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

Especially in the daily struggles, they slowly degenerate and succumb to desire...

It's absolutely delicious.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo nearly ground his back teeth to powder.

Damn it, those two...

Are they planning to treat Yan Ling Ji like a prostitute and make fun of me like a cuckold?

I'm going to tear those two bastards apart with my own hands!

This time, Jiang Mo proactively disconnected the remote connection to prevent his uncontrollable killing intent from spilling out of his heart and disturbing Tianze and the other person inside the house.

Click~ Click~

The ten fingers, which had been resting on his lap, were now intertwined, making a series of crisp sounds as he exerted slight force. Jiang Mo grabbed the brocade box containing his "reward" and proceeded to torture it mercilessly, as if it were Tianze, before the bulging veins on his forehead gradually subsided.

After venting his frustrations, Jiang Mo quickly went back to continue eavesdropping.

They were genuinely afraid of missing some important information.

The topic of how to use Yan Ling Ji to raise fish and fish for donkeys seemed to have passed. When Jiang Mo's consciousness returned to this place, he heard Tian Ze say with a slightly worried tone:

"I'm not worried about Mo discovering the secret of the Eternal Bond Gu."

“But that old shaman in your village is no ordinary person. What if Yan Lingji is discovered before the Gu worm is fully activated after swallowing it…”

Tianze's worries were not unfounded.

As the saying goes, old age makes people wise, especially in places like Baiyue where the law of the jungle prevails. To live to such an old age, the shamans and priests are not relying on some vague divine protection.

Rather, it was a force powerful enough to make the Baiyue royal family wary.

Otherwise, the Baiyue people would not have maintained the model of separate governance between the monarchy and faith. The royal family should have long ago swept away these old fogies and taken over many ancient traditions for their own use.

"Hmph, that old geezer is indeed a problem."

Previously, when mentioning Jiang Mo and Yan Lingji, the two younger generations, the village chief's face always carried an arrogant expression of not taking them seriously. But now, when talking about his old rival, the witch priest, a hint of solemnity appeared on his face.

However, when facing a leader, one must persevere no matter how difficult the situation.

Moreover, ever since the village chief went to Huoyu Manor to celebrate the birthday, he had been planning to offer Yan Lingji to gain the favor of Crown Prince Tianze, and he had considered many issues.

Naturally, the immense threat posed by the shaman would not be overlooked.

He already had a plan for dealing with this:

"Please rest assured, Your Highness, even if the old man detects the existence of the 'Child Gu,' he will not destroy it or help Yan Lingji remove it from her body."

The village chief said some unbelievable things, but his tone was very confident:

"Your Highness, what you need to do is ensure that the mother Gu in your possession does not cause any problems. If that old fellow notices anything unusual, he might try to take it away."

"Oh, why is that?"

Tianze was indeed very surprised to hear this, and subconsciously asked a follow-up question. Then, worried that he hadn't asked clearly enough, he added a sentence:

"With the mother Gu in my hands, there will naturally be no problems."

"But why do you say that the shaman wouldn't destroy the offspring of the Gu?"

Tianze spoke with an arrogant tone, displaying unquestionable confidence in his ability to protect the mother Gu, but he was clearly not at ease with the village chief's speculation about the witchcraft ritual.

"We're not the only ones who want to control Yan Lingji~"

The village chief smiled, showing no sign of guilt despite being questioned, and slowly revealed a long-hidden secret to Tianze:

"Your Highness may not know, but Yan Lingji was not actually born in our village."

"Actually, she was snatched away by that old shaman. Of course, that old fellow did a very clean job, covering it up as a disaster that had nothing to do with him."

"But there are no secrets that stay hidden forever..."

The village chief was smugly recounting a secret known only to himself when Tianze suddenly frowned, black energy erupted around him, and he darted to the window almost instantly.

The black aura twisted and writhed menacingly, like a coiled python, trying to entangle its target.

But no one appeared in front of Tianze.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly looked up as if sensing something, and reached out to catch a feather that was slowly drifting down.

Suddenly, blue stripes appeared on the otherwise ordinary feathers.

It twisted and wriggled slightly, transforming into a line of Baiyue characters, which were reflected in Tianze's blood-red pupils: "Meet at midnight on the cliff top. The Fire Rain Treasure will be obtained by only one person."

Chapter 65 Nightmare in Memory

"puff!"

Jiang Mo, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground in front of him red.

Tianze failed to capture him, but he still posed a considerable threat to Jiang Mo.

In addition, the repeated use of secret techniques and the forced withdrawal of his consciousness today have finally caused a backlash.

Jiang Mo felt a series of images flashing before his eyes, some looking down from the sky and others spying from the ground, and for a moment he even forgot who he was.

It felt as if my soul had been torn into several unrelated pieces.

The pain seemed to spread from the depths of his soul, far beyond what the phrase "a splitting headache" could describe. In comparison, Jiang Mo felt that even having his head cleaved open with an axe wouldn't be anything to fear.

If it can be cured, everyone will be happy.

Even if they die on the spot, they will be freed from that inhuman torture.

If it weren't for the image of Yan Lingji's every smile and frown flashing through his mind from time to time, Jiang Mo probably would have forcibly quit this dungeon long ago.

Anyway, there's no compelling reason to continue, is there?

But who can blame him for having such an obsession?

Jiang Mo is also human and cannot be completely fearless of pain. Faced with this excruciating pain that can leave a deep psychological shadow, he is worried that if he chooses to withdraw, he will not be able to muster the courage to face it again.

So he could only grit his teeth and endure it, his whole body convulsing in excruciating pain as he rolled all the way from the bed to the floor.

However, even though he was in so much pain that he was losing consciousness, Jiang Mo still managed to maintain some semblance of rationality.

With no one around to take care of him, he had to find a way to save himself.

His trembling hand reached into the cloth bag at his waist.

Without bothering to discern the details, Jiang Mo grabbed a handful of medicinal gu and roughly stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing them whole without even chewing.

After the pain relief took effect quickly, Jiang Mo was able to get up from the ground, panting heavily.

The backlash lasted only a few minutes, but his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. No, compared to that unlucky guy he had pulled out of the water, Jiang Mo was in a much worse state.

He even seemed to have lost his soul.

Even after the intense pain subsided for a long time, Jiang Mo's hands were still trembling. He casually shoveled down a glass of cold tea to quench his thirst, but the turbulent emotions surging within him were difficult to calm.

The words I had just heard kept echoing in my mind: "She was actually snatched away by that old bastard, the witch priest."

Jiang Mo pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a little suffocated.

He originally thought that the invading South Korean army was the biggest threat to him and Yan Lingji, but now he suddenly realized that they were surrounded by tigers and wolves everywhere.

Even the biggest backer behind them harbors deep malice.

"Calm down, stay calm, don't lose your composure first. Maybe the village chief is just deliberately trying to sow discord..."

Pressing his throbbing temples, Jiang Mo muttered to himself.

But even so, he himself knew very well that the village chief's behavior at the time did not seem to indicate that he had noticed someone eavesdropping.

If the secret were truly leaked, the reaction should have been like Tianze's.

It was precisely the information about the witch's ritual that shocked Jiang Mo so much that he lost his composure and revealed his aura, almost getting caught by Tianze.

Thankfully, what just passed by was a parasitic sparrow.

Seeing the situation was not good, he decisively withdrew, leaving behind a feather as a backup plan, and used the treasure of Fire Rain Manor to lure Tianze into a trap...

However, Jiang Mo had no time to plan for the future.

He tried hard to recall the circumstances of his contact with the shaman, hoping to find something suspicious in order to judge how credible the village chief's words were.

But what keeps lingering in my mind is not the past days when we spent together.

Amidst raging flames and wailing cries, the once peaceful and tranquil village is now inhabited only by death and fear.

In the corner, the ugly doll lay fallen into the ashes.

It looked like a toy sewn by a child himself, with only a simple, rough human shape, and even the face was just a simple expression drawn with ink.

"Sister, I will always keep what you made for me with me."

The boy's voice rang out, carrying a distinct childishness and innocence, but he had long since forgotten where he was.

This is not Jiang Mo's memory.

It was Yan Lingji's nightmare.

It was a memory scene that the other party attempted to use the Fire Charm Technique to probe into the Blood-Clad Marquis's heart in the anime, but was countered by the other party and had dug out from the deepest part of his heart.

Previously, Jiang Mo thought this was a scene of the Korean army burning, killing, and looting after invading Baiyue.

But now that I think about it, things are probably not like that. Putting aside everything else, Yan Lingji's parents are both dead, and there is no younger brother of hers here at all.

Reality and memory have come into conflict.

Jiang Mo had always believed that it was because of him that things had taken such a turn for the worse, that someone who might have been recognized as Yan Lingji's subordinate had taken his place, which was why this situation had occurred.

But now, Jiang Mo has to consider another possibility.

Everything in that nightmare may have already happened.

She has no parents because the fire destroyed Yan Lingji's home before she met him.

Yan Lingji was determined to take him as her subordinate and was extremely protective of him.

That's because Yan Lingji really did have a younger brother, and in that nightmare, Yan Lingji was just a child and couldn't protect him.

Dedicated to protecting the Baiyue people, they refused to leave this place.

Perhaps it's also because they still cling to the memory of a home they've already lost once.