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

Could it be that someone has come seeking revenge?

Just yesterday, Yan Lingji specifically took me for a walk around the village. Who is so bold as to dare to commit a crime against the wind?

Gripping the hunting knife under his pillow, Jiang Mo pretended to be asleep and quietly turned over.

In reality, she had already quietly adjusted her posture, held her breath, listened carefully to the approaching footsteps, and prepared to deal with the uninvited guest.

Her slender arms were taut with every muscle contraction, and her heart was in her throat.

"Da da da~"

Light footsteps quickly approached, without any attempt to tiptoe or move quietly; instead, they moved as if they were at home.

Are all thieves this arrogant nowadays?

Is it fair to say they are barbarians?

Jiang Mo was startled and for a moment began to doubt his own subconscious thought. Upon closer listening, he realized that the approaching footsteps were light and hurried, unlike the sounds of an adult approaching, but rather those of a child.

Children?

Could it be Yan Ling Ji?

Subconsciously, Jiang Mo had this guess in his mind. It wasn't that he was still thinking about Yan Lingji, but that very few people knew that he was living here now.

Yan Ling Ji is one of them.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo did not act rashly. Instead, he slowly opened his eyes a crack, intending to get a general idea of ​​who was coming before making any moves.

Before her sleepy eyes could adjust to her surroundings, a fragrant breeze wafted into her embrace.

It was a rich and exuberant fragrance that evoked images of afternoon sunlight and nighttime flames; even a light sniff could create a warm, unsettling feeling on the body…

Okay, it's not an illusion.

Sure enough, a petite figure darted over and, before Jiang Mo could react, lifted the covers off him and crawled inside.

The blurry vision gradually cleared.

Jiang Mo stared blankly at Yan Lingji's chubby, cute face, completely at a loss for how to react.

Even his tongue seemed to be tied in knots at this moment:

"Yan, sister, it's not..."

"Shh~"

Before Jiang Mo could even formulate a meaningful response, Yan Lingji nervously raised her hand to signal him to be quiet, and leaned even closer to Jiang Mo.

Now, Jiang Mo was even more afraid to move.

Fortunately, he and Yan Lingji were only eight or nine years old, not yet in their rapid development stage. Otherwise, no matter how much Jiang Mo didn't want to move, he probably wouldn't have been able to control his physiological instincts.

"Lord Yan, please stop hiding. This is a necessary part of the cultivation of a spirit witch."

A helpless female voice rang out not far away. Jiang Mo was not familiar with the voice, but Yan Lingji clearly recognized it.

The small face so close to his was instantly filled with nervousness.

Jiang Mo could even hear the other person's heartbeat quickening.

"Alright, since you insist on hiding, I have no choice but to take you back. Who lives in this house again? Never mind, please cooperate."

Not hearing a response from Yan Lingji, the woman outside the house visibly sighed.

A powerful flapping sound suddenly reached my ears. Judging from the frequency of the sound, it sounded like the flight of a mosquito or something similar, but it was much louder, making me wonder just how big that thing was.

"Click~"

The bolt that had been inserted from the inside was opened, and with a creaking sound, the bamboo door of the house was pushed open, but no footsteps were heard approaching.

While Jiang Mo was still wondering, Yan Lingji seemed to have already realized that something was wrong.

She shifted slightly, seemingly trying to crawl towards the foot of the bed to find another chance to escape, but in an instant, the woman reached out and lifted the covers, picking Yan Lingji up like a cat:

"Lord Yan, I told you long ago, no matter where I look, I will find you."

The Baiyue woman standing by the bed was dressed somewhat similarly to Yan Lingji, though her attire was predominantly dark blue. The material and decorative patterns of her clothing were noticeably inferior. What was most striking, however, were the faintly visible, fluttering, feather-like patterns on her cheeks.

This is not a custom of cutting hair and tattooing common in the Baiyue region.

Jiang Mo not only saw that the feather-like patterns emitted a faint glow, but he could also clearly see them swaying gently like wings.

"Greetings, Lord Spirit Shaman!"

Sensing the unique aura emanating from the other person, Jiang Mo knew he couldn't continue pretending to be unaware, so he quickly climbed off the bed and bowed to the other person.

"Yes, it was very offensive of me to enter the house without permission."

The female sorceress nodded calmly, her gaze lingering briefly on Jiang Mo's face, which was clearly different from that of the Baiyue people. After a moment's thought, she uttered the name she had heard yesterday:

"Mo, is this your home? Is this your house?"

The female sorceress couldn't help but be puzzled. Although the house wasn't exactly magnificent, it was spotless and clean, unlike what an orphan could manage.

It's not something an orphan can protect.

"Ha, of course it belongs to Amo, it was left to him by his parents! With this spirit sorcerer here, no one can take anything from my little brother anymore!"

Having struggled free from the witch's grasp, Yan Lingji landed steadily on the bed.

She put her hands on her hips, her pretty face full of smugness.

The Baiyue region is characterized by its mountains, forests, and marshes, with high humidity and numerous poisonous insects and wild beasts. Therefore, the Baiyue people generally adopted stilt houses.

Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, the villages are layered upon each other.

The houses are usually two-story stilt houses built of bamboo and wood. The lower floor is suspended in the air and used to raise livestock or store farm tools and firewood, while the upper floor is where people live.

Just as Yan Lingji said, this place used to be the house of Jiang Mo's family.

However, after his parents passed away one after another, people occupied the house under various pretexts, leaving only a small shelter on the lower floor, where Jiang Mo squeezed together with the livestock.

Rather than leaving room for maneuver, they wanted to humiliate him.

However, after Yan Lingji took Jiang Mo for a walk around the village yesterday, the people who originally occupied the second floor left without even bothering to pack their things.

This is not the only similar case.

After touring the village, Yan Lingji had accepted countless gifts on Jiang Mo's behalf. Dried meat, hunting knives, mead, and other items were piled up like a small mountain, keeping Jiang Mo busy counting them until late at night.

However, whether they will hold a grudge later depends on whether these people know what's good for them.

Anyway, everything was accepted by Yan Lingji.

What does this have to do with Jiang Mo?

After this experience, Jiang Mo fully realized that Yan Lingji was not just a powerful figure, but a true heroine of the martial arts world!

Calling her "sister" is truly well-deserved.

Even a mother wouldn't be any better.

"Alright, alright, my little aunt, if you don't go see a doctor soon, you'll be confined to your quarters by the high priest, and I won't plead for you."

The female spirit witch didn't press further and pulled Yan Lingji away.

Her words made Jiang Mo understand what had just happened, and he couldn't help but look at the somewhat aggrieved Yan Lingji with amusement.

Whether it's exceptional talent or captivating charm, it's all the same.

He's still just a child; to avoid going to the doctor, he actually hid in my bed.

Fortunately, this place is the land of Baiyue, which is not as particular about etiquette as the Central Plains, and there are no taboos about the proper conduct between men and women. Otherwise, even if there were two children, this matter would not have been so easily resolved.

Barbarians.

It does have some merits, though.

Seeing Jiang Mo's smug expression, Yan Lingji pouted, feeling even more annoyed. However, staring at Jiang Mo's pale and thin face, her eyes suddenly lit up, and an idea came to her:

"Sister Ming, please bring Amo along too!"

"Ah I?"

Chapter 7 Should I eat too?

There's a kind of coldness called "your mom thinks you're cold."

There's a kind of illness called "others think you're sick."

The female spirit sorceress named "Ming" didn't know what she was thinking. She completely ignored Jiang Mo's explanation and directly believed Yan Lingji's words, and casually brought Jiang Mo along as well.

Holding a child in each arm, Ming was still as light as a swallow.

She leaped into the air, effortlessly displaying her skills in scaling walls and rooftops, and hurried towards the mountaintop along the stilted bamboo houses built against the mountainside.

There is no doubt that the opponent used some kind of lightness skill.

However, the Baiyue region was not only poor in resources and culturally barbaric, but the skills possessed by the local talented individuals were also quite different from the martial arts circulating in the Central Plains.

Sorcery is the mainstream practice here.

Whether it's martial arts, lightness skills, or witchcraft, Jiang Mo, a mixed-race person born in the Baiyue region, had never had any contact with them before.

Ming made no attempt to hide anything.

No matter how much Jiang Mo stared intently, he was completely baffled and couldn't figure out what was going on from her nimble movements.

Before long, the three arrived at a place that resembled a clinic.

Unlike what Jiang Mo remembered, this "medical clinic" didn't have the medicine cabinets often seen in period dramas. Instead, there were many bottles and jars placed in the corners. They weren't categorized or separated, and even to a layman's eye, they seemed quite unprofessional.

Jiang Mo sniffed lightly, but couldn't detect the fragrance of herbs.

Instead, a rotten, fermenting smell lingered in my nostrils, even more pungent than the smell of disinfectant, making me feel a bit uncomfortable.

No wonder Yan Lingji resisted so much.

Inside the house, Jiang Mo stood on tiptoe and looked around. He saw that there were already many patients lying in the room, most of whom had been injured by poisonous insects and wild beasts.

The wounds were truly bizarre and varied, with all sorts of situations.

Jiang Mo only glanced at it from afar before feeling a chill run down his spine. He immediately understood why Yan Lingji's face was full of reluctance when she heard she was coming here for treatment. If Jiang Mo had encountered patients here when he was a child, he would most likely have nightmares that night.

Seriously, ugh, it's unbearable to look at!