Gou Zai, a corpse sewn into a spirit in a mortuary during the Republic of China era, became a spirit

The force was very light, even a little... stiff?

The wind was strong in the mountains, and occasionally branches would break and fall. Liu San didn't think much of it and just turned his head to look.

However, there was nothing behind him.

Liu San then patted the dust off his shoulder and turned back to smoke.

Just then—

He distinctly felt a hand gripping his neck. He suddenly felt the threat of death approaching and instinctively tried to struggle... but found that the hand was surprisingly strong.

Moreover, the force was applied with great precision, directly locking the throat and breaking the neck, resulting in death.

Call ~

Only the howling wind in the mountains remained.

Li Zhonglin leaned against the tree trunk, comfortably smoking a Hademen cigarette. Because his back was to Liu San, he didn't notice that Liu San was dead. Instead, he muttered complaints and grumbles to himself.

Suddenly, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

"Liu San, are you fucking greedy? Why are you slapping me like that..." Li Zhonglin turned his head impatiently.

The conversation abruptly ended.

Liu San was seen leaning against the tree trunk, motionless, his head twisted 180 degrees backward.

brush!

Li Zhonglin immediately became alert and reached out to pat Liu San beside him. Suddenly, with a "thud," Liu San stiffened and fell to the ground, already lifeless.

Startled, Li Zhonglin jumped up, his mouth agape, and reached for his holster. Just then, an invisible hand emerged from the darkness and seized Li Zhonglin's tongue.

His other hand held down Li Zhonglin's gun holster.

The hand that was holding his tongue suddenly pulled... and actually tore Li Zhonglin's tongue off.

Before Li Zhonglin could react, he felt a sharp dagger pierce his throat.

A single sword strike to the throat.

"Hehe~"

Li Zhonglin collapsed to the ground, his hands clutching the wound in his throat. He tried to stop the gushing blood, but found he couldn't. He felt his life force rapidly slipping away.

Click.

In the darkness, a person slowly emerged.

It was Xie An, the young master of Qinghe Charity Estate.

Xie An slowly walked up to Li Zhonglin, squatted down, and gently slashed Li Zhonglin's face with the dagger in his left hand, causing blood to gush out.

"Hehe~"

Li Zhonglin stared wide-eyed at Xie An in disbelief. He tried to speak, but no sound came out.

Xie An's lips curled into a sinister, cold smile: "Section Chief Li, what a small world. I still remember the time you blackmailed my father. How powerful you were back then, even having your men step on my father's head. We're all adults, and everyone must be responsible for their actions, right? Coincidentally, I'm a very vengeful person!"

"Hehe~"

Li Zhonglin was coughing up blood, and his remaining consciousness made him feel incredulous.

How could a lowly young master of a charitable institution possibly... how dare he?

"I've taken care of all your men. So, you won't be able to wait for their report. Your fallen brothers said they wanted you to join them in death. I've always liked to help others achieve their goals!"

puff!

The dagger struck again, severing Li Zhonglin's neck.

Head moved.

These two daggers were made of fine iron, purchased by Xie An at great expense. While they wouldn't be said to be able to cut through iron like mud, they were close enough.

Xie An used Li Zhonglin's clothes to wipe the blood off the dagger and then reinserted it into the leather scabbard in his sleeve.

A mountain wind howled, and the lanterns scattered on the ground emitted a dim light before suddenly going out.

Two gradually cooling corpses lay in the weeds, their blood seeping into the soil.

The wind was still howling through the valley, swirling up grass and the smell of blood, as if nothing had happened.

Only the faint lights of the camp in the distance were still flickering.

Xie An stood up and looked at the camp in the distance. "All eleven patrolmen are dead. Only Shen Molan and six soldiers remain. Compared to these half-baked patrolmen, the soldiers are obviously more difficult to deal with. Especially that Shen Molan, she's probably a trained fighter. We can't afford to be careless at all."

call!

Xie An took a deep breath, his eyes becoming increasingly firm and sharp.

"But if I live, you must die!"

He took a step, activated Shadow, and once again merged into the darkness.

Before long, Xie An arrived outside the camp, only two meters away from the barbed wire fence.

The area was completely enclosed by barbed wire, with only a temporary doorway for entry and exit.

Xie An had only just entered the Copper-Muscle Realm and was far from possessing the ability to leap over walls and scale eaves three or four meters at a time. Rashly crossing the barbed wire fence would surely make a noise and attract the attention of the soldiers inside, which would be troublesome.

After all, the soldiers had guns.

If I were shot... that would be terrible!

Xie An checked the time on his pocket watch.

3:40.

It's almost dawn.

Without further hesitation, Xie An immediately sent a message to Luo Bosi.

Luo Bosi was a quick and efficient person. She immediately carried the coffin down the fence and wandered around for a while, which immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers inside.

A sharp-eyed soldier was the first to spot the radish and shouted, "Look! This skeleton is really carrying a coffin! Quick, go report to Commander Shen!"

The other soldiers all turned to look in the direction of Luo Bosi. They all shouted, and some went to their tents to report to Shen Molan.

Soon, Shen Molan, dressed in a military green uniform and wearing leather boots, walked out of the tent and saw the radish outside the fence.

Even this seasoned military officer couldn't help but take a deep breath, but she didn't lose her composure. "Send four men immediately to hunt down that skeleton! Whoever finds the coffin will be promoted one rank and rewarded with one hundred silver dollars. Whoever captures the skeleton will be promoted two ranks and rewarded with three hundred silver dollars."

At a command, four soldiers, rifles in hand, burst through the iron gate and rushed out to chase after Luo Bosi. Luo Bosi, however, had already made her escape, heading straight for Qinghe. In no time, both sides had vanished from sight.

Shen Molan stood at the tent entrance watching the whole time. Once the soldiers had chased them out of sight, she said, "Zhu Quan, close the fence. Don't let anything in."

"Yes, sir." Zhu Quan immediately closed the fence and sprinkled some lime mixed with cinnabar on the wire gate.

At this moment, Shen Molan instructed Ding Si, who was standing beside her, "Ding Si, you stand guard at the tent entrance and report immediately if anything happens."

"Yes." Ding Si nodded in agreement and took up his rifle to guard the gate.

Beneath a tree at the edge of the fence, Xie An, hidden in the darkness, observed everything, thinking to himself: This Shen Molan is quite cautious; she's managed to hold back even after all this. She even sprinkled cinnabar and lime on the wire fence; it seems she knows there's something dirty here. Even though I just slipped in while they opened the gate, it won't be easy for me to make a move.

Xie An did not rush to act, but instead considered the matter carefully:

These two soldiers were significantly more alert than the patrolmen, and they were also physically strong, indicating they had undergone military training. I only have one chance to strike; the best course of action would be to kill them both instantly.

Unfortunately, the two soldiers were far apart; if one was killed, the other might react in time.

That would be troublesome.

After weighing his options, Xie An decided not to rush things. Instead, he went to the side of the tent to see what Shen Molan was doing inside.

Unfortunately, the tent was dark and had no windows.

Xie An couldn't lift the cloth door to look, because that would expose him...

After much deliberation, Xie An was waiting for an opportunity.

finally--

Splash!

A gust of wind swept in, making the tent rattle. Xie An, who had circled around to the other side of the tent, immediately took advantage of the cover of the wind to cut a small opening with his dagger and then peered inside.

Suddenly, Shen Molan was seen standing upright in front of an old-fashioned full-length mirror, holding a gun in her hand and staring intently at the mirror.

So cautious?

Why did the name Laojun Mountain put so much pressure on the people in the Governor's Mansion?

Xie An glanced at the sky and saw that the east was already turning a pale white.

Looking at his pocket watch again, it was past four o'clock.

It's almost dawn.

We can't delay any longer...

Since the other party is not giving us a chance, we should take the initiative to create one.

With this in mind, Xie An no longer hesitated, immediately struck a match, and set the tent ablaze...