The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Chen Zhi swung the shovel in her hand, leaving afterimages. She didn't remember how long she had persisted. Her already sore body was now even more aching and numb, and she was only able to hold on by sheer willpower.

Fortunately, more and more people joined in; otherwise, with so many poisonous insects and snakes, they wouldn't have been able to hold on by themselves.

They fought from dawn till dusk. When the last poisonous insect was swatted, Chen Zhi swayed, but she managed to brace herself with her shovel.

The steel plate of the shovel was deformed and looked like it was about to be scrapped.

"Is it over?" Song Yuanzhi's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Xiao Gang glanced at Song Yuanzhi, but said nothing. He rested his hands on his knees, his chest heaving violently.

After a long pause, Xiao Gang straightened up and walked step by step to Chen Zhi, saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have judged you by your appearance."

This seemingly delicate girl persevered all day, which is more impressive than any of the men present. He's being narrow-minded.

Chen Zhi did not respond to Xiao Gang. Her gaze was fixed on a certain spot. The person who was originally exhausted suddenly straightened up, and her clear black and white eyes narrowed slightly.

Xiao Gang sensed a hint of murderous intent within it.

What a powerful aura!

Is this her true face?

Xiao Gang followed Chen Zhi's gaze and saw a person standing at the factory gate. The person was wearing a black cloak and seemed to blend into the darkness.

"Who is he?" Xiao Gang asked.

No one answered, because they weren't sure either.

Chen Zhi was furious; a perfectly good first day of the Lunar New Year had been ruined just like that.

"You deserve to die!" she said.

The man in the black cloak frowned. "It's you again."

Chen Zhi was too lazy to waste words with him. In a flash, she was already in front of the man in the black cloak and threw a punch at him.

boom!

The man in the black cloak was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a snowdrift not far away.

Chen Zhi gave chase, but the cloaked man narrowed his eyes and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Gone?" Xiao Gang's eyes widened. "What kind of supernatural power is this?"

"The hidden techniques from Japan." Old Mu's expression was solemn.

Song Yuanzhi's face darkened. "Those people over there have joined forces with the Japanese!"

"They've always been involved." Xiao Gang wasn't surprised. A bunch of traitors who have forgotten their ancestors, they all deserve to die!

"That person has disappeared, how are we supposed to fight?" Xiao Gang was sweating bullets for Chen Zhi.

The next second, Chen Zhi crashed into a certain direction with a loud crack, and the cloaked man reappeared, only to be sent flying again.

With a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood.

With a stern face, Chen Zhi leaned forward and stepped on the black-cloaked man's chest.

There was another cracking sound, and the cloaked man looked pained.

Xiao Gang felt a sharp pain in his teeth as he heard the cracking sound. How many ribs had broken?

Chen Zhi still felt it wasn't enough. She lowered herself and reached out with her slender, long fingers to grab the cloaked man's pale, bloodless neck.

"Tengshe!"

The cloaked man shouted.

In the blink of an eye, a sudden change occurred: a gaping maw lunged at Chen Zhi.

"Chen Zhi!"

"Be careful!"

Chen Zhi only had time to shift her body slightly before the giant snake bit her shoulder.

Well--

it hurts!

Chen Zhi's face scrunched up, and she subconsciously called out, "Xi Lang~"

She's in so much pain!

Xi Lang arrived at that moment. He saw Tengshe raise its head high, its sharp teeth piercing Chen Zhi's flesh. Chen Zhi, hanging in mid-air, was covered in blood, his life hanging in the air.

His sword flew out from his sleeve, carrying a devastating killing intent, and pierced through the body of the Teng Snake.

"No--"

The cloaked man's eyes were bloodshot, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

However unwilling he was, Tengshe's death was already a foregone conclusion.

The enormous body of the Teng Snake crashed down to the ground.

Xi Lang caught Chen Zhi, pried open the snake's mouth, and freed Chen Zhi from it.

With one arm around Chen Zhi and the other holding a sword, he peeled open the body of the Teng Snake, took out its inner core, and fed it into Chen Zhi's mouth.

"You dare!"

That was a treasure that their clan had raised for hundreds of years!

The cloaked man wished he could grind Xi Lang to dust.

Xi Lang didn't even glance at him, only saying, "Too noisy!"

Then he threw the heavy sword in his hand, which pierced the cloaked man's heart.

The cloaked man's pupils dilated, and he died just like that.

Xi Lang walked over, drew his sword, and turned to look at Song Yuanzhi, Elder Mu, and the others. "I'll take her first. The rest is up to you."

After saying that, before anyone else could react, he vanished from the spot.

The wind howled, waking everyone present.

"That person just now—" Xiao Gang didn't know how to describe him.

"He is Master Xi," Song Yuanzhi said.

Chen Zhi was exhausted, even in her dreams she was weary. She slept for a long time, unwilling to wake up.

Along the way, someone fed her water several times and whispered many things in her ear.

So noisy!

Annoyed to no end, Chen Zhi slapped him.

With a snap, Xi Lang froze, then laughed, "Looks like you're recovering well."

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Xi Lang went out to tell Jiang You that he and Chen Zhi could not keep their appointment. When Jiang You learned that Chen Zhi was injured, he said he wanted to visit her, but Xi Lang refused, saying that Chen Zhi had not woken up.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Xi Lang went out again to help Song Yuanzhi solve some problems.

Old Zhao and Ouyang Qiantong have been found; they're in the textile factory.

The two were in terrible shape, their bodies covered in wounds, and they were on the verge of death. If they had arrived half an hour later, it would have been too late.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Xi Lang didn't go out and stayed with Chen Zhi in bed all day.

It wasn't until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year that Chen Zhi opened her eyes, and her first words were, "Hungry."

Her wounds have healed, leaving only light pink scars. These scars are fading day by day and will disappear completely in less than half a month.

She digested the swallowed inner core and regained her full energy.

Now she only has one feeling: hunger, so hungry she could swallow a whole cow.

"I made you some steamed buns, I'll go heat them up for you now." Xi Lang kissed her on the cheek, casually threw on a coat, and went downstairs.

When Chen Zhi finished showering, changed into clean clothes, and came downstairs, the steamed buns were ready.

"Eat the steamed buns first, and I'll cook something delicious for you at noon."

Besides steamed buns, Xi Lang also made soy milk. The boiled soy milk was piping hot. A steamed bun and a sip of soy milk was incredibly satisfying.

Chen Zhi ate a full twelve steamed buns before stopping.

"Holding on?" Xi Lang asked.

Chen Zhi grunted in response and slumped onto the sofa, remaining motionless.

Xi Lang sat down next to her. "Let me rub it for you."

Chen Zhi lifted her eyelids to glance at him, letting him do as he pleased.

"Are you still angry?" Xi Lang asked in a conciliatory tone.

Chen Zhi remained silent.

Xi Lang sighed; it seemed his anger wouldn't dissipate easily.

"I made you a gift," he said.

Chen Zhi turned her face away, showing no interest.

"It's a weapon." Xi Lang took out what he had prepared. It was a bone whip, made from the bones of a dragon that had been refined and polished.

The bone whip is composed of two hundred and eighty bones, each of which is very smooth, like the finest white jade, and is very beautiful.

Chen Zhi couldn't take her eyes off him after just one glance.