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

After six hours of marching through the no-man's-land, dawn was breaking.

He Yaozu's pace has changed.

Su Xingmian, who was following behind, noticed it immediately.

He pressed his right hand to his temple, and the rhythm of his feet changed from steady to intermittent.

He stumbled the first time, but he managed to stay upright, his back taut, and his steps faltered for only a moment before returning to normal.

The second time, he veered half an inch to the right, his knees bent at an abnormal angle, and he had to pull himself back by sheer willpower.

Su Xingmian hugged the water sac tightly, her voice timid.

"Mr. He, is your headache coming on again?"

He Yaozu stopped, but didn't turn around.

"I can give you acupuncture. Didn't you feel much better after the last treatment?"

He glanced at her sideways, the veins on his temples throbbing visibly.

Without answering immediately, he glanced around at the surrounding terrain, walked to a weathered rock, and sat down sideways.

He was facing away from her, but his body was angled to create a fan-shaped opening.

Elbows resting on knees, right hand always pressed against waist.

Su Xingmian walked behind him and took out her needle pouch.

This time, she inserted the needle half an inch deeper than before.

The demonic power seeped in with the silver needles, passing through the muscle layer and attaching to the nerve nodes deepest in the meridians.

An invisible nail was buried in each position, integrated with his own vital energy, indistinguishable from his own.

When he's calm, the nails seem to be nonexistent to him.

However, as long as the blood and qi rush to the meridians, such as in a fit of rage or fear.

Nails release the power of plants, directly paralyzing nerve conduction.

He Yaozu's shoulders slowly relaxed, and his brows unfurrowed.

He had his eyes closed when he suddenly spoke.

"In 1963, I was leading a training exercise at the foot of Helan Mountain. There was a deputy company commander who was five years younger than me, and he could read topographic maps faster than I could."

His tone was casual, completely different from before.

Su Xingmian's hands didn't stop, the wind blew from the wasteland, swirling the gravel and making a rustling sound.

"I taught him how to choose a campsite, and he was able to use it skillfully the very next day."

He paused for a moment.

"That kid is humble and polite, and he's also very clever. He remembers everything you tell him. When it's just the two of us in the tent, he'll redraw what he learned during the day for me, and it's even neater than what I taught him."

His lips twitched.

"That person has something that is very rare."

He tilted his head slightly.

"You're a bit like me."

Su Xingmian lowered her eyes and didn't reply.

She didn't know who he was talking about.

He Yaozu didn't continue speaking.

He raised his hand and touched his temple; the nerve that had been throbbing for six hours finally calmed down.

"alright."

Su Xingmian put away the needles and returned to her original position.

Just as the silver needles were sheathed, her demonic senses were jolted by something.

south.

Passing through the gravel and dry wind of the gray-white wasteland, a familiar scent is rapidly approaching.

Clear and orderly.

Old fox.

Su Xingmian's heart skipped a beat, and the deep green of her pupils surged.

She bit her tongue, suppressing every expression.

He caught up with us.

He understood every clump of grass she left behind that deviated from the path, and every demonic mark she left when she touched the ground barefoot.

Su Xingmian didn't even have time to savor this confirmation.

A hand grabbed her wrist.

He's so strong it hurts his bones.

There was no smile left on He Yaozu's face.

"Xing Mian."

This was the first time he had called her name.

He pressed his thumb against her pulse and rubbed it.

"You're really different from other women."

Su Xingmian didn't move.

"Your body temperature is at least three degrees lower than normal."

Su Xingmian didn't move.

"I've walked for so long, and I don't even have a single blister on my feet."

His voice remained steady.

"You know acupuncture, your physical strength is no less than a man's, and you have a face that shouldn't be in the countryside."

He rubbed it again with his thumb, this time with even more force.

"I really want to take you with me."

He paused.

"But what I really want to know is who you are."

Su Xingmian did not struggle.

She looked up and met He Yaozu's eyes.

There was a two-second silence.

The wind of the wasteland passed between them, stirring up a wisp of sand.

In her demonic perception, that clear, cool aura had already approached within fifty meters.

"Mr. He, the radio station wasn't corroded by salt, alkali, or moisture."

The sound was carried away by the wind.

"I destroyed it."

He Yaozu's expression changed drastically.

The fingers gripping her wrist twitched slightly.

The next instant, he released his grip, took a half step back, and drew his gun with his right hand.

The movements were so fast that they were silent.

The gun was pointed at her, less than a meter away.

His hands were steady.

But my temples started throbbing.

The raging blood and qi surged up and poured into every meridian.

The nails embedded in the nerve nodes exploded simultaneously, and the power of the plants penetrated into the nerve endings.

The dizziness surged from the back of my head forward.

The gun barrel wobbled.

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

The sound was squeezed out from between his teeth, distorted.

Su Xingmian stared at the swaying gun barrel.

She was calculating.

His dizziness will not last more than three seconds.

Three seconds later, his breathing will return to normal, his pupils will refocus, and the gun will be aimed again.

By then, she won't even have a chance to move.

The first second.

Su Xingmian rushed forward.

Cut in along the inside of his right arm where he was holding the gun.

The gun barrel has blind spots in its firing arc; if it moves close to his arm, he can't hit it.

The second second.

With his left hand gripping the strap, and his right hand holding a silver needle with three fingers, he pierced the thickest muscle in the web of his hand.

He Yaozu's fingers twitched violently, and the gun slipped from his palm, hitting the gravel and bouncing twice.

As the silver needle was pulled out, the right hand simultaneously snapped the strap buckle.

The metal buckle snapped off, and the map cylinder slipped off his shoulder.

Su Xingmian caught the cylinder with her body.

The third second.

She took five steps back.

He Yaozu looked down at his trembling right hand, then at his empty shoulder.

Look again at the gun on the ground.

"What did you do during the acupuncture just now?"

Su Xingmian retreated to a distance of seven steps from him, her voice unsteady, but every word was clear.

"Mr. He, you are too greedy."

She took a breath.

"It gave me the opportunity to make two moves."

He Yaozu smiled.

A hoarse laugh squeezed out of his throat.

"You still know nothing about me."

He took a deep breath.

Once. Twice. Three times.

The paralyzing effect began to wear off as he exhaled for the third time.

The fingers went from twitching to trembling, and from trembling to stiff.

He bent down, picked up the gun, and switched it to his left hand.

The gun barrel was raised again.

"The map is not necessary."

His voice returned to normal, and even his tone was as gentle as it had been in the stone chamber.

"I can recite most of the key coordinates."

He took a step forward.

"But you can't stay alive."

Su Xingmian hugged the cylinder and backed away, the gravel under her feet crunching.

He Yaozu's index finger touched the trigger.

A shot rang out.

The bullet struck the gravel half a meter in front of He Yaozu's feet, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust.

He Yaozu's body stiffened.

It wasn't because of the bullets.

It's because of that sound.

Unhurried and gentle, clear and bright.

"Officer He, it's been a long time."