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

The priest raised his hand and touched Yan Lingji's soft hair, giving her a doting smile before turning and walking away to the other side.

The village chief was standing there quietly.

He seemed to be drawn to what was happening here, watching from afar until the priest approached before calmly turning his gaze away.

"Another child has returned safely; the results of this year's trials are truly excellent."

The village chief calmly discussed the results of the Hundred Poisons Trial with the shaman, then casually inquired about Jiang Mo's specific situation:

"Oh, by the way, what is that kid's natal Gu?"

"Why were you still soaking wet when you came back from outside? Could it be that you were swept away while catching the Gu worms in the water?"

"Just an unhatched Spirit Butterfly Gu."

Without revealing the name of the "Breaking Out of the Cocoon and Transforming into Feathers" Gu, the shaman casually picked out a Gu worm with similar characteristics to fool the village chief, his face showing an attitude of complete indifference:

“They talk about it every year, and it happens every year. Who knows what’s going on with these lost little guys?”

"Isn't there a saying in the Central Plains, 'A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise'? Perhaps it was precisely because we got lost that we were fortunate enough to find the Spirit Transformation Butterfly Gu."

The village chief smiled, deliberately emphasizing the words "Blood-Transforming Butterfly Gu":

"To have gained the favor of Your Excellency the Priest is truly an incredible stroke of good fortune! Even I, an old man, can't help but feel a little envious."

Without denying that she valued Jiang Mo, the witch priest simply smiled and brought up another matter:

"Not at all, not at all. Isn't the natal Gu that your son obtained, Village Chief, quite rare too? The Profound Yin Corpse Gu, tsk tsk, the ferocity of this Gu is also renowned!"

The shaman spoke with a serious expression, his tone clearly carrying a sense of flattery.

However, the content of the words made the village chief's face stiffen. Even with his composure, he almost couldn't help but turn and leave.

The Xuan Yin Corpse Gu, which reverses Yin and Yang, is indeed renowned.

However, the village chief's family was after the Blazing Serpent, attempting to use this Gu to interfere with totem worship and shake the status of the shamanic faction in the village.

What they got was the completely unrelated Xuan Yin Corpse Gu.

If fire can bring warmth and light, then the Xuan Yin Corpse Gu can only bring fear and disaster, causing ordinary people to fear and criticize it.

Even now, trouble has already begun.

The Xuan Yin Corpse Gu is extremely malevolent. When refining it, a complete corpse is required as a buffer to prevent the Gu from backfiring and being corroded by Yin energy, resulting in corpse transformation and mutation.

But the Hundred Gu Cave only opens once a year, so how could there be any intact corpses inside?

As a result, Xiao went in surrounded by his four henchmen, but in the end he was the only one who returned dejected, having also refined the Xuan Yin Corpse Gu...

How to quell this turmoil has already given the village chief a major headache.

Meanwhile, the seemingly all-knowing shaman was still sitting there making sarcastic remarks and waiting to watch the show, which made the village chief's heart burn with anger.

That brat of mine is really good for nothing and good for making things worse!

"What?! How dare they lay a hand on you like that? I think that brat Xiao is really asking for trouble! Ah Mo, you wait here, I'll come over and bring that kid's head over as a snack!"

On the other side, Yan Lingji was also shouting and denouncing Xiao's actions.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she began to sway uncontrollably as soon as she stood up, her eyes filled with a hazy, intoxicated look.

It's obvious they've been indulging in too much drinking.

Yan Lingji is a remarkably audacious person, daring to venture alone into the Han King's palace and even challenge Wei Zhuang's sword. This is largely due to her childhood experiences as a troublemaker in the village.

Relying on her slight intoxication, Yan Lingji was about to push open the door and go out to seek revenge.

Jiang Mo was so frightened that he had to quickly reach out to stop him:

"Forget it, there will be plenty of time to settle things with him later. The Hundred Poison Trial has just ended, let's not create any unnecessary trouble."

Jiang Mo doesn't like to hold grudges overnight, but he's not so reckless as to resort to violence.

If Jiang Mo fails to find a suitable natal Gu due to Xiao's interference in the Hundred Gu Trial, he will definitely not let it go and will demand some compensation.

But now that he has obtained the Broken Cocoon and Feathered Gu, he will definitely choose to make a fortune in silence.

Given the astonishing potential shown by this Gu, as long as it develops stealthily, that brat Xiao will not be a threat in the future.

There's no need to risk going to their door now.

Moreover, there are the four lives lost by Xiao Xiao and the Blazing Serpent. If we really investigate carefully, we might end up being falsely accused and made to take the blame for Xiao.

It is better for the enemy not to move and for us not to move.

In any case, it was Xiao who suffered huge losses, while Jiang Mo's gains from this trip far exceeded expectations.

"Amo, you're just too soft-hearted~ Someone like you will definitely get bullied outside. What would you do without your senior sister~"

Seemingly quite displeased with Jiang Mo's obstruction, Yan Lingji grabbed his face and rubbed and squeezed it.

The three of them casually found a clearing in the woods and brought out the delicious food and wine they had prepared to celebrate the successful completion of the Hundred Poison Trial. Yan Lingji, of course, had already eaten her fill.

They then came over, laughing and joking, and smeared oil and saliva all over Jiang Mo's face.

"Yes, yes, I owe everything I am today to your care, Senior Sister. Don't move, let me wipe your face..."

Jiang Mo echoed Yan Lingji's words and took out a handkerchief to wipe her face.

If he were alone, Jiang Mo didn't actually have the habit of carrying a handkerchief; if there was oil on his mouth, he would just wipe it off with his hand.

But who can blame him when he has the lively and energetic Yan Ling Ji by his side?

This little girl was incredibly lively, always jumping around, and she didn't have the habit of carrying a handkerchief with her. She always covered herself up like a little kitten, which Jiang Mo couldn't stand.

It's really a strange psychology to think about.

Jiang Mo wouldn't care how slovenly he was, but when he saw something on Yan Lingji's fair face, he always wanted to clean it up as soon as possible.

Over time, this became a habit.

"Senior sister, hehe, senior sister..."

Obediently letting Jiang Mo wipe her face with a handkerchief, Yan Lingji seemed to be thinking about something, muttering about her newly acquired identity, and chuckling foolishly.

After laughing, he reached out to touch the bamboo tube next to him.

"Hey, hey, stop drinking! If you drink any more, you'll throw up in the middle of the night! Then I'll have to be dragged over by Sister Ming and made to sweep the floor for you in the middle of the night."

Jiang Mo, with his sharp eyes, quickly snatched the bamboo tube and held it above his head.

The bamboo tube contained fruit wine that Jiang Mo had haphazardly brewed himself in the autumn. It wasn't anything special; he was just trying to have more skills and experimenting a bit.

I never expected that Yan Lingji would dig it up before.

Fruit wine, with its sweet and sour taste like a beverage, was naturally irresistible to Yan Lingji, the little glutton. Then Jiang Mo was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by Ming, who had a dark expression, and spent a night he would rather forget.

Even though today was a day to celebrate, Jiang Mo didn't dare let Yan Lingji drink too much.

This guy's drinking manners are really terrible.

"Huh? I'm your senior sister, you should listen to me! How dare you take my things? Give them to me, give them to me!"

Having already gotten a little tipsy, Yan Lingji was not about to stop talking so easily.

She ran to Jiang Mo's side, giggling as she tried to snatch the bamboo tube, which inevitably led to a lot of playful fighting.

Even late at night, as Jiang Mo lay in bed, he could still hear the clear laughter echoing in his ears.

"No, stop grabbing it! You'll get drunk again!"

Jiang Mo rolled over in bed, muttering to himself. Startled by his voice, the footsteps that were right next to him suddenly stopped.

Chapter 23 I've come to claim your life!

The night was as dark as ink.

The shadowy figure standing furtively beside Jiang Mo's bed froze, its body tense like a frightened bird, as if it would leap away at the slightest disturbance.

Jiang Mo, however, seemed oblivious, merely muttering as he turned over.

The dark figure breathed a sigh of relief, lightly jumped onto Jiang Mo's bed, and reached out a slender arm to touch Jiang Mo's waist.

The leather pouch, sewn from animal hide, was hanging securely at his waist.

It contained many of Jiang Mo's spoils from the Hundred Gu Cave.

The sneaky, dark figure was small in stature but moved with extraordinary agility, making no sound as it reached into the bag to retrieve something.

They didn't disturb Jiang Mo, who was fast asleep, still slightly drunk.

The faint light cast a warm yellow glow on the curtain-like night.

The fruit that the owl had used to lure the blazing serpent was silently pulled out by the sneaky fellow. The faint light emanating from the fruit's surface also illuminated the thin arm.

Hairy arms.

If someone were to observe closely by the dim light, they would clearly see that the little thief who sneaked up to the bedside under the cover of night was actually a furry monkey.

The thieving monkey was now turning its bright eyes, carefully examining the fruit in its hand.

It seemed as if they were trying to determine whether this was indeed the target they were trying to steal.

The moment of success is often when people subconsciously relax, and this seems to apply to monkeys as well.

The thieving monkey was so engrossed in eyeing the spiritual fruit in its paws that it didn't notice something silently approaching from behind.

Pure white silk quietly spread from Jiang Mo's palm.

It should have been an inanimate object, yet it behaved like the most cunning and treacherous hunter, like a snake slithering through the grass.

They crawled out from under the bed and hung down from the eaves.

Without making a sound, it approached its prey.

Then, without a sound, it revealed its deadly fangs.

"Waaaaah..."

The silkworm threads that had quietly spread out twisted into a single strand, like a giant python adept at strangling its prey, instantly wrapping around the monkey's neck, tightening and silencing its piercing scream.

Only a few faint sobs remained, drifting away in the silent night wind.

The monkey, struggling to breathe, instinctively scratched at the silk thread binding its neck, attempting to tear the delicate strands with its sharp claws.

In this life-or-death situation, they couldn't even bother to protect the stolen goods they had already obtained.