Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

After closing the door, the young lady Lang'er walked slowly to Qin Ning's side.

He reached out to check the other person's breathing and pulse, and after confirming that they were truly unconscious, he walked to the incense burner by the window and extinguished the incense stick.

"Tsk, not bad looking, but too weak-willed. Just like those bookworms, you fainted as soon as you came in. I had to carry you to the bed!"

She spoke with dissatisfaction, reaching out to grab Qin Ning's belt, from which the cat peeked out.

"Huh~ You didn't get dizzy with your little thing." The woman said in surprise.

"Meow?"

A look of confusion flashed in the cat's yellow-blue eyes. Its small body began to sway, and it fell headfirst to the ground.

The woman caught it quickly and carefully placed it on the table.

"Tsk, even a cat takes longer to faint than you, this is too weak."

As she spoke, she picked Qin Ning up from the stool and walked towards the bed curtains that were lightly hung down to the side.

The cat on the table quietly opened its eyes and peeked at the woman who was fiddling with Qin Ning. Then it turned its gaze to a plate of dried meat that was right in front of it.

Well, it took her a lot of determination before she looked away and continued to close her eyes, pretending to be unconscious.

Beside the bed, the woman stared at Qin Ning and touched her chin.

"This Xia man's appearance is really quite good... Let's take off his clothes first, otherwise he won't look like... Wow, his muscles are not small either, so why did he faint so quickly?"

She tore Qin Ning's clothes, then expertly turned him over so he was lying face down on the bed. She then went to the small hall outside, picked up a solid wood chair, and placed it on Qin Ning's waist.

"Alright, he'll definitely have a backache the next day. Give him some ejaculation powder around 5 a.m., and we'll get through tonight... Damn it, why did I ever choose to come to Bei'an City?"

The woman walked to the table, put one foot on the stool, and spoke with dissatisfaction, showing none of the wild and sexy demeanor she had displayed outside.

He was exhausted from head to toe.

She looked down and saw the little black cat on the table.

"I've never seen anyone bring a cat to a brothel before. This person is really good-looking and strange."

She reached for a plate of dried meat on the table, tilted her head back and ate most of it, crunching away for a while before muttering something.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about the important matter."

The woman turned and walked to the bed, reached out and grabbed the bed frame, and began to shake it vigorously.

"Why should I, a mere rooster guard, do this kind of thing... cough cough..."

The woman coughed twice as she talked to herself. She stopped rocking the cradle, walked to the five-poster bed, and took a long robe and draped it over her shoulders.

"Wearing this all the time, I'm so cold I'm coughing...cough cough..."

As the woman returned to the bedside and was about to continue rocking the bed, the smell of her work clothes suddenly vanished, and she became fierce and imposing. She swept her arm across her waist, revealing a short knife in her hand, and pounced straight at Qin Ning on the bed.

"Pretending to faint? Get up, you bastard!"

Qin Ning, lying face down on the bed, looked quite helpless.

When he entered the room and smelled the strange fragrance, he already sensed something was wrong. He activated the [Greed] divine power within his body, instantly refining the medicinal power. Then, he pretended to faint on the table, and even deliberately controlled his pulse and breathing.

Everything was unfolding as he had predicted.

Just now, the Bagua plate that had been burning hot in his sleeve suddenly stopped burning, which made him lose his composure and breathing, allowing the mysterious Lang'er girl to seize the opportunity to expose his weakness.

The unusual movement of the Bagua compass indicates that the evil spirit has left my vicinity by about a mile... It seems that the little evil spirit in the Drunken Flower Pavilion is the kind that can move freely.

Qin Ning pondered, gripping the solid wood chair that was pressing against her lower back. No wonder the man came out this morning clutching his back; it was this thing that was helping...

He rolled on the spot, using the solid wood chair to block the short knife the woman handed him.

"First of all, let me state that I meant no harm, you..."

The woman's fist was Qin Ning's response.

In her code of conduct, it is not important whether others say she has malicious intent; what is important is that she can prevent the other party from having any malicious intent.

Qin Ning leaned back against the wall, and the woman changed her fist into a palm, passing through the gap in the chair and grabbing his wrist.

The moment the two sides made contact, a powerful force immediately came from them.

This person's strength surpasses mine, but fortunately... I began slowly spreading the plague energy as soon as I entered. Through wrist contact, Qin Ning directly injected the plague energy within his body into the woman's body.

Surprise flashed in the other person's eyes. She immediately mobilized her internal energy to resist and tried to retract her arm, but Qin Ning successfully restricted her retreat by using the solid wood chair as a barrier.

Both of them were afraid of being discovered by outsiders, so they dared not make any big movements.

Seeing that she couldn't pull her arm back, the woman suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her two long, tanned legs around Qin Ning's waist.

The old wooden bed creaked and groaned.

The two were separated by a solid wood chair, entangled on the large bed, exchanging blows several times, neither able to subdue the other in a short period of time.

The woman squeezed her legs together tighter and tighter, the veins barely visible beneath her wheat-colored skin.

Wow~ This scene looks a bit erotic at first glance, but Qin Ning, who was in it, felt like her waist was about to be broken.

"I really didn't mean any harm. Don't you have a younger brother named Aman...?"

"Ahem... Your investigation is quite thorough. Are you from the Ferryman's Office? Or the Prince Su's Mansion? Or perhaps you're actually from the grasslands?"

You seem to have quite a few enemies... Qin Ning said helplessly, "None of them. Your brother asked me to come find you."

"Okay, I believe you... cough cough... just let me put the knife to your neck."

"What the hell...!"

The two spoke through the gap between the solid wood chairs. Seeing that the matter could not be resolved through words, Qin Ning slightly parted his thin lips and exhaled a faint purplish-black mist.

The two were standing too close, and the woman was caught off guard and inhaled a large amount, causing her symptoms to suddenly worsen.

It was too late for her to try to mobilize her internal energy to resist the plague, just as she had imagined when her wrist touched it.

"You... cough cough cough..."

The discomfort in her lungs, coupled with the dizziness in her head, prevented the woman from speaking a complete sentence.

After a few more rounds of fighting, Qin Ning successfully countered, breaking free from the legs wrapped around her waist and pinning her opponent down.

"...cough cough cough..."

The woman had lost most of her fighting strength, but she still tried to struggle from time to time. Qin Ning frowned when he saw her like that, and with a tearing sound, he pulled off the silk curtain by the bed and tightly tied her hands, feet and limbs to the bed frame.

Excellent, a fully automatic shaking machine has been created.

After placing the solid wood chair, Qin Ning reached out and touched the woman's forehead, controlling the plague energy within her body to prevent it from eroding her brain.

After several days of training, he was able to consciously drive the plague energy to precisely attack a specific part of the human body.

Instead of, as before, spreading the plague in a rush regardless of the circumstances.

It's just that it can't be done remotely yet.

"Can you listen to me now?"

Looking at the woman struggling beneath him, Qin Ning felt more and more that she was like a lioness caught by a hunter but still unwilling to submit.

He recounted everything Aman had asked him to do, and also gave some details about the Morigen tribe. Finally, he beckoned to the cat on the table.

"Stop pretending to be unconscious, and hand over the dagger that Dada gave you."

"Meow."

The little black cat jumped up from the table, obediently came over, and spat out the exquisite silver dagger inlaid with gemstones.

After a series of verifications, the woman on the bed finally believed that Qin Ning was not an enemy, but really her younger brother who had asked her to come and find her.

"Ahem...then why did you pretend to faint?"

"I smelled the incense as soon as I walked in, so of course I had to see what you were up to," Qin Ning said matter-of-factly.

The woman beneath him blushed, but fortunately, her skin tone made it difficult to notice.

"Cough... How did you know I was here?"

"Coincidence." Qin Ning slowly extracted the plague from the other person's body.

"Cough...then could you...?"

"You have so many questions."

"No, I meant could you please get off me first? Even though I'm easygoing, I don't have the habit of letting someone sit on me while we chat..."