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

A single, cold star pierced through the rain, instantly penetrating its target.

There were no screams or wails; the eerie black shadow remained suspended in mid-air, allowing the arrows to pass through its body.

Then, two crimson lights appeared.

Seemingly startled, the eerie black shadow moved closer to the group, gradually revealing its outline in the dim light.

Like a person or a shadow, floating in mid-air...

Furthermore, several ghostly figures seemed to be awakened by the sound of arrows piercing the air, appearing out of thin air under the dim rain curtain, and gradually surrounding the convoy escorting the military supplies.

"Ghosts, ghost soldiers!"

The soldiers, who had instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons, were already filled with suspicion when the prince's exclamation made everyone hold their breath.

Ghost soldiers, aren't they just ghost soldiers!

Although none of the people present had ever encountered a ghost, they could only describe what the ghost soldiers looked like by looking at what they saw before them.

Immediately, various rumors about the Valley of Broken Souls surfaced in everyone's minds.

Fear and panic spread through the army, and the soldiers trembled like leaves, creating a continuous clanging sound of armor.

Matters concerning ghosts and spirits have always been kept at a distance by people.

Moreover, in a world where supernatural forces do exist, in an era where civilization is still in its infancy, the fear and awe of ghosts and gods are deeply ingrained in almost everyone's heart.

The shock of that cry of "ghost soldiers" had an unimaginable impact on morale.

The fact that this army did not collapse and flee on the spot is enough to show that it is indeed an elite force, but unfortunately it encountered the current situation.

The two princes, who were in command, seemed to be completely terrified.

Faced with the encircling group of ghostly black figures, they were unable to make any effective arrangements, and the army under their command naturally could not perform well either.

snort~

The sound of something dissolving began to echo through the army, and wisps of white mist rose and blended into the rain.

"The gold, the gold has vanished!"

A sudden exclamation caused many soldiers to turn around and see the tarpaulin covering the gold collapsing rapidly, and the gold that should have been piled high on the cart disappearing right before their eyes.

"Ghost soldiers! Ghost soldiers took away all this gold!"

It is unknown which expert was able to see the secret at a glance, and immediately started shouting, causing the entire army to become even more chaotic.

"Whoo~"

Above the valley, a gaunt figure stood quietly atop a withered tree. Upon seeing the chaotic scene within the Valley of Broken Souls, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

The show here has successfully come to an end.

Next, we should continue to focus on the investigation of the Blood-Clad Marquis's residence...

Mo Ya's thoughts had barely begun when they were interrupted by a burst of crisp applause. He looked up in surprise and saw three figures walking towards him.

"What a show! What a great show!"

The words of praise reached Mo Ya's ears, but the tone of his voice was extremely cold and indifferent, making one feel a chill in their heart.

The one who spoke was the one in the middle of the three.

His entire body was shrouded in a faint, hazy shadow, making it impossible to see his features or figure. Only his cold voice suggested that he was probably a young man.

"Your skill in controlling a flock of crows and using illusion magic is truly remarkable."

As the applause subsided, the man who bore a striking resemblance to the ghostly soldier spoke, his tone revealing hostility:

"You can't bear to come back with us, so why don't you give us a proper explanation?"

Before Mo Ya could respond, another soft and ethereal female voice came from the side: "Witchcraft?"

"Are you a Baiyue person?"

With a slight movement of his eyes, Mo Ya's gaze locked onto the source of the second voice, yet he still couldn't make out the other person's appearance or figure.

This time, it didn't resemble a ghost.

Instead, it makes people marvel at her, as if she were a goddess descended to earth.

As if shrouded in ethereal mist, the woman's figure was completely hidden in the rising fog, with only a faint, exquisite silhouette visible, leaving one with a whimsical sense of wonder.

But Mo Ya's heart sank.

Ordinary people might not be able to see the trick, but as a top expert among the first-class martial arts masters, Mo Ya, whose eight extraordinary meridians have been fully opened, can clearly see the mist swirling around his opponent with his eyesight far exceeding that of ordinary people. It is clearly caused by the evaporation of falling rainwater.

The methods employed by this newcomer are far beyond those of ordinary people!

And the other party mentioned Baiyue, could it be...?

With a thought, Mo Ya chuckled and replied, "Bai Yue, it's been a long time since I've heard that name. Could it be that I have the honor of meeting an old friend today?"

"May I ask who you two are...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Ya, who had been chatting and laughing, suddenly sprang up, and several jet-black feather blades slashed through the rain, shooting towards the two people in front of him.

However, a bright sword light illuminated the dim night.

Chapter 117 A Deadly Escape

A flash of sword light, like a sudden thunderclap, carrying a breathtakingly domineering and overwhelming force, instantly tore through the dim world.

The sword is a peculiar sword.

He is an extraordinary person.

That sword was a rare, broad and thick blade. Apart from its sharp edge, the entire body was bronze in color, and the hilt was unusually not straight, but rather curved like many scimitars.

The most peculiar feature is the serrated edge on the other side.

The Demon Sword Shark Tooth.

Its unusual shape gives the sword an eerie and sinister feel.

Just like its owner.

The person who made the move was naturally Wei Zhuang, the successor of the Guigu School and the secret protector of Zilan Pavilion.

As the most pretentious character in the series, Wei Zhuang is still dressed in a black outfit today, but there are no dark gold patterns on the lapel, making him much more low-key than usual.

He wore a hood to cover his face, but a few strands of white hair still peeked out from under the hood when he made his move.

Dressed in black, Wei Zhuang should have easily blended into the dark and gloomy Broken Soul Valley, but the sharp aura he exuded was not to be ignored.

Even though he didn't utter a word, just by standing there, he captured most of Mo Ya's attention.

Master.

A master whose strength is definitely on par with or no less than the Innate Realm!

This was the judgment Mo Ya made the moment he saw Wei Zhuang, and it completely extinguished his fighting spirit.

This time, it was another life-or-death situation.

On the surface, he calmly struck up a conversation with the other party, but inwardly he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

One against three.

At least two opponents at the Innate Realm.

Mo Ya seemed to see a familiar black figure standing on the other side, waving at him from afar.

The matter of ghost soldiers robbing supplies should have been handled with utmost caution. However, what was unfolding at Broken Soul Valley was merely a deceptive tactic, requiring little manpower.

Moreover, the truth about the ghost soldiers is related to Mo Ya's personal secrets, so naturally the fewer people present, the better.

Who would have thought that such a scene awaited him?

As for?

At this moment, Mo Ya was extremely grateful that he had agreed to Bai Feng's request to let him go to Snow Robe Fortress.

Otherwise, given that kid's personality, he would definitely have tried to follow me today. But that wouldn't alleviate Mo Ya's current predicament of being alone and trapped in enemy territory.

It is more likely that the two brothers perished in the Valley of Broken Souls.

Despite the vast difference in strength, Mo Ya was not one to sit idly by and wait for death. He seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack, leaping into the air and releasing the feather blade hidden in his sleeve.

Not to harm the enemy, but to create an opportunity to escape.

Wei Zhuang, whose eyes were fixed on Mo Ya, did not lose focus at all because of the sudden attack of the hidden weapon. Seeing that the other party was trying to escape, he immediately drew his sword and rushed forward.

The powerful and domineering sword cleaved through the wind and rain, not pointing towards Mo Ya in front of him, but landing behind him.

This is clearly an attempt to cut off their escape route.

Unable to escape, Mo Ya twisted his body forcefully in mid-air, using ghostly speed to barely avoid Wei Zhuang's descending sword.

But the shadow of death has not yet faded.

Although Wei Zhuang's swordsmanship is not known for its lightness and agility, it does not mean that he has no way to deal with this kind of target.

If the first strike misses, they immediately give chase.

The sweeping swordplay stirred up wind and rain in all directions, transforming into an invisible cage that trapped Mo Ya's darting figure within.

Clang clang~

A series of clanging sounds rang out; it was the sound of Mo Ya's jet-black feather blade, which had sprung from her sleeve, clashing with Wei Zhuang's sword.

Feather Blade, the weapon lives up to its name.

Light as a feather, swift as the wind, it can be used to slit a throat while in a sleeve, or as a concealed weapon when released.

A purely assassination weapon.

No matter how the feather blades in Mo Ya's hands flipped and flew, they could not pose a threat to Wei Zhuang. He could only barely keep up by relying on his extremely fast speed.

It's just that I've managed to avoid defeat for the time being.

That's not enough.

With his own agility and skill, he might be able to escape from this person's sword after paying a certain price, but...

Without even turning his gaze, Mo Ya could vaguely see in the corner of his eye a blinding, scorching flame, attempting to further restrict his movement.