Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

"Take stock of the casualties, bring all the captured people and items back to the main camp, detain them separately, and interrogate them carefully."

"Also, send a team out of the city immediately, fifty miles west, to search a place called 'Wild Fox Ridge.' Be quick, but discreet; that might be the rendezvous point for Yunshang and her remaining subordinates."

"Yes!" Lei Bao replied, then couldn't help but glance at the crackling fire emanating from the Dark Fragrance Pavilion.

"This fire..."

"Let it burn." Lin Feng turned around, no longer looking at the sea of ​​fire.

"It's good that it's burned clean."

Lin Feng returned to the camp and entered the interrogation room.

Harbala was still tied up there, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

The newly captured prisoners were dejected.

Lin Feng ignored them, walked to the table, and picked up the silk letter he had found at Ciyun Nunnery.

Anxianglou, Ciyun Nunnery, Huichuntang, blacksmith shop, mule and horse market... these places are like knots in a net.

Now, the knots have been cut, but the net weaver has not yet been caught.

Yunshang ran away, and Third Master Gu ran away.

But they can't run far, and they will never be willing to give up like that.

Wild Fox Ridge... Could it be the next trap? Or their real escape route?

"General," Han Tao said in a low voice as he walked in.

"Among the items found in the cellar of Huichuntang, there was a letter in Third Master Gu's handwriting. It was unfinished and looked like it was hastily hidden away."

Lin Feng took the letter; it contained only a few lines of text:

"...They have already become suspicious, and we cannot linger in the north wind. The goods can be abandoned, but the people must be protected. The journey westward is crucial to the overall plan and cannot be lost. I hope you will come to the 'old place' as soon as possible to discuss this, or things will change. Written by Third Master."

The usual spot?

Lin Feng placed the tattered letter and the silk letter side by side, his gaze shifting back and forth between "Wild Fox Ridge" and "Old Place".

"Han Tao," he suddenly said.

"Are there any other places in Shuofeng City that are both secluded and convenient for leaving the city, places they might call 'the old haunts'?"

Han Tao frowned in thought: "We haven't been operating in Shuofeng for long, so we don't know much about these nooks and crannies in the city..."

"General!" Yan Qing rushed in, looking travel-worn and excited.

"We got it! The hunchbacked beggar confessed that Master Gu sometimes goes to the dilapidated stage behind the 'Dragon King Temple' in the west of the city. It's been abandoned for a long time, and nobody goes there usually. Once, when the beggar was stealing something in the middle of the night, he bumped into Master Gu talking to a veiled woman there. That woman... was holding a pipa!"

Dragon King Temple! Dilapidated Stage!

Lin Feng suddenly stood up.

"Lei Bao, gather the men and head to the Dragon King Temple! Yan Qing, send men to Wild Fox Ridge as well! Han Tao, cover the rear!"

"yes!"

Meanwhile, fifty miles west of Shuofeng City, in a desolate mountain range, several figures were moving quickly through the twilight.

The person at the head of the group was slender and graceful, her face covered by a light veil, and she was holding a pipa in her arms.

The Dragon King Temple is located on the west side of Shuofeng City, near the foot of the old city wall.

The temple had long since fallen into disrepair.

The dilapidated stage behind it was so rotten that only a few pillars were supporting the roof, and the stage was covered with a thick layer of dust and dead leaves.

Lin Feng, along with Lei Bao and about thirty skilled men, stealthily made their way to the back of the temple.

"Spread out and surround them. Don't make a sound."

Lin Feng gave the order in a low voice, and then, with Lei Bao and two scouts, he crouched down and crept in through a gap in the collapsed wall on the side of the stage.

The stage was pitch black, with only a few rays of moonlight leaking through the cracks in the roof, barely enough to make out some outlines.

The stage was empty, with only a few rotten wooden planks and a few broken mats.

Lei Bao gestured, indicating that they should split up and search separately.

The four people split into two groups: Lin Feng and Lei Bao in one group, and two scouts in the other, and they began to approach the middle of the stage from both ends.

Lin Feng stepped lightly on the thick layer of dust.

Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see a relatively clean area in the center of the platform, as if people often sat or stood there.

He crouched down and reached out to touch the spot—the ash was thinner than the surrounding area, and there were some…indentations.

"General," Lei Bao whispered from the other side, "there's something here."

Lei Bao pulled out a palm-sized oilcloth package from under a half-rolled, tattered mat.

Lin Feng took it and opened it by the moonlight. Inside were several neatly folded sheets of paper and a small, black token that was neither gold nor iron, and felt cold and heavy to the touch.

The paper was covered with tiny, neatly written words; it was a letter.

Lin Feng glanced at it quickly, his heart pounding. This wasn't an ordinary letter; it was an account book!

There are also a few short but highly informative instructions:

"Goods A and B should be shipped via the usual channels. Goods C require expedited delivery to the 'old place' in the west; no delays are allowed. Things are tense lately; all locations are to conduct self-inspections, and any suspicious items should be discarded."

Finally, there was another line, the ink fresh and powerful: "The north wind cannot be allowed to linger. Burn the building and scatter the people, destroy all traces and sever all ties. In three days, we will gather at Wild Fox Ridge and then decide on our next move."

As expected, it's something from Master Gu!

This "old place" is probably not just one place.

Wild Fox Ridge is the meeting point, so where is the "old place to the west"? Flowing Sand Sea? Black Wind Fortress?

As Lin Feng was intently observing, his ears suddenly caught a very faint, almost muffled sound—the sound of footsteps treading on broken tiles! It was coming from the top of the stage!

"There's an ambush!" Lin Feng shouted in a low voice, and at the same time, he shoved Lei Bao to the side! He then rolled to the side himself!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, several dark beams shot down from the hole in the roof of the stage! They were crossbow bolts!

With tremendous force and a piercing shriek, the arrow was driven deep into the ground where they had just stood, its fletching still trembling!

"Up there!" Lei Bao roared, pulling out a short iron rod from behind his back, but the top of the stage was pitch black, and he couldn't see where anyone was at all.

Lin Feng had rolled behind a pillar, leaning against it, his gaze sweeping across the roof like lightning.

Under the moonlight, several dark figures could be vaguely seen lying on the roof tiles, their crossbows gleaming coldly.

"Scatter! Find cover!"

Lin Feng shouted, and at the same time, he raised his hand, sending a copper coin flying with a strong wind towards a dark figure on the roof!

"Clang!" A crisp sound rang out, as if something metal had been struck.

A muffled groan came from the roof, and a dark figure swayed but did not fall.

The other two scouts also reacted, rolling behind cover, drawing their bows and arrows, and returning fire at the rooftop.

However, the enemy was positioned on higher ground and had roof tiles to block the arrows, so most of the arrows missed their mark.

"Damn it, hiding his true colors!"

Enraged, Lei Bao grabbed a rotten wooden plank from the ground and hurled it at the roof!

"Crack!" The wooden plank smashed a tile, but the figure vanished in a flash.

"We're not going to kill us," Lin Feng said, leaning against a pillar, his voice cold.

"Is it an attempt to stall us, or... a test?"

Sure enough, the crossbow bolts on the roof stopped. A deathly silence fell. Only the howling wind could be heard.

"Friend, since you're here, show your face."

Lin Feng raised his voice and addressed the rooftop.

"Master Gu's things are with me. Your master doesn't want them anymore?"