My lord, spare his life!

"This guy under your command is interesting. Not only did he assign you tasks, he also made arrangements for me." Wang Qi arrived as soon as he received the news. He was shirtless, barefoot, with his long hair casually draped behind his head. He was only covered by a pair of trousers rolled up to his knees, with mud dripping from the ends.

He held out his hand to Zhang Yang: "Give me something to eat."

Zhang Yang handed him a soft pancake.

As Wang Qi opened his mouth to take a bite, he complained with a piece of cake in his mouth about the poor treatment Zhang Yang gave him, indignantly saying, "Mountain Ghost, I've been running around doing chores for you, risking my life, and this is what you give your meritorious servant?"

Zhang Yang: "Take it or leave it, you've bitten me."

The bite force was so great that she suspected her knuckles were about to break.

Wang Qi quickly chewed two bites, ignoring the bland and dry bread, and forced it down. Zhang Yang flicked his finger in disgust, inexplicably thinking that Wang Qi must be a dog, and heard him sneer: "It's only because you've been cultivating your character lately that you haven't bitten me to death."

Being bossed around by the mountain spirit is one thing, but who does Xiao Sui even belong to?

To order him around as if it were perfectly natural?

Do you really think he has no temper?

He harbored deep resentment.

Zhang Yang remained silent, only dipping his hands into the rain to wash them—these past few days, let alone brushing their teeth and washing their faces, they hadn't even had time to eat or sleep properly. When the soldiers were tired, they could only find a place to shelter from the rain and doze off with their eyes closed.

It's easy to imagine that Wang Qi's attack was imbued with magical power.

She washed and washed again before she felt a little better.

A vivid look of disgust appeared on his usually expressionless face, his brow furrowed tightly: "If you can't control your mouth next time, I'll tie you up and shove your head into the giant cauldron of boiling broth."

Wang Qi was quite angry at her actions.

However, this time, surprisingly, no one drew their sword and attacked.

One reason he couldn't kill Zhang Yang was that he was extremely hungry; his limbs were so tired he had no strength left, and his stomach was growling loudly. Wang Qi ate the equivalent of what three or four adults would eat in a short time. The bread was so dry that he almost choked and his eyes rolled back in his head. It wasn't until a timid little child handed him some relatively clean water that he was able to catch his breath.

After finishing the drink, he stared at the bamboo tube in his hand, then looked at the child.

Wang Qi composed himself and handed the bamboo tube back.

"The cave entrance is very large, children shouldn't stay here." Before the child could react, a huge leopard head appeared on top of the child, carrying him into the cave. Wang Qirui commented on the child, "He's stupid, he can't speak and doesn't know what hot or cold is."

The child was surrounded by a strong yin energy, and his skin was pale with a bluish tinge.

It has a strong aura of a drowned ghost descending from the stars.

Zhang Yang sighed, "Nowadays, there is a lack of doctors and medicine."

When the soldiers pulled the child out of the water, he was lying face down. After being brought back, he was reunited with his parents. The parents were ordinary people, and seeing their child looking dazed and confused, they thought he had caught a cold.

Wang Qi looked bewildered: "She just died once, she's not sick, why would she need to see a doctor or get medicine? Just let her get some sun, the water in her body will drain out, and she'll be back to normal."

Drowned ghosts are one of the most common forms of malevolent spirits descended upon young children.

With parents busy with farm work, the older children in the family usually take care of the younger ones. If there are no older children, the younger ones are left to grow up freely and unchecked. In such situations, the probability of a child falling into water or a well and drowning is not low.

"In a way, this is a blessing in disguise. Drowned ghosts are better able to protect themselves in war than ordinary people, so let's turn this tragedy into a celebration. Drowned ghosts are naturally excellent swimmers, so they might be able to join the navy someday. If this child grows up, he might become one of your men."

Zhang Yang twitched the corner of his mouth.

This was the first time I realized how abhorrent the so-called "hellish jokes" were.

Wang Qi observed Zhang Yang out of the corner of his eye.

Are you unhappy?

Guan Si couldn't help but sneer.

The mocking laugh was brief and slight, yet it seemed to ignite the murderous intent that had been building up in Wang Qi's chest like a spark: "If you're unhappy, do something happy. Let's go kill someone together. Seeing blood will make you feel good."

The man who went to kill Sun Ban could kill the enemy, vent his anger, and please himself. Wasn't that a perfect three-birds-with-one-stone operation?

Zhang Yang: "..."

Sometimes she even wondered who the real NPC was.

Guan Zong led his troops down the river in wooden boats. When they landed on a remote riverbank, the soldiers who had arrived earlier came to meet them: "General Guan, this place has been scouted and there are no enemy soldiers patrolling or guarding it."

It's also difficult to maintain thorough patrols in this weather.

Guan Zong wiped the rain off his face and recognized the soldier who spoke: "How come you arrived even faster than me?"

"I swam over here."

"Floods? Did they swim here?"

"right."

"Have you found the place I told you to look for?"

"General, the moat's exit is located upstream along the riverbank. I am confident that I can infiltrate the moat and then enter the inner city."

Guan Zong focused intently on observing the soldiers' auras, recognizing that the enemy, Lie Xing Jiang Li, was a type of water ghost. He couldn't help but twitch his lips: "You're quite good at swimming. If you make a great contribution in this battle, I'll ask for a reward for you."

"This humble servant does not desire any reward. If my lord were to establish a navy someday, I would be grateful if the general would promote me." As a water spirit, I am naturally drawn to water and dislike land warfare. I feel parched all day long and have no motivation to fight.

When it rains, people immediately feel more energetic.

Guan Zong laughed and scolded him, then patted him on the back: "I'll remember that."

It was wishful thinking for over two hundred people to launch a surprise attack on a heavily guarded enemy granary, even though the men Xiao Sui assigned to Guan Zong were all highly skilled specialists. Guan Zong observed the water situation for a while: "Go and pull some reed pipes; we can't let you take all the risks."

There are also traps and ambushes hidden on both sides of the moat and underwater.

However, these things are like candlelight in the dark to water ghosts; they are easily spotted and avoided. Guan Zong and the others are not such good swimmers, but the floodwaters have washed away eight or nine-tenths of the traps, so if they are careful, they will not be discovered.

Because one of the city's primary purposes was to supply food, the builders, fearing flooding would affect the crop, focused on constructing a convenient underground drainage system, with underground rivers connecting to the moat. This ironically gave Guan Zong the opportunity to sneak into the city.

"This place is quite big, and the granary is hard to find." Guan Zong narrowed his eyes, a flash of inspiration coming to him. He beckoned to the water ghost and whispered a few words in his ear.

"General Guan, this is inappropriate!"

Guan Zong didn't give them a chance to argue, saying, "What's wrong with it? Fortune favors the bold. How can you achieve great things without taking some risks? If I don't make a scene, when will I ever find out where their granary is? Don't worry, I won't die."

Even the powerful Wang Ba couldn't do anything to him back then.

He's just weaker now, not weaker.

"In that case, General Guan, please change into my soft armor." To facilitate infiltration, Guan Zong and the others had already removed their heavy armor and were only wearing light cloth clothes. Only the water ghosts, relying on their good swimming skills, went directly into the water wearing their soft armor.

Guan Zong smiled and pushed the soft armor back.

"No need."

He took a deep breath, letting the damp air fill his lungs, which quickly calmed his mind. Accompanied by a faint yin energy writhing around his body, everyone could clearly hear the cracking sounds of his bones, and then see Guan Zong's limbs twisting strangely.

The burly figure projected on the wall began to shrink.

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I'm taking another day off today to go to the hospital for an IV drip (I don't know what I got infected with; my cough has been on and off for over a month and it seems to be getting worse).