The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

In the afternoon, He Xiu kept his promise to bring her out.

Su Xingmian basked in the sun greedily, her ears perked up.

He Yaozu stood thirty paces away, whispering instructions to the lean man.

The lean man had already sent out the address of their hideout, and Old Fox and his gang would be pouncing on them soon.

But two new words got into her ears.

Logistics vehicle. Refueling.

Her fingertips twitched.

The anomaly I detected yesterday using my demonic power actually concealed a car.

Having a car and not having a car are completely different levels of importance.

After giving his instructions, He Yaozu turned around.

Su Xingmian stood properly, with her hands hanging at her sides and her head slightly lowered.

"Mr. He, may I stay outside a little longer?"

He Yaozu glanced at her, raised his chin, and gestured for her to move around in the vicinity.

Su Xingmian walked about ten steps southwest, squatted down, took off her shoes, and pretended to play in the sand.

The demonic power poured out, reinforcing the previous vegetation markings once again.

More often than not, she focuses on accelerating the recovery of her demonic power. There's no rush; she'll have a chance to mark her before setting off.

He Yaozu stopped three steps away.

"Let's go, it's getting windy outside."

Su Xingmian stood up, patted the dirt off her knees, and jogged a few steps to catch up with him.

"Mr. He, I just saw a lizard. It was huge and ran incredibly fast."

He Yaozu didn't turn around, but just hummed in response.

The two walked towards the stone chamber, with Su Xingmian lagging behind by half a step, her fingers touching the needle pouch in her coat pocket.

With her demonic power restored, she had nothing to fear.

She will also continue to mark the old fox.

If the old fox can't even see this, then she really needs to reconsider this marriage.

The sun is setting in the west.

The big boss has arrived.

When I bent down to enter the door, I almost bumped my head on the door frame.

Two henchmen behind him were carrying bulging woven bags.

"Sir, everything is ready!"

He pulled out his dry rations, water pouches, and fur coat one by one and put them on the table, rubbing his hands together. He glanced at Su Xingmian and grinned.

"Are you satisfied with this girl, sir?"

He Yaozu took the fur coat, weighed it in his hand, and patted the chief on the shoulder.

"Thanks for your hard work. Let's clean up this mess first, and I'll signal you when I get there."

"Understood, understood! Don't worry, sir!"

The leader bowed slightly and led his men out.

His face was glowing, like it was Chinese New Year.

Unaware that they were already a useless card.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The stone door was open, and dry winds carrying sand and soil poured in.

He Yaozu stood at the door and looked down at his palm.

Then he wiped it twice on his trouser leg.

Su Xingmian noticed this action.

He thought it was dirty.

He Yaozu turned around, picked up the military green cotton coat on the table, and walked up to Su Xingmian.

"Put them on."

Su Xingmian took it and put it on, asking in a muffled voice.

"Mr. He, where are we going?"

no answer.

He squatted in the corner and divided the dry rations and water bag into two portions.

The larger one is hung on one's own shoulder, and the smaller one is handed over.

"Take this and don't lose it on the way."

Su Xingmian accepted it with both hands, her head bowed and eyes lowered.

It got dark very quickly.

The two left the stone chamber and walked westward along a narrow ravine.

The wind howled as it rushed in from the mouth of the ravine.

After walking for about ten minutes, the ravine ahead narrowed.

Su Xingmian's demonic power was the first to detect the anomaly.

Above the earthen embankment on the left, a human body temperature and heartbeat await.

Three seconds later, the figure jumped down from the embankment and blocked the road.

She recognized him.

The thug who suggested silencing them in the cellar.

He was in his early forties, and an old scar on his neck stretched from his ear to his collarbone.

His right hand remained behind his waist and he never took it out.

He didn't look at Su Xingmian, but stared at the cylinder on He Yaozu's back.

"gentlemen."

He Yaozu stopped in his tracks.

"Sir, I've been working for you for three months now."

The thug licked his lips and took half a step forward.

"I've done plenty of high-risk, high-reward work. From scouting and selecting locations for hideouts to moving goods and keeping watch, I handled every single one of those tasks."

He took another step forward.

"Now that you're gone, it'll be easy to settle accounts with those people down there, but shouldn't I also settle my own accounts?"

He slowly pulled his right hand out from behind his waist, clutching a knife in his palm.

The wind in the ravine suddenly subsided, the rock walls blocked out the sound, and even breathing became clear.

He Yaozu turned around.

He smiled.

The same smile he gave Su Xingmian when he poured her water in the stone chamber.

The temperature is just right, even the wrinkles at the crow's feet match perfectly.

"you're right."

He nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work over the past three months."

He reached his right hand inside the cotton shirt.

puff.

The sound was muffled.

The thug's smile was still on his face, but his body had already begun to lean back.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground and bounced twice.

His knees bent first, and he fell to the side, hitting the back of his head on the earthen wall of the ditch, scraping off a patch of dirt.

Its eyes were still wide open, but it was no longer moving.

A black cylinder was fitted over the barrel, its metal surface polished to a shine.

Su Xingmian froze on the spot.

It wasn't acting; I was genuinely terrified.

The flower buds closed into a single point, the roots instinctively curled back into the body, and every meridian was sending out an alarm.

She is indeed a spirit, and her demonic power is increasing.

But her physical body is in human form.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the creation of spirits was forbidden; the rules of Heaven were in place.

Her demonic power can spur plants to life, bring life back to the earth, and deliver silver needles, but it can't withstand a single bullet.

He Yaozu patted his clothes and put the gun back behind his waist.

I turned to look at her.

The smoke of battle has not yet cleared.

Su Xingmian shrank back half a step, her shoulders trembling, and tears welling up in her eyes.

This time it's all true.

He Yaozu walked over, shortening the distance to an arm's length.

"Don't be afraid."

His tone was gentle, no different from coaxing a child.

"He's a bad person."

Su Xingmian bit her lower lip and looked away from the corpse on the ground.

His eyes were calm. There was no lingering murderous intent, no pleasure, no guilt.

Even while committing murder, his heartbeat didn't change.

Colder than any human she had ever seen.

She's even colder than that monster.

He Yaozu reached out and reattached the water bag strap that had slipped off her shoulder.

The movement was gentle; his fingers did not touch her body.

"Didn't you like that tractor and the wheat field?" he said.

It paused for a moment.

"I'll take you to see the real thing."

Su Xingmian's brain continued to function despite extreme fear.

He wanted to take her out of the country.

Su Xingmian maintained her terrified expression, nodded, and spoke in broken, fragmented voices.

"Okay... wherever Mr. He says, I'll go..."

He Yaozu looked at her for two seconds, then turned and continued walking.

Su Xingmian followed.

Her hands were hidden inside the cuffs of her cotton coat, her fingertips pressed against the seal of the needle pouch.

One needle is enough. Inserting it into the Fengfu acupoint from behind can instantly incapacitate an adult male.

But Ho Yiu-cho has a habit when he walks.

She observed for three days.

Every seven or eight steps, he would slightly tilt his head and glance back out of the corner of his eye.

The range of motion is extremely small, with the neck turning no more than fifteen degrees. You wouldn't notice it unless you were specifically looking for it.

But this 15-degree angle just covers a fan-shaped area of ​​1.5 to 2 meters behind.

She followed him at a distance that was exactly within this range.

His back has no blind spots.

Su Xingmian loosened the seal on the needle pouch.

If she misses her first attack, she will be exposed.

It's been revealed; it was that muffled thud just now.

Ahead, He Yaozu's steps were steady, his breathing even, and the cylindrical shoulder straps remained firmly in place on his shoulders.

He took his seventh step and tilted his head slightly.