There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Following Yan Lingji's words, Jiang Mo couldn't help but tease her, and very cooperatively reached out his hand towards the raging fire rising in front of him.

Then he sensed the flames in front of him flicker slightly, avoiding his hand.

Burning at the stake was, of course, just a joke.

The intimidation was nothing but a pretense.

Yan Lingji's real purpose in creating this ball of flame was simply to help Jiang Mo dry his wet body, fearing that he would suffer even more from the cold.

It was precisely because Jiang Mo saw this that his smile widened even more.

Meanwhile, the spell patterns personally drawn on his body by Yan Lingji absorbed the heat from the flames, preventing him from being burned.

The heat also dried Jiang Mo's wet body.

Using the bright light provided by the flames, he looked closely at Yan Lingji standing in front of him. Perhaps it was because he had just gone through a life-or-death experience, but even though less than a day had passed, Jiang Mo saw a different charm in Yan Lingji.

Just as she had complained with her pouting lips, Yan Lingji's body was soaked in the river water after she fell on Jiang Mo.

Not only were her hair strands wet and stuck to her forehead, but her clothes also looked somewhat disheveled.

Fortunately, Yan Lingji has always preferred clothing with a red and black base tone; if it were light-colored clothing, it would probably be an image that would not pass censorship.

I don't know if it was because I was too worried before, or because I was affected by Jiang Mo's cold aura.

Yan Lingji's usually rosy cheeks were unusually pale at this moment.

Coupled with her slightly red and swollen eyes from crying, and her wet hair and clothes clinging to her body, this girl, who was usually proud and bright, appeared even more pitiful.

It makes you want to hold it in your arms and cherish it dearly...

This reminded Jiang Mo of the passionate embrace he had just received.

It's making it increasingly difficult to contain oneself.

Before he could put his budding ideas into practice, Jiang Mo was greeted with an extremely unrestrained and enthusiastic embrace, accompanied by thunderous footsteps that sounded like war drums.

Wushuang Gui rushed over excitedly, wanting to give Jiang Mo a congratulatory hug.

This guy was born with superhuman strength, and after refining the Chi You Hundred Battles Gu, he became even more incredibly tough.

The force with which this person rushed over and hugged them was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

To say that he could crush Jiang Mo into mincemeat would be an exaggeration, but to break more than a dozen bones in his body with a single hug would be an easy feat.

Jiang Mo was terrified and quickly pulled Yan Lingji away.

The peerless ghost, charging like a chariot, was clearly too excited by Jiang Mo's safe return. As a result, its momentum was out of control, and it couldn't stop for a moment, almost crashing into a nearby stilted bamboo house.

Wushuang Gui turned around awkwardly and embarrassedly, looking at Jiang Mo with innocent and aggrieved eyes, as if asking: Why can Big Sister hug me, but I can't?

"Stop fooling around. Wait until you can handle things with ease before you think about hugging someone else!"

"Before that, whatever you do, don't do what you just did!"

Seeing Wushuang Gui's gaze, Jiang Mo snapped at him, somewhat annoyed. Wushuang Gui scratched his head, his copper bell-like eyes gleaming with a clear light untouched by knowledge, clearly having completely misunderstood what Jiang Mo had just said.

"Pfft~"

Seeing this, Yan Lingji, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh. She clenched her small fist and gently punched Jiang Mo's chest, then giggled and said:

"How could he understand what you're saying? Just give him a hug."

At this point, Yan Lingji paused, glanced at Jiang Mo and then at Wushuang Gui, seemingly weighing something in her mind, before laughing even louder:

"Of course, if you can't reach it, you can always cling to Wushuang's leg~"

A vein throbbed on Jiang Mo's forehead as he looked at Yan Lingji, who was now slightly taller than him, and emphasized very seriously, "My growth spurt is still a long way off!"

"Okay, okay, you'll grow taller!"

Relying on her status as the leader, Yan Lingji raised her hand and pressed down on Jiang Mo's wet, tousled hair, scratching it haphazardly before finally withdrawing her delicate white hand with satisfaction.

"Xiao Mo, may I ask what your natal Gu is?"

Seeing that Yan Lingji's emotions had calmed down, Ming, who had been silently observing for a long time, stepped forward and asked a question.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji immediately suppressed her smile and became serious.

Even the peerless ghost curiously leaned down and peeked over.

Shrugging, Jiang Mo seemed oblivious to the change in the atmosphere around him, and calmly revealed his natal Gu.

A cocoon shrouded in the faint light of the fire.

Chapter 20 Don't Talk Nonsense

Gu, prevalent in the barbarian lands of Baiyue and Miao, is a completely different martial arts school from the various schools of thought in the Central Plains.

Among the Baiyue people, the art of Gu (poisoning) also has two major branches.

Firstly, it is a relatively traditional form of poison and venom technique, using venomous insects as a carrier of potent poison to develop various unique venomous insects that have not been recorded in the medical books of the Central Plains.

For example, the King of Poisons used a hundred snakes to refine poison.

The other faction is the sorcery and witchcraft school, which leans towards witchcraft.

It is closer to the realm of mysticism and the supernatural.

The natal Gu is even more important than the internal energy cultivation methods of Central Plains martial arts, and in some ways, it is even close to the acquired innate constitution.

Whether practicing witchcraft or poison, it must be based on one's natal Gu (a type of Gu).

The natal Gu chosen by Yan Lingji for Jiang Mo and Wushuang Gui were not only carefully considered based on their individual circumstances, but also belonged to the category of witchcraft.

Chi You's Hundred Battles Gu primarily affects the host.

It can make the holder of this Gu like the legendary ancient demon god Chi You, with a copper head and iron bones, and invulnerable to a hundred battles. Using it on Wushuang Gui is like adding wings to a tiger.

The Blazing Serpent Gu, on the other hand, would allow Jiang Mo to master the power to control flames.

Yan Lingji had her own selfish reasons for making this arrangement. She wanted to bring both of her underlings into the witch priest faction so that she could take better care of them on a daily basis.

After all, she's bound to become the next shaman in the village!

However, because Jiang Mo had not shown up for a long time, and then suddenly appeared to give her a surprise, Yan Lingji was so excited that she forgot about her natal Gu.

Hearing Ming ask a question, she regained her anticipation.

Having been delayed for so long that the entrance was even closed, and only then did they hurriedly return, then this kid Amo must have made a remarkable gain this time!

Subconsciously, such a thought popped into Yan Lingji's mind.

It must be said that such trust and judgment are quite blind.

Putting aside Jiang Mo's completely soaked and disheveled appearance, the fact that he returned from outside the village instead of taking the same route back should have suggested that something unexpected must have happened. Taking such a long detour must have wasted a lot of time.

So, how much time would be left to find and refine the natal Gu?

Ming realized this and couldn't help but ask. He thought that if Jiang Mo was having trouble finding his natal Gu, Yan Lingji should accept the truth under the witness of the High Priest.

To avoid being stubborn and refusing to accept it again, just like before.

It's heartbreaking.

As it turned out, it seemed to confirm Ming's worries. The natal Gu that Jiang Mo revealed with a flip of his hand was not the Blazing Flame Serpent that Yan Lingji had previously chosen for her.

It's not even any of the well-known natal Gu.

Or is it a worm cocoon?

Unconsciously, Yan Lingji opened her pink lips and stared in astonishment at the cocoon in Jiang Mo's hand, subconsciously thinking that this guy had just casually pulled something out to tease her again.

Unfortunately, the exceptionally talented Yan Ling Ji couldn't fool herself.

She could clearly feel that there was an invisible connection that linked the cocoon to Jiang Mo.

Just like the connection between the flame and her.

However, unlike Yan Lingji's innate talent, this connection with her natal Gu was achieved through a blood oath and the use of Baiyue secret techniques.

What they have in common is that once this connection is established, it can never be severed.

After staring silently at the cocoon in Jiang Mo's hand for a long time, Yan Lingji suddenly forced a smile and tried to comfort him by speaking up:

"Silkworm Gu, not bad either..."

"At least you won't have to participate in any more dangerous battles or hunts, so you can weave all my clothes from now on! Hahaha..."

Yan Lingji tried to hide her true feelings with a fake smile, but her laughter grew softer and softer involuntarily.

How could it possibly be good?

Even a fool could see that she was just putting on a brave face...

Well, it seems Wushuang Gui didn't realize that the big guy was staring at the cocoon in Jiang Mo's hand, grinning foolishly, as if he thought that anything Jiang Mo did would turn out well. If it was a Gu worm he didn't recognize, then it must be because Wushuang Gui was ignorant.

Yan Lingji suddenly couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Sometimes, being a little silly isn't so bad; at least you won't have so many worries in your heart.

It was precisely because Yan Lingji was familiar with all kinds of Gu insects that she recognized at a glance that Jiang Mo had a silkworm Gu, which is why she couldn't be as blindly optimistic as Wushuang Gui.

I couldn't laugh out loud.

Whether it's poisonous gu or witchcraft gu, they are actually closer to the various cultivation methods created by the Hundred Schools of Thought. There is also a type of gu worm that has absolutely no fighting power.

Purely weakling.

At most, it can only assist in production.

The silkworm gu is the most typical example. People who use it as their natal gu are more skilled in silkworm rearing and silk reeling than ordinary people.

If it were an ordinary Baiyue woman, she could establish herself in the village and live a simple life, which would be quite good.

That's not bad.

Given Jiang Mo's situation, Yan Lingji could easily imagine the mocking looks and the hurtful words the other villagers would utter.

Ah Mo has tried so hard, so why is this the result?

Yan Lingji bit her lip, trying her best to suppress the emotions surging in her heart, but tears still welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

"What silkworm gu? Don't talk nonsense with your eyes wide open."

Before the tears fell, Jiang Mo's somewhat annoyed voice rang out. There was no trace of frustration or dejection on his face; on the contrary, he seemed quite smug.