During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

In fact, Li Ji had already noticed Wen Lin's presence.

He didn't rely on his eyes or his ears, but on his nose.

As long as a person is alive, he will have the scent of water on him.

Only the dead, especially long-dead corpses, will not have the smell of water on their bodies.

This water could be sweat or flowing blood; as long as it wasn't too far from Li Ji, he could sense its presence.

Although he noticed that an outsider had sneaked into the courtyard, Li Ji didn't pay much attention to it.

It's like a small insect invading someone's house; it won't have any impact on the person.

As long as the insect doesn't swagger in front of people or crawl onto their dining table, nothing will happen.

But now, this insect is probing his presence.

It's like an insect crawling onto someone's clothes; it doesn't cause any harm, but it's still unsettling.

At this moment, Li Ji had this attitude towards Wen Lin, who was hiding in the shadows.

However, he didn't need to make a move; Wu Nian and Hei Hu by his side would naturally find him.

Wu Nian appeared on the steps below the pavilion, sensed the surroundings carefully, and then disappeared again.

It wasn't that he failed to sense the presence; rather, he had already detected Wen Lin's aura and concealed his presence to launch a better attack.

Black Tiger also roughly sensed Wen Lin's location. It stopped sniffing around and stared intently at the southwest with its huge tiger eyes, as if trying to confirm whether there was anyone there.

Wen Lin was huddled in a tiny patch of shadow; it wasn't that he couldn't move, but that he dared not.

Although the black tiger was somewhat strange, he was still capable of leaving safely.

However, the two auras that were secretly locking onto him made him feel like he had thorns in his back, and he dared not move an inch.

One of the auras, sinister and unpredictable, was like a venomous snake eyeing him. If he swayed even slightly, the snake would immediately launch a fierce attack.

At this point, Wen Lin knew that this aura must belong to the red and black masked man who had briefly appeared earlier, and was also the owner of the third breath.

This person's breath was so light it was almost imperceptible, and it was perfectly synchronized with the first breath.

Even Wen Lin couldn't guess whether the black-robed man wearing a red and black mask was hanging upside down on the pavilion above Duan Shui's head or hiding under the stone table.

Wen Lin couldn't think any further at this point.

Because the second aura was extremely terrifying, like a sprawling swamp, it blocked all his escape routes, leaving him stranded on an isolated island.

Just then, Wu Nian, who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly sprang into action and launched an attack on a stone wall on the southwest side.

The stone wall looked empty except for a small patch of shadow that was obscured.

But at this moment, a human face suddenly appeared in the shadows, and the owner of this face was none other than Wen Lin.

Wen Lin's eyes widened to their maximum, and the ghost was terrified.

Suddenly, more than a dozen thick black chains shot out from Wu Nian's sleeve, each with a sharp whistling sound as it aimed at Wen Lin's vital points.

Three chains rushed towards his upper body, one locking the brow, intended to kill in one strike. Another swept across the throat cartilage, intended to suffocate him. The third went straight for his shoulder and neck, aiming to render him unable to retaliate.

There are also four chains that cross the waist and abdomen, two of which go straight for the heart, and three that wrap around the left and right sides. These are moves that break the energy flow of the internal organs and bind the body.

Finally, three chains descended upon the lower body, two of them heading straight for the knees, intended to prevent the user from maneuvering or dodging.

Each chain was like a second-class swordsman, wielding a sword and thrusting it at Wen Lin simultaneously.

These chains, when added together, number more than a dozen.

In other words, Wen Lin was facing a simultaneous attack from more than ten second-class killers.

What's even more terrifying is that these dozen or so second-class killers are all of the same mind, and with them working together, the danger level increases exponentially.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Wen Lin could no longer remain hidden.

What made him even more desperate was that the terrifying aura in the shadows was still locked onto him.

This left Wen Lin helpless as the sharp chains shot towards him, the shadow of death rapidly magnifying in his mind.

He frantically searched for a way out, but the only answers he could come up with were whether to die quickly or slowly.

At that moment, Wen Lin regretted it.

He regretted barging into the residence of a first-class person, and even more so, he regretted secretly observing the other person's behavior beforehand.

The strength of a top-tier expert is beyond his comprehension, not even that of a newly promoted top-tier expert.

He considered himself superior to ordinary second-class killers because he was under the command of the leader of the killing platform.

Little did they know that between the second-class "killing" and the first-class "heaven" classes, there was a chasm as vast as an insurmountable barrier.

Moreover, by this point, Wen Lin also understood that the water cutoff was definitely more terrifying than it appeared on the surface.

That water shortage is definitely not as simple as a newly promoted top-tier expert.

First of all, it was just a matter of sending a letter to their leader. Any low-level assassin of the fourth rank would have been enough. However, the leader entrusted this matter to Lord Taotie, one of the Four Fiends. He should have realized the importance attached to it.

Secondly, there are many rumors surrounding the water cut-off incident, which he didn't believe at all before, but now he feels that they are probably not unfounded and may even be true.

These things flashed through Wen Lin's mind one by one; there were too many strange things about Duan Shui.

Previously, Wen Lin had subconsciously ignored those things until the shadow of death enveloped him, at which point he suddenly realized it.

But now, it's too late.

Wen Lin could already feel the thick, black chains tearing through his skin; it was a rough, cold sensation with a faint smell of rust.

But the next moment, as if they were alive, the chains changed direction, leaving Wen Lin's vital points and instead wrapping around his entire body layer by layer.

The reason Wu Nian didn't kill Wen Lin was, of course, because Li Ji ordered him to do so.

If they were to directly tell Wu Nian aloud, it would probably be too late.

However, Li Ji could use the Yue She Life Gu to transmit the sound directly to Wu Nian's ears, which enabled Wu Nian to turn the killing into binding and capture Wen Lin.

The moment he was captured, Wen Lin was stunned for a moment, then shouted excitedly:

"Lord Duan Shui, please have mercy!"

I am Wen Lin, one of the Eight Desolate Beasts under the command of the leader of the Killing Platform. I would never dare to offend you intentionally.

Lord Taotie sent me specifically to deliver a secret letter from the Sect Leader. This letter is still with me. I hope Lord Duanshui will spare my life, considering my role in delivering the letter.

Before this, Wen Lin had never had the chance to say these words, because he was already locked in by the aura, and if he opened his mouth, his head would probably fall to the ground instantly.

Having just been captured, Wen Lin spoke hastily, fearing he would not have another chance to speak later.

Upon hearing that it was a letter from Lü Buwei, a hint of surprise flashed in Li Ji's eyes, but he immediately understood.

It seems to be related to the matter of the Shadow Guard Commander.

Li Ji didn't waste words with Wen Lin. He directly ordered Wu Nian to bring Wen Lin over. Wu Nian then found a wax pill on Wen Lin's body, and inside the wax pill was a piece of dark silk cloth covered with small characters.

Li Ji took the dark silk cloth, and when he saw what was written on it, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.