Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 220 The Enchantress of Hehuan (Bonus Chapter for Yong Su's Alliance Leader)
suicide.

It was an ultimatum.

Song Yan neither wanted to nor would commit suicide, but using his own life to threaten Hua Lian Yue was a good idea.

Hua Lianyue was stunned.

She even had an urge to laugh; it was probably the first time in history that a hostage had used their own life to threaten a kidnapper.

Ironically, this kind of threat actually worked on her.

Song Yan is irreplaceable.

If someone is determined not to live, there are countless ways to stop them. Even a grandmaster-level expert couldn't stop them. Once Song Yan dies, who knows where the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror is hidden? Maybe after obtaining the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror, this guy will memorize its contents and then destroy the original.

Even though there were other possibilities, Hua Lianyue dared not gamble, for the price of losing was death.

To think that she, a martial artist at the Grandmaster level, could be so easily manipulated by a mere young man... he really is a wicked fellow.

Thinking this, Hua Lianyue felt increasingly suffocated.

She fell silent, unsure how to respond to Song Yan's reaction.

Her eyes drooped, and Song Yan had no idea what Hua Lianyue was thinking. For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the scene, with only the cold wind blowing like knives and needles.

The flames flickered in the wind, occasionally crackling.

This silence lasted for a long time.

"Let's find a place to rest first," Hua Lianyue said.

His voice was the same as before, with a slightly mature hoarseness.

Song Yan slowly exhaled, not refusing. He picked up a dry piece of firewood from the fire; the flames would last for a while. He stirred up some snow to extinguish the remaining flames... even though it was freezing cold, it shouldn't cause a fire.

They said they were looking for a place to rest, but neither Hua Lianyue nor Song Yan were very familiar with Liaodong. All they could see was a vast expanse of white, and they had no idea where they could find shelter from the wind and rain.

After looking around, Hua Lianyue headed towards the mountain.

If we're lucky, we should be able to find a cave.

As you walk along, you see nothing but ice trees and silver flowers.

Occasionally, you can see strings of icicles hanging down, which is a rare sight.

Song Yan was not afraid. He knew that Hua Lianyue was seriously considering his proposal, which made him feel somewhat at ease.

Hua Lian Yue's personality is somewhat different from the ancestor Song Yan imagined. In the novels he read in his previous life, most of the ancestors were violent and eccentric, and their words were commands with no possibility of discussion.

Anyone who dares to defy his will will be killed on the spot.

suicide?

If you really encounter someone like that, it would be difficult to even commit suicide. You couldn't pull out your tongue or bite it off to die. You couldn't even cut your tendons, escape, or smash your own head.

The only possible way to commit suicide is through starvation.

But these kinds of people have plenty of ways to force food into your stomach.

Although Hua Lianyue kidnapped him, she at least did not harm him. This may be due to her irreplaceable value, and it is also probably related to Hua Lianyue's personality.

Only someone with this kind of personality could tolerate Song Yan testing her bottom line time and time again.

Whether I say it or not, they truly deserve to be called a prestigious and upright sect.

Thinking this, Song Yan looked ahead and could just see Hua Lianyue's back.

Although she was already thirty-seven, thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old, this woman had a truly remarkable figure, slender and graceful. From behind, the black bodysuit accentuated her tall and alluring curves.

Especially her legs, which were round, long, and shapely.

She truly lives up to her reputation as a demoness from the Hehuan Sect.

As if sensing Song Yan's gaze, Hua Lian Yue didn't turn around, but her voice drifted over: "What's wrong?"

Song Yan looked away: "It's nothing. I was just thinking that you never intended to kill me, right?"

"You have done me no favors or wrongs, so why would I want to kill you?"

"Then why did you arrange for an assassin?" Song Yan raised an eyebrow: "Although that guy is only a fourth-rank martial artist, he is fierce and ruthless. If we are not careful, we may lose our lives."

This is true.

He is an anomaly among martial artists, with physical strength far exceeding his own cultivation level, which allows him to kill people of higher levels.

However, if others were to encounter that fourth-rank martial artist, they might not fare well. That martial artist follows a bold and unrestrained style, never holding back when he attacks, making it difficult for martial artists of the same level to cope with his attacks.

Even disregarding the martial artist, the two high-speed horses that charged at him could easily shatter the body of a fourth-rank martial artist.

To reiterate, he was an outlier, and that's why he survived.

Hua Lianyue paused slightly, turned around, and stared at Song Yan with her eyes: "That assassin was not sent by me."

"If I wanted to kill someone, I would do it myself."

Hua Lianyue's appearance didn't seem like she was lying.

Grandmasters have their own dignity.

Perhaps she's hiding something, but she wouldn't lie.

Because of disdain.

That person wasn't arranged by Hua Lianyue. Could it be that there's another group of people who want him dead?
No way! He's been behaving himself since he transmigrated and hasn't offended anyone, yet they still arranged for an assassin to kill him. That's utterly shameless! Isn't this bullying an honest person? Thinking this, Song Yan suddenly felt a little ashamed because he realized that he had indeed offended someone a little bit.

For example, the Yang family.

For example, the eldest sons of the Song family.

For example, the Japanese.

For example, Qian Yaozu.

He also massacred the Xilin Academy in Songzhou City.

As if Song Yan's question had broken the silent and oppressive atmosphere, Hua Lian Yue spoke a little more: "Why didn't you call those black-armored soldiers before? If the soldiers of Xinhou County had gathered, I wouldn't have been a match for them."

"Can they catch up with you?"

"No."

"Then why bother calling them along? It would only increase casualties."

Song Yan saw it clearly: a grandmaster-level expert might not be a match for several thousand regular soldiers, but if they were focused on running, even regular soldiers couldn't catch up. Moreover, the soldiers of Xinhou County were all heavily armored; if they chased Hua Lian Yue, they'd probably be exhausted to death. It was getting darker, and the two chatted idly, their tone revealing no hint of tension.

After crossing a frozen river, the space in front of me suddenly opened up.

In the distance is a mountain, and at its foot is a small grassland.

There is another building.

Hua Lianyue and Song Yan quickened their pace. As they approached, they discovered that the building was located at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by bare trees, exuding desolation and even a strange sense of gloom.

This is a stone house.

The roof of the stone house was not made of mud and tiles, nor was it thatched; instead, it was made of logs woven together with vines. However, due to years of neglect, the logs had begun to rot, and even the vines were somewhat decaying.

The surface was covered with a thick layer of snow, which even made Song Yan a little worried that the roof might collapse under the weight of the snow.

The wooden door was also rotten. Song Yan tried to push it, and heard a creak. The wooden door fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, raising a cloud of dust.

Just how long has this place been uninhabited?

With a sigh, Song Yan raised his hand and waved it gently in front of him. The air currents from his palm dispersed the floating dust, and with the help of the torch's dim light, the scene inside the stone house gradually came into view.

This is a temple.

Inside the temple, there is a statue of a deity.

However, the style of these temples and statues is completely different from that of the Central Plains, where temples mostly worship local deities, city gods, dragon kings, Taoist priests, and Buddhas.

The statue before them, however, had a blue face and fangs, and the clay model even featured many animal characteristics, such as sharp claws like an eagle, a snake-like tail, a tiger-like head, and wild boar-like tusks...

In the Central Plains, such a bizarre being would not be worshipped, so Song Yan turned to Hua Lian Yue: "Sister Hua, Aunt Hua, Master Hua..."

Hua Lianyue seemed to have thought of something. She didn't mind being called "Auntie," but her cheeks flushed slightly, and her gaze involuntarily shifted to the side: "Wh-what's wrong?"

"You were planning to take me out of Pingyang Prefecture and to the State of Chu, right?"

"That's right."

"Then why did we end up in Jurchen territory?"

Such bizarre idols, filled with animalistic features, could only have given rise to such a belief among barbarians.

"I... I just want to find a place to rest." Hua Lianyue nodded, easily convincing herself: "Yes, that's it. This is the closest place to us where we can rest. Tomorrow, I will take you away. I am a Grandmaster-level expert, so the temperature outside has nothing to do with me. I only chose this dilapidated temple to take care of you."

Yes, that's so well said, I almost believed it.

Song Yan rolled his eyes, handed the torch to Hua Lianyue, and went outside to find some firewood.

As the flames flickered, the eerie and sinister dilapidated temple gained some warmth.

Although the door was open, it was not as cold and damp as outside.

Song Yan yawned, found a corner spot, and sat down against the wall. He was a little tired, so he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

As for what will happen tomorrow, we'll see.

This Hua Lianyue doesn't seem to be very bright...

Maybe my brain has become a bit rusty from being in seclusion for too long. Let's see if I can keep fooling around tomorrow.

Eh.

I wonder how my sister-in-law and Gu Banxia are doing, and whether they are worried about me.

And what about that girl, Kong Chan? Is she still crying?

Liu Yisheng, Lei Yi, and the others should follow his orders, right?
After all, he still wanted to build a mound of skulls.

Ever since he started piling up his head into a mound of skulls, he found himself somewhat addicted to building mounds of skulls, which was a terrible hobby.

……

at the same time.

Xinhou County.

Under the moonlight, carriages quietly drove out of the border.

On either side of the carriage stood two thousand black-armored soldiers who had removed their infantry armor and donned coarse linen clothing. Behind them, a trail of footprints stretched out as they passed through the border gate.

On the city wall, Liu Yisheng watched quietly.

When Kong Chan brought the message back, Liu Yisheng arranged for Lei Yi and the others to prepare for action that night.

A grandmaster-level martial artist must be very strong, right?

Liu Yisheng was a scholar and didn't know much about this, but he knew his lord well!
Five hundred against five thousand.

Three thousand against twenty thousand.

My lord is someone who is good at turning the rotten into the miraculous.

Even a master-level expert should be unharmed.

should!

He did not set off with the main force. There were still many things to deal with here. At the very least, he had to stabilize the rear. Xinhou County absolutely could not be in chaos. In this way, even if some special circumstances arose, there would be enough room for maneuver.

Time passes little by little.

The bright moon quietly hid behind the clouds, and the world was plunged into darkness.

Snowflakes fell silently from the clouds.

Floating and swaying.

The dilapidated temple was also very quiet.

The fire had gone out sometime ago, leaving only glowing embers that were still releasing their last bit of heat to keep the dilapidated temple warm.

"Mmm...mmm...ah..."

While he was fast asleep, a strange sound quietly drifted into Song Yan's ears.

His brows furrowed.

What is that witch doing in the middle of the night?

(End of this chapter)