During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

"If you ask me, we shouldn't have done that!"

In a coffin shop, four people with different appearances—some alluring, some eerie, and some peculiar—gathered together.

These four people are none other than the Holy Maiden of Baiyue, Yan Lingji, the former leader of the Hidden Witches, the Corpse-Driving Demon, the Voodoo Elder, the King of Poisons, and the Peerless Ghost, a royal guard.

At this moment, the Corpse-Driving Demon was quite angry and lashed out at Yan Lingji, simply because the three of them had acted on their own without consulting him.

"Corpse-driving demon, that person only killed a few of your corpse puppets, and you're already this scared?"

Yan Lingji didn't pay much attention to the Corpse-Driving Demon's words. As she spoke, she lazily stretched her waist, raised her jade arms, and let her long black hair fall down with the movement, making her look relaxed and casual.

However, the Corpse-Driving Demon ignored this extremely alluring scene, simply scoffing, "You have no idea how terrifying that person is!"

That night, the Corpse-Driven Demon witnessed an inexplicable scene; the deep, enclosed underwater cave still haunts him with fear.

Was it a hallucination or a memory? If it was a hallucination, why did it feel so real?

If it's a memory, where exactly is that place, and is that person dead or alive now?

"Don't worry, with so many soldiers surrounding him, that guy is definitely dead." Yan Lingji said nonchalantly. It was her idea to change the date of the Baiyue people's gathering in advance and have that person lead the soldiers there.

The hood of the corpse-driving demon's cloak was pulled down, revealing a pale, handsome face. He stared at Yan Lingji without backing down and said:

"I just want to know, if that person didn't die, but instead provoked his frenzied revenge, whose responsibility would it be?"

Yan Lingji frowned slightly, and the surrounding temperature rose rapidly. She said unhappily, "What do you mean?"

The Corpse-Driving Demon replied, "I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to say that if this delays the opening of the royal tomb and prevents us from retrieving the royal treasure, is there any point in us sitting here?"

"Ha, you provoked that person first, and you have the nerve to say that? And you just let it go like that after he injured Wushuang Gui?"

Yan Lingji couldn't understand what was so scary about the Corpse-Driving Demon. Letting that guy die at the hands of the soldiers not only avenged Wushuang Gui, but also attracted the soldiers' attention, killing two birds with one stone.

"Because I fought him first, I know he's not someone to mess with. We should just avoid him; why bother?"

"Corpse-driving demon, you're getting more and more timid, afraid of this and that. No wonder you deserted back then." Yan Lingji shook her head as she looked at the corpse-driving demon.

"You..." The Corpse-Driving Demon's expression changed, and he pointed at Yan Lingji, about to say something.

At this moment, the King of Poisons quickly stood between the two and advised the Corpse-Driving Demon:

"Alright, alright, it's all for the sake of Baiyue, there's no need to make things so tense. Besides, that person is probably already dead at the hands of the government troops, it's not worth it."

The Corpse-Driving Demon glanced at the three people opposite him, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Sitting on the coffin, Wushuang Gui watched the departing Corpse-Driving Demon, scratched his head, wondering why the Corpse-Driving Demon was angry.

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at the same time.

In Jinyunfang.

Ling Ji is destined to have a sleepless night.

Today, Wang Ma said something very strange to her: "Ling Ji, from now on you should just be a dancer and stop having any inappropriate thoughts."

Yes, Wang Ma was also a Baiyue person, or rather, she had Baiyue blood; her mother was also a Baiyue woman.

However, Wang Ma had never met with other Baiyue people, and Ling Ji did not know that she was also a Baiyue person.

Ever since Li Ji moved into Jinyunfang, Wang Ma had been secretly watching the two of them. Ling Ji said that the man was her cousin, but how could cousins ​​live together? Wasn't that her lover?

Wang Ma Ling Ji and Li Ji's every move was told to Yan Ling Ji, which led to Li Ji being surrounded by government soldiers.

Ling Ji, of course, knew nothing of this. She hoped that Li Ji would return soon so that he could take her and her brother away from Korea after he finished his business.

But she waited from dawn till dusk, from full of anticipation to slowly growing disappointed, and never saw that person again.

She was afraid that something might have gone wrong, and she was also afraid that Li Ji would never come back.

If Li Ji breaks the agreement and leaves, where will she find him?

She was once the daughter of a shaman in a small Baiyue tribe. From a young age, she learned sacrificial dances, was knowledgeable about herbs, and knew how to pray for blessings.

On the day the Baiyue tribe was destroyed, the tribal altar was destroyed, and her father and brothers died protecting the altar. Only she and her younger brother were separated by the chaotic soldiers.

Later, it was sold to a dance hall, and the dance steps that were once used for sacrificial rites were forced to be changed into dance steps for entertainment.

Her only thought was of her separated younger brother, who was trapped in the suburbs performing hard labor, carrying stones, ramming earth, building walls, and lifting huge logs every day...

There was nothing she could do but dance a simple, ancient Baiyue dance that no one could understand under the eaves on every full moon day, hoping that the witch god would protect her brother's life.

Thinking of Baiyue's past and its current situation, Ling Ji tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Just then, by the faint moonlight, Ling Ji seemed to see a tall figure standing in the room.

How could there be someone here? Is she hallucinating?

Ling Ji looked closely and saw that the person was tall with long, black hair that reached his waist and was haphazardly draped over his shoulders. His hair was covered with mud and dark red scabs, and a few strands of wet hair covered most of his eyebrows and eyes.

What terrified Ling Ji even more was that the man's black clothes were covered in bloodstains as if he had been soaked in blood. Standing there, he didn't look like a living person, but rather like a demon that had crawled out of the blood!

Upon seeing the terrifying figure standing by the window, Ling Ji almost screamed in fright. Trembling, she asked, "Who are you... are you a human or a ghost?"

The tall figure slowly uttered a few words: "Do you think I should be a ghost?"

Upon hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Ling Ji was taken aback and replied, "You are... Li Ji?"

The tall figure was none other than Li Ji.

When he fought his way out of the encirclement, he was barely breathing, his internal organs felt like they were being torn apart, and he was covered in blood. Only a last shred of ruthlessness kept him from collapsing.

Before losing consciousness, he swallowed the ginseng root given to him by Lian Po and then fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by deep darkness.

He propped himself up and sat up, feeling that most of the excruciating pain in his body had dissipated. The wounds that had been deep enough to expose the bone had scabbed over and closed up, and the deathly coldness in his dantian was filled with a warm energy.

What shocked Li Ji even more was that when he raised his hand to gently touch the top of his head, he was surprised to find that his originally shoulder-length black hair had grown wildly in the short time he was unconscious, and had already fallen down to his waist, black and shiny like a waterfall.

Unexpectedly, the inconspicuous ginseng root given by Lian Po turned out to be a rare and miraculous substance that could defy the heavens, prolong life, and regenerate flesh and hair.

Li Ji felt conflicted. The two were originally adversaries, but he only agreed to the other party's request to retire out of respect and because of the other party's unfathomable strength.

Unexpectedly, Lian Po gave him such a generous gift before his death; the friendship between the two was so deep that he could not possibly accept such a rare item.

Then I thought of the bamboo sword that Lian Po gave to Ahe before he died, that useless bamboo sword.

Li Ji suddenly realized that Lian Po actually intended for him to take care of Ahe.

This is a request that cannot be refused; the other party has not even asked, so how can he refuse?

A bamboo sword and a ginseng root—who would have thought they had such a hidden connection? Li Ji thought to himself.

However, he has only completed one of the three tasks so far, and it is unknown whether he will live to complete the other two. He may have to disappoint Lian Po's request.