Lucky Farmer Girl: I rely on metaphysics to support my family

After examining the boy's left wrist, the War King nodded slightly and said, "That's right, he's the person we're looking for."

Tang Wan lowered her voice slightly and said, "He looks thin, but his pulse is unusually strong. Moreover, he has the scent of Yin Ning Flower and Crimson Blood Vine mixed together on his body. This long-term feeding is to allow him to accumulate power. If the ritual is successful, he will be able to unleash superhuman strength in a short period of time. He himself does not know pain or fear, like a battle puppet without pain."

The Southern Desert has prepared such a powerful weapon; I wonder how much damage it will cause to the capital.

The War King was silent for a moment, then asked, "How long did they give him the medicine?"

Tang Wan examined the boy's eyes and tongue more closely, and said in a low voice, "Judging from these signs, it's been at least two or three years."

The War King's expression darkened: "Can he be saved?"

Tang Wan did not answer directly, but instead took out a calming talisman and gently patted it on the boy's shoulder.

The talisman flashed slightly and disappeared into his body. The boy's empty eyes slowly closed, and his breathing became steady.

Tang Wan withdrew her hand, remained silent for a while, and then said, "It's difficult. The medicine has penetrated deep into the bone marrow and cannot be removed overnight, but we can try."

The War King understood what Tang Wan meant and nodded slightly, saying, "Then take him back first. We can't let him fall into the hands of the Southern Desert."

Tang Wan naturally had no objections. Upon hearing this, Zhan Er instructed someone to carry the boy on their back, and the group carefully returned the way they came.

Just as they were about to reach the west wall from which they had entered, a sudden commotion of shouts and the sound of clashing weapons came from the southeast of the village.

Zhan Wang stopped in his tracks, listened for a moment, and then said to Zhan Er behind him: "Pass down the order to send another thirty men to the southeast to provide support. We must finish this quickly and decisively, and not let it drag on until dawn. Also, send another team to guard the outer exits of the manor, and do not let anyone escape."

Zhan Er accepted the order, turned around and instructed the squad leaders behind him to guard the various entrances and exits, while he led his men to provide support.

The War King then turned to Tang Wan and said, "Let's go, we won't wait for them."

Without hesitation, Tang Wan followed the War King quickly toward the west wall, with the bodyguard carrying the boy following behind them.

When they arrived at Xiqiang, the place they had come from, the soldiers waiting outside the wall had already set up makeshift ropes.

The War King ignored the rope and said to Tang Wan, "I'll take you out."

Since we've already been discovered and need to evacuate as soon as possible, let's not waste any more time and avoid any accidents.

Tang Wan had no objection and nodded slightly.

The War King stepped forward, gently put his arm around Tang Wan's waist, and asked in a low voice, "Are you ready?"

Tang Wan stiffened slightly. Although she was mentally prepared, she still felt uncomfortable with the War King's somewhat intimate actions. Hearing the War King ask her this, she quickly suppressed her discomfort and replied, "I'm ready."

Upon hearing this, the War King gathered his energy and leaped forward. He touched the wall with his right foot and swept Tang Wan over the top of the wall. He then quickly dissipated his momentum and stood still in the shadows outside the wall.

With this rise and fall, Tang Wan's heart, which had just been racing, settled back down.

At this moment, the guard carrying the boy on his back and another guard landed silently. If they hadn't landed not far from Tang Wan, she probably wouldn't have noticed them at all. Guards are indeed guards; they can land so quietly with people, and they seem to move much more lightly than the other guards.

The War King quickly scanned the surroundings, and after confirming that it was safe, he whispered to the soldiers waiting outside the wall, "Surround them and protect them. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible."

The soldiers immediately folded up their formation, protecting the guards and the boy in the middle, with their backs to the outside and their blades pointing outwards, forming a tight protective circle.

The bodyguard naturally didn't leave either; his direct instruction was to carry the boy on his back and protect his safety.

Those who had climbed over the wall landed one after another, but most of the troops remained inside. Just as the War King was about to ask a question, the Second War appeared beside him and whispered, "Your Highness, there's a formidable opponent in the manor. In that courtyard in the southeast corner, there's a man in gray robes. Our brothers have been besieging him for a quarter of an hour, but we haven't been able to take him down. That man might know some magic; he injured several of our brothers, and we can't even get close."

The War King frowned: "You know magic?"

Zhan Er added, "Their exact origins are unknown, but several of our brothers are already injured. If this drags on any longer, something bad might happen."

Without hesitation, the War King turned to Tang Wan and said, "Come with me to take another look."

Since they possess magical abilities, ordinary people would not only find it difficult to deal with them, but would also risk wasting their time.

Upon hearing what the War King said, Tang Wan quickly replied, "Okay."

Upon receiving Tang Wan's response, the War King reached out and embraced her waist, then leaped back inside the wall.

After his feet touched the ground, the War King released Tang Wan and asked in a low voice, "Is it alright if you follow along?"

He was afraid that her legs would get weak from climbing over the wall so many times.

Tang Wan said softly, "No problem, let's go!"

Practice makes perfect. After being carried along once, I was much calmer the second time.

Tang Wan followed Zhan Wang and Zhan Er, along with several guards, and sneaked towards the southeast of the manor.

Tang Wan and her group did not rush to approach the courtyard in the southeast corner.

They observed the situation inside the courtyard from an old locust tree outside the courtyard wall.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and several soldiers lay on the ground. Some were being dragged to the wall by their comrades to be bandaged, while others were curled up in a corner, motionless, whether unconscious or injured, it was unclear.

The remaining people were surrounding one person, holding knives, but they dared not step forward.

The man stood in the center of the courtyard. He was tall and thin, wearing a dark gray robe with the hood pulled low so that his face was not visible. His hands hung at his sides as he stood quietly and motionless.

But every ten or so breaths, his fingertips would twitch slightly, the movement almost imperceptible, and then a green light would fly out from between his fingers, shooting towards the soldier's arm or shoulder.

The green light was extremely fast. The person who was hit groaned, and then their arm or shoulder quickly stiffened, and they couldn't hold the knife anymore.

Only a few of the guards were able to dodge the green light emitted by that person.

Tang Wan's gaze was fixed on the green rays he emitted.

Tang Wan realized that the green light was neither a talisman nor a mystical technique; it might be a hidden weapon, perhaps a poisoned needle, or even a bone fragment.

Those struck are first paralyzed, then lose their fighting ability. This could be due to some kind of paralyzing drug, or it could be a curse from the Black Witch Clan.

The War King lowered his voice beside her: "Can you see what he's holding?"

"It might be a needle or a bone fragment, but it's been tampered with," Tang Wan replied.

Tang Wan let out a breath and continued, "That person used magic to activate it; ordinary hidden weapons wouldn't travel that far or be that accurate. This person's technique is highly skilled; he's a master."

No wonder those people in the cave were so easily captured; the person presiding over the ceremony wasn't even in that cave. This person is probably the real master of the Black Witch Clan. (End of Chapter)