil valley according to their original plan.

However, just as the team was about to step into the entrance of the valley, Song Yiqing, who had been walking at the very front, stopped without any warning.

He raised his hand horizontally before him, blocking the path of those behind him, his tone indifferent yet revealing an unquestionable resolution: "There is danger ahead; we cannot go."

Once these words were spoken, the team immediately came to a halt, and everyone looked ahead in confusion; the valley was bathed in bright sunshine, with birds singing and flowers fragrant—it didn't look dangerous in any way.

"Danger?" Just then, a middle-aged expert in the team named Kang Mo couldn't help but frown and questioned him.

He was the team's geographical exploration expert, and he had been using instruments to scan the area throughout the journey; seeing Song Yiqing's casual attitude, he began to lose his patience.

"Mr. Song, although you know Lightning Techniques, exploration and risk avoidance rely on scientific evidence."

"My instruments show that everything ahead is normal, and the magnetic field is very stable."

"On what grounds do you say there is danger ahead? How could there be any danger?"

Kang Mo's words also represented the inner thoughts of many people present; after all, we can't just abandon this shortest route because of one sentence from you, right?

All eyes instantly converged on Song Yiqing, waiting for his explanation.

However, Song Yiqing had no intention of explaining at all; he couldn't even be bothered to look at the instruments in Kang Mo's hands, only saying indifferently: "If you believe, then there is danger; if you don't, then there isn't."

This sentence was ambiguous to the extreme, sounding just like a charlatan trying to swindle people.

"You..." Kang Mo was choked into silence, his face turning red.

The people at the scene looked at each other, and the atmosphere became somewhat stiff for a moment; what kind of reason was that? Schrödinger's danger?

As the team leader, Fei Erfeng was furrowing his brows, lost in thought.

He took a deep look at Song Yiqing, his mind replaying the thunderbolt that had descended from the sky earlier; science? In the face of that thunder, science could no longer explain it.

There was a power in this young man that ordinary people could not comprehend; after a fierce internal struggle, Fei Erfeng ultimately chose to trust his intuition.

He took a deep breath, looked at Song Yiqing, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Song, in that case, how do you think we should proceed now?"

Song Yiqing swept his gaze across the depths of the seemingly tranquil valley, a trace of imperceptible coldness flashing in his eyes, then turned around, pointed to the rugged, thorn-covered path to the side, and spat out only two words: "Detour."