Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

The old man stood at the doorway, gazing at the overwhelming rain outside, and sighed, "Oh, it's raining again."

The boys were all crammed into the dilapidated mud house, peering out through the drafty windows at the vast expanse of white outside.

Rainwater cascaded down the eaves, forming a dense, impenetrable curtain of water. The distant mountains disappeared completely in the rain, and the whole world seemed to consist only of this lonely mud-brick house and a dozen or so chicks huddled together for warmth inside.

Then, they all turned their heads and looked at Yun Shengsheng with an indescribably complex expression.

Especially Chu Xiao.

He was the one with the most questions before.

But now, a real downpour has begun.

This isn't prediction; this should be called precognition.

Yun Shengsheng ignored everyone's ulterior motives and, holding Gu Zilan, said directly, "The weather's bad, we can't do anything, let's go to sleep!"

After she finished speaking, she carried Gu Zilan directly into the next room.

Wu Xia touched her nose. "With such heavy rain, those people probably can't come. I'm going to rest too." She then went into the next room.

Pei Jinghao hesitated for a moment, then, holding Xia Mo, knocked on their door.

Yun Shengsheng's lazy voice rang out, "Who is it? Come in!"

Pei Jinghao carried Xia Mo inside: "Sister Shengsheng, Xia Mo is a girl, can she come with you?"

Yun Shengsheng sat up, looked at Xia Mo in his arms, and nodded.

"Put her over there in the corner of the kang (heated brick bed)."

Pei Jinghao was very grateful and quickly carried her over. After settling her in, he saw that Yun Shengsheng had already lay down and closed her eyes, and he was still coaxing Gu Zilan to sleep.

He pursed his lips, not wanting to disturb them, and left, closing the door behind him.

Chu Xiao leaned against the earthen wall, watching him come out, then looked at Yun Shengsheng through the window, before finally turning back to the other side of the house.

The boys didn't want to rest, but with the heavy rain, they had no choice but to stay inside.

Seven or eight people were crammed onto the earthen kang (heated brick bed), two or three people were standing under the eaves, and several others were standing on the ground.

They chatted idly for a while.

The old man also moved a small stool and sat at the door, watching the rain and occasionally turning back to say a few words to the teenagers.

He asked the group of children where they came from and where they were going.

The boys gave vague answers, and the old man didn't pursue the matter further.

The sound of rain, the old man's rambling, and the children's hushed conversation blended together, creating a strange sense of peace in the dilapidated mud house...

……

On the other side, at the Four Seas and Eight Directions Restaurant.

Yan Shijin held a note in his hand, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

The note was sent back by Wu Xia via carrier pigeon. It contained only a few words, but the amount of information was astonishing.

It turns out that Yun Shengsheng found all the wealthy young men who had disappeared near the Four Seas and Eight Directions Restaurant.

They were previously imprisoned in a secret cave in the back mountains of Xinyang County. They have now been rescued by Yun Shengsheng, but someone is hunting them down.

Yun Shengsheng then led them into the mountains.

They're heading in Yan Shijin's direction.

Yan Shijin placed the note on the table and tapped it lightly twice with her slender fingers.

He suddenly stood up, the hem of his robe sweeping across the chair leg.

"Morning".

"exist."

"Come on, I'll go with you to rescue them."

Mo Ning was taken aback, then his expression changed: "Master, the mountain road is difficult to travel. You have only recently recovered, so it's best not to go."

"I will take more men with me and make sure to bring Miss Yun and those people back safely."

Yan Shijin shook his head, his tone calm but every word leaving no room for negotiation: "No need for further words, let's go."

They rode off on fast horses.

Fortunately, the Sihai Bafang Restaurant was located at the intersection of three counties, with convenient access in all directions. Knowing that Yun Shengsheng and the others were detouring in this direction, Yan Shijin also headed towards them.

However, it took them a whole day and night just to travel on horseback.

Mo Ning kept stealing glances at Yan Shijin along the way, worried that he might not be able to handle it.

Although the master's health has improved a lot under the care of Elder Li and Yun Shengsheng, and he is no different from a normal person, he is still weak.

Is it possible for Master to travel for such a long time?

Yan Shijin seemed to see through his thoughts and glanced at him sideways.

Mo Ning coughed lightly and immediately dared not look again.

The following night, they received another message from Wu Xia.

Wu Xia and her group had already crossed the mountain and were moving towards the foot of the mountain, but the pursuers behind them were close behind.

After reading the note, Yan Shijin immediately dismounted.

"Abandon the horse and head into the mountains."

The group of more than twenty people abandoned the path and plunged into the vast mountains.

The mountain road was rugged and steep, too steep for horses to walk on; one had to rely on two legs.

Fortunately, these shadow guards were all top-notch, capable of traversing mountains and valleys as if walking on flat ground.

They encountered the first group of men in black less than an hour after entering the mountains.

There were about seven or eight people on the other side, squatting behind a bush, drinking water and resting. Their night clothes were soaked with sweat, and they looked exhausted from searching the mountains all night.

Upon seeing Yan Shijin and his group, the leader of the men in black stood up, sword in hand, and said fiercely, "Who are you? This road is blocked, take a detour!"

Yan Shijin narrowed his eyes.

He didn't even bother asking questions: "Kill them, leave no survivors."

The shadow guards obeyed the order, and after a swift flash of blades, all seven or eight men in black fell to the ground. The entire process took less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

The shadow guards skillfully dragged the body behind the bushes to hide it, covered the bloodstains with mud, and then continued on their way.

The environment in the mountains is becoming increasingly complex.

The primeval forest was so dense that the layer of decaying leaves underfoot felt like walking on cotton, and the canopy of trees overhead blocked out the sun, making the light as dim as dusk.

Various insects whose names I don't know rustled and crawled in the grass, and occasionally a snake would dangle down from a tree branch, flicking its red tongue and sizing up the group of uninvited guests.

However, they all carried snake and insect repellent kits, so no snakes or insects approached.

As for the direction, Yan Shijin's men included skilled scouts who were adept at scouting in the jungle, so the direction wouldn't be too far off.

After walking for another two hours, they encountered the second wave of Hei-clad men.

After quickly resolving the issue, we encountered a third wave shortly afterward.

The fourth wave.

The fifth wave.

Each wave was cleanly and efficiently dealt with by the Shadow Guards.

But the further they went, the more black-clad men they encountered, and the better equipped they were; they were clearly elite.

By the time they encountered what seemed like the umpteenth wave of people, there were more than thirty of them.

The two sides collided head-on on a rocky slope.

The leader of the men in black was a burly man with a thick beard who wielded a large, ghost-headed sword. His swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, and he held his own against Mo Ning for more than a dozen rounds.

The thirty-odd men in black were well-trained and formed a tight formation. Although the Shadow Guards were all highly skilled, they were outnumbered, and for a time, the battle was evenly matched...