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

However, the terrifying temperature was incomparable to boiling water. To put it simply, Jiang Mo had the illusion of falling into lava and being instantly turned into charcoal.

Yet, even in destruction, there is life.

Before his body was completely burned away, a force continuously repaired Jiang Mo's body, putting him in a unique state between life and death.

It hurts, but it's also pleasurable.

Just as Jiang Mo was being tormented by this feeling to the point of ecstasy, another hot patch suddenly pressed against his back, with a slightly sticky and slippery feel.

A pair of slender arms reached out from behind, wrapped around his shoulders, and embraced Jiang Mo's neck.

"Why are you up to some naughty idea instead of sleeping properly in the middle of the night?"

"How could they burn both of our clothes?"

Her voice, seemingly still half-asleep, carried a captivating and alluring charm.

The round, glistening toes had already reached in front of Jiang Mo.

Those jade feet were as white as snow, with delicate arches, exquisite ankles, and rounded toes, the tips of which revealed a pale cherry color.

This caused an even greater surge of heat to ignite within Jiang Mo's body.

There was no explanation, no perfunctory response.

Acting on instinct, Jiang Mo reached out and forcefully pulled Yan Lingji into his arms.

Hot, parched lips pressed firmly against the other's rosy lips.

A soft moan escaped from Yan Lingji's lips.

Faced with Jiang Mo's somewhat rough actions, she was not alarmed at all; on the contrary, she couldn't help but feel even happier at his intimacy.

She responded to Jiang Mo's actions with a light chuckle.

It's just a pity for Zi Nu, who has to worry about the fire resistance of Zi Lan Xuan.

The night is deep and perfect for sleeping, yet there are always those who are still awake.

Mo Ya opened his eyes into the darkness, but blood still rippled and swayed before his eyes, as if the nightmare from before had come into reality.

"Brother Mo..."

As he softly called out to his long-deceased friend, recalling the friend's earnest teachings and the contingency plans the friend had left behind before leaving without saying goodbye, Mo Ya couldn't help but feel slightly dazed.

He is no longer the fledgling swallow he once was, nor the ignorant and weak boy he once was.

Today, the black crow is the king of all birds, a death god that strikes fear into the hearts of all.

What he longed for was the carefree time he spent at Fire Rain Manor. But that place had long since been destroyed, and even if he returned, he would only find scorched earth.

"If Brother Mo saw me now, he would probably be very disappointed..."

A bitter smile appeared on Mo Ya's lips, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"Brother Mo clearly hopes that everyone in the Hundred Birds Clan can live a normal life, without having to take risks and run away in such a sorry state..."

"But in my hands, it became a pure assassin organization."

There are always some regrets.

But Mo Ya had no regrets whatsoever, no regrets about being Ji Wuye's lackey and having his hands stained with blood.

Only in this way can he take revenge on the mastermind behind it all.

Only then can you destroy what the other person cherishes most.

Just like when Hundred Birds and Fire Rain Manor were destroyed.

Chapter 2 Stirring up the enemy

"A disciple of Guiguzi?"

Bai Yifei, who had been hiding in the shadows, walked into the hall. His cold gaze was fixed on the direction where Han Fei and the other man had left. The domineering and fierce figure of that arrogant young man when he drew his sword still seemed to be stirring his nerves.

Bai Yifei was particularly interested in that short white hair.

However, he quickly shook off the strange feeling in his heart and judged Wei Zhuang's identity and origin from the moves used by the other party.

And then he spoke up in front of Ji Wuye, pointing out his mistake.

This helps the other party suppress their anger and the urge to overturn the table.

"Han Fei... I really underestimated this kid before. He's only been back in Xinzheng for a short time, yet he's already become such a force to be reckoned with."

Ji Wuye raised the wine cup and took a big gulp of wine, trying to calm himself down.

Thinking of the fluorescent powder the other party had just displayed, his fierce, fleshy face twitched slightly, and he shouted sharply at the corner:

"Mo Ya, quickly go and ascertain the location of the hidden gold!"

"Yes, General."

A calm response rang out from the dimly lit corner, and a slender figure, hidden within, quietly emerged and bowed to Ji Wuye in response.

"Wait a minute!"

Before Mo Ya could accept the order and set off immediately, Bai Yifei's cold voice suddenly rang out, halting Ji Wuye's arrangements.

Looking at Mo Ya, whom he hadn't even noticed before, a hint of wariness flashed in his blood-red eyes. Even though the opponent's cultivation level was far inferior, Bai Yifei couldn't help but recall a figure bravely facing death.

An awe-inspiring figure.

Mo Ya paused slightly, but did not respond to Bai Yifei. Instead, he glanced at Ji Wuye, looking as if he would follow the general's lead in everything.

"Hmm? What brilliant idea does Marquis Blood-Clad have?"

Still seething with anger, Ji Wuye was clearly in a state of agitation. He was quite impatient with Bai Yifei's sudden call to halt and his subsequent orders to his subordinates. If the other party hadn't been the Blood-Clad Marquis, a man of considerable status and strength, he probably would have already struck him with his sword.

Even with some restraint, Ji Wuye's expression wasn't exactly pleasant:

"Since that brat Han Fei dared to display that fluorescent marker, he has probably already taken action and is eyeing the military pay."

"Now, not a moment can be wasted!"

"General, please be patient. If Han Fei has already made arrangements, even if we rush there now, it may be too late to stop him."

Compared to Ji Wuye, Bai Yifei was clearly much calmer.

Han Fei's strategy of "stirring up trouble" was indeed extremely clever, and it was especially effective against Ji Wuye, who was cruel and had been provoked by him.

However, Bai Yifei, who had been observing coldly throughout, noticed some suspicious points.

If it were anyone else, they might have been too afraid of Ji Wuye's fierce power to risk pointing it out, but Bai Yifei was not so afraid and directly stated:

"If we make a big move now, Han Fei might succeed."

"Huh? You mean I just fell for a trap? That kid Han Fei came all this way just to lure us out and show him where the gold is hidden?"

With a fierce glare, the bronze wine vessel in his hand was crushed.

"I urge the General to consider this carefully. One hundred thousand taels of gold is no ordinary amount. Who could possibly move it away without a sound?"

Bai Yifei remained calm and composed, helping Ji Wuye analyze the suspicious points.

This statement hits the nail on the head, pointing out a major flaw in Han Fei's plan. It's important to remember that even though the shipment of military supplies was carried out by a large force, retaking it would have required an operation of roughly the same scale.

It's impossible for things to be so calm and peaceful, without any movement at all.

That's 100,000 taels of gold, not something you can easily pocket and take away.

"The Marquis in Blood-Clad Robes is quite calm."

Upon hearing Bai Yifei's words, Ji Wuye realized what was going on and felt a lingering fear as he realized he had almost fallen for Han Fei's trick.

Bai Yifei remained unmoved by Ji Wuye's praise.

He didn't think he was smarter than Ji Wuye, that cunning old fox. At most, he was just calmer than Ji Wuye because of his cultivation technique and physique.

Of course, there is an even more important point:

The stolen military funds were not in the hands of the Blood-Clad Marquis. He didn't receive even a fraction of the 100,000 taels of gold.

"General, I hope you will allow me to speak boldly."

Just as Bai Yifei felt he had exposed Han Fei's scheme, Mo Ya, who had been waiting silently for instructions, suddenly spoke up.

"explain."

"What Lord Blood-Clad Marquis said is indeed true. Logically speaking, no one could easily steal so much gold, but the two Baiyue survivors who escaped not long ago are no ordinary people."

In a calm tone, Mo Ya mentioned something that was unrelated to the ghost soldiers robbing the soldiers' pay:

"Yan Lingji is fully capable of melting gold and refining iron, and can mold all the gold into a ball. Wushuang Gui's arms have at least a thousand catties of strength, so it would not be difficult for him to carry away ten thousand taels of gold leaves."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go check the situation!"

Having finally calmed down, Ji Wuye suddenly stood up from his bed after hearing Mo Ya's words, his eyes blazing with fury.

Bai Yifei was also somewhat taken aback.

He was calm enough, but ultimately lacked sufficient intelligence and failed to realize that Han Fei might also have connections with the remnants of the Baiyue people, and did not consider this possibility.

In fact, Mo Ya didn't expect this at first either.

It was only the weapon techniques that Wei Zhuang displayed during his brief exchange with Ji Wuye that reminded him of the time he was pinned down in Broken Soul Valley, which led to this association.

Therefore, Ji Wuye naturally couldn't sit still.

However, considering that Bai Yifei's suggestion of "stirring up trouble" was also reasonable, Ji Wuye did not rush to send out a large number of people, but instead sent Mo Ya out alone.

First, investigate the situation of the nearest gold-hidden site.

Like a ghost, a figure swiftly darted out of the General's mansion, moving even faster than a bird soaring through the night sky.

In a short while, they arrived at their destination.

When Mo Ya saw the guards still standing straight outside in the distance, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then immediately realized something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

How could the guards on night watch be so quiet? Even if it's just to fight off sleepiness, they should at least chat for a bit.

It's impossible for it to stand there like a tree stump, motionless for a long time.

problem occurs!