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

People often express their thoughts faster than their brains do.

There's some truth to the saying that people speak the truth when they're drunk.

However, this change in Jiang Mo was quite surprising, since he had been like a dead man before, with no change in tone or expression.

Therefore, the emotions revealed at this moment are all the more noticeable.

It's as if I'm seeing the flowing water after the melting of ancient glaciers. Even if, rationally speaking, it's just water, I can't help but cherish it more.

Han Fei, however, discerned even more from Jiang Mo's somewhat contradictory words.

"That person must be incredibly important to Brother Jiang. Let me guess, is it a confidante?"

He raised his hand and drank it all in one gulp. As he poured himself a full glass of wine, Han Fei asked with a smile.

His face, gradually becoming flushed with intoxication, also showed a hint of mockery, much like a male college student overhearing his roommate talking about his ex-girlfriend in the dormitory.

"Cough cough..."

Jiang Mo, who was enjoying the unique feeling that the wine brought him, was about to pick up the wine jar and take another sip, but he couldn't help but choke after hearing Han Fei's words.

Is it that obvious?

Jiang Mo subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, a little worried that he might let out a silly grin like a lecher when he thought of Yan Lingji.

"Just a guess~"

Seemingly responding to Jiang Mo's earlier remarks about the necklace, Han Fei smiled and explained, "If they were family, even if they didn't get along, they wouldn't say 'it's best if we couldn't find each other.'"

"Only a confidante can evoke such deep emotions of love, hate, and sorrow—a tangled mess that's impossible to unravel."

Han Fei shook his head and sighed. This guy was clearly just a young man, but he spoke like a seasoned lover with a lot of experience.

Touched by this, Jiang Mo couldn't help but add:

"Of all the 80,000 characters in the world, the word 'love' is the most difficult to understand... Never mind, let's not talk about that. Let's have another one, you two brothers!"

Shaking his head, Jiang Mo raised the wine jar and gestured to Han Fei.

After a hearty drinking session, he asked the other person a question he already knew the answer to: "By the way, Brother Han mentioned earlier that you've returned from your studies abroad. Where are you headed?"

"What a coincidence, it's also Xinzheng."

Han Fei, increasingly intoxicated, wore a strange expression. Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, he grinned foolishly and mimicked Jiang Mo's earlier words:

"Back to a place I haven't been in for so long... Ah, if only those people I know couldn't be found in Xinzheng City either, that would be wonderful~"

"Brother Han's words don't sound like you're thinking about a female confidante."

Jiang Mo knew exactly what Han Fei meant by those words, but he didn't spell it out. Instead, he used the words Han Fei had just said to retort to Han Fei.

"Hahaha, of course not, they..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore, let's drink!"

Han Fei hesitated, but ultimately just raised his wine cup, temporarily dissolving all his troubles in the wine.

Jiang Mo didn't ask any further questions, but simply reached out and tore a piece of meat off the grilled fish.

The crispy on the outside and tender on the inside fish meat was put into his mouth, but Jiang Mo found it somewhat tasteless, so he couldn't help but shake his head and take another sip from the wine jar.

"Hmm? It tastes quite good, Brother Jiang. Why are you shaking your head and sighing?"

Han Fei, seeing this, thought the grilled fish wasn't good, so he reached out and tore off a piece and put it in his mouth to chew. The delicious taste made his eyes light up.

Finding such a snack to accompany drinks in the wild is already considered a rare delicacy.

"If you like it, Brother Han, then eat more. The grilled fish is certainly delicious, but I... well, never mind, let's not talk about it. Come on, let's drink!"

With Jiang Mo's grilled fish skills, you can tell the quality and taste just by looking at it.

He knew, of course, that the grilled fish must taste amazing, good enough to make Yan Lingji eat until her mouth was greasy and then smear it all over his face.

Alas, things have changed.

With Jiang Mo's current body transformed into a corpse puppet, most foods taste bland to him. If it weren't for maintaining the most basic human living habits, he would sometimes be too lazy to eat.

This is a problem that Jiang Mo urgently wants to solve.

Based on Jiang Mo's understanding of witchcraft, the transformation of corpses into puppets is a rather sinister technique among the various secret arts of Baiyue.

This is a method used by sorcerers who are not accepted by ordinary people.

If this state is maintained for too long, not only will irreversible changes occur in the body, but it is also hard to say whether humanity can be maintained psychologically.

However, a doctor cannot heal himself.

Performing surgery on yourself is extremely risky.

Moreover, in the real world, Jiang Mo's mastery of witchcraft is not as systematic as it is in the dungeon. The relevant knowledge is obtained through gacha pulls, and even after the dungeon ends, there is no guarantee that a suitable treatment method will be found.

Jiang Mo needs an assistant who is very knowledgeable about witchcraft.

The most important thing is to be trustworthy.

Who else could be chosen besides Yan Ling Ji?

There are many complexities involved, and it is neither possible nor feasible to explain them clearly to Han Fei.

However, Han Fei also noticed something. He wasn't stupid. From Jiang Mo's unusually pale complexion and cold temperature, he naturally realized that Jiang Mo's body was not normal.

Combined with the other person's conflicted words about wanting to find a soulmate...

Suffering from a strange illness, he planned to see his beloved one last time before he died, but then felt that perhaps it would be better for both of them not to see her.

At least 100,000 words of plot had already been automatically generated in Han Fei's mind.

The gaze directed at Jiang Mo grew increasingly wistful.

After taking a big bite of fish, Han Fei, somewhat indistinctly, invited, "It's rare to meet someone like Brother Jiang, with such similar ideals. Since we're going to Xinzheng together, why don't we travel together?"

"I am not very talented, but at least I have an old horse to get around."

It's not appropriate to directly inquire about someone else's illness, especially if you're not yet close enough to know them.

Therefore, Han Fei thought of taking the opportunity of traveling with others to observe more closely.

After returning to Xinzheng, I can go to the Imperial Hospital to find a doctor for Jiang Mo, which can be considered as repaying the favor of the other party for saving him from falling into the water today.

"Ha, then thank you very much, Brother Han!"

Jiang Mo was unaware of Han Fei's thoughts, but this was precisely the goal he wanted to achieve. Now that Han Fei had brought it up himself, it was naturally the best thing that could happen.

So the two of them drank heavily again.

However, the carp king was too fat. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, there was still more than half left. Jiang Mo did not waste it and carefully wrapped it up with two lotus leaves.

Han Fei had assumed that the other party had kept it as provisions.

However, when the two passed through a dilapidated village, Jiang Mo took out the grilled fish wrapped in lotus leaves and gave it to two timid and thin children hiding in the corner.

It also comes with Han Fei's fishing rod and instructions on how to fish.

Indeed, his coldness and ruthlessness are probably just due to that strange illness. Brother Jiang is truly a fine gentleman...

Ha, are there still such people in these chaotic times?

Han Fei watched Jiang Mo earnestly instructing the two fishermen and couldn't help but feel moved. He raised his wine cup and took another swig.

What a chaotic world!

Chapter 60 Finally, the Flames of War Arrive

[Six months remaining until the dungeon ends]

A subtitle from the old book hangs in the corner of Jiang Mo's field of vision, seemingly meant to constantly remind him of the difference between reality and dreams.

But even these subtitles are now stained with a glaring blood color.

With a blank expression, Jiang Mo raised his hand and wiped the bloodstains from his face. His sharp gaze swept over the battlefield littered with severed limbs, and blood continued to drip from the crescent-shaped scimitar he held in his hand.

The group of South Korean soldiers who attempted to surround and kill him have been completely wiped out.

The movements of the enemy's main force have been ascertained, and it is time to return to the village as soon as possible to avoid arousing the suspicion of the enemy commander.

With the slight activation of the "Breaking the Cocoon and Transforming into Feathers" gu within his body, the blood and grime on Jiang Mo's body began to surge.

As if they gained sentience and life at that moment, they wriggled and coalesced into clusters of cocoons, eventually transforming into graceful red butterflies that emerged from their cocoons.

The delicate butterfly wings shimmered with a blood-red light under the sunlight.

This dreamlike scene also revealed a chilling and eerie quality, as if Jiang Mo were a member of some cult, performing a mysterious and unspeakable blood sacrifice ritual.

Jiang Mo looked up at the vultures circling high in the sky, and his expression darkened slightly.

Others are approaching; it is not safe to stay here any longer.

With these thoughts in mind, Jiang Mo prepared to leave.

But then a roar came from behind. It was a human voice, but it sounded like the dying howl of a wounded beast, filled with uncontrollable pain and hysterical rage.

"It's you, that sorcerer who used evil magic in Fire Rain Manor!"

The familiar words made Jiang Mo pause. He looked in the direction of the sound and found the soldier whose chest had been cut open in half among the corpses. However, he had little impression of the unremarkable face and could not recall whether he had seen it when celebrating Huo Yu Gong's birthday.

But that doesn't matter.

Now that even Huoyu Manor has been reduced to ashes, why bother with these past events?

As for the soldier who had a brief moment of lucidity before death, there was no need to pay him any attention. Even if he were forcibly turned into a zombie using witchcraft, given his severe injuries, he would only be cannon fodder among cannon fodder.

But the soldier continued to shout and curse at the top of his lungs.

All they can do is yell and curse.

"The tragedy at Fire Rain Manor and Lord Li's disappearance are indeed inseparable from you sorcerers! I curse you to die a horrible death! And that charlatan, what a slut! What kind of divine ritual dance is that? She's probably just engaging in some lewd shrine ritual!"

"Shut up!"

With veins throbbing on his forehead and his back to the soldiers, Jiang Mo couldn't help but shout, his tone revealing an unmistakable killing intent.

But what threat is that to someone who is about to die?

"Ha, a bunch of barbaric sons of bitches, what are you so arrogant about? The mere Baiyue will be crushed by the strong armor and powerful crossbows of my Korea sooner or later. Those girls blessed by the gods will be nothing more than playthings to be pampered by your knees..."

A person on their deathbed may not speak good words.