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

Su Xingmian was awakened by the aroma of food.

The first thing I did upon regaining consciousness wasn't to open my eyes, but to look inward.

The flower buds have opened in five layers.

The roots were twice as thick as before, deeply and firmly embedded, and the demonic power in the meridians was full, surging towards the extremities.

The changes brought about by the transformation of merit were even more dramatic than she had anticipated.

Su Xingmian was so happy she almost did a somersault.

But she didn't move.

He was lying on a military overcoat, and the back of his head was resting on something hard and hot—his arm.

I was enveloped in a dry, warm embrace.

At this temperature and with this heat source efficiency, it works even better than sunbathing.

She doesn't want to get up.

A thumb gently rubbed against the back of her head.

"Open your eyes when you wake up."

The voice came down from above, low and hoarse, slow and deliberate.

"If you pretend to be asleep, you won't get breakfast."

Su Xingmian cursed inwardly.

Old fox.

You could even detect the slightest change in her breathing rhythm?

She mumbled something and nudged his chest, her voice muffled by the fabric of his clothes.

"Still not awake...and cold..."

My fingers slid down an inch from the button, slipped into the gap of the shirt collar, and touched warm skin.

Zhou Bingheng's abdominal muscles tensed.

He used his right hand to pull the cold hand out, clenched it in his palm, and didn't let go.

"Thirty-five degrees."

He gave a number.

"You were 34 yesterday, and you've gone up a degree today, so it's not cold anymore."

Su Xingmian: ...

Just as they were at an impasse, the tent flap was lifted.

"Second brother, breakfast is ready!"

Zhou Bingwen carried in two enamel mugs, and as he stepped inside, his eyes were met with this scene.

His second sister-in-law was lying on top of his second brother, her hair a mess, one hand was being held by his second brother, and the fingers of her other hand were hooked around the edge of her collar.

His second brother was leaning against his backpack, his uniform crumpled up, with gauze peeking out from his left sleeve and two buttons askew on his shirt collar.

Zhou Bingwen's hand trembled as he held the enamel mug.

The hot porridge sloshed to the edge.

He put the porridge on the ground.

"Second brother, you can't exert yourself because your arm is injured."

He paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

"Do you want me to help you break your second sister-in-law off?"

"Need not."

As soon as Zhou Bingheng finished speaking, Su Xingmian let go of his hand.

She smelled the porridge.

The millet porridge, with red dates added, also has a sweet taste of dried fruit.

Su Xingmian emerged from his military overcoat, his cheeks marked with the wrinkles of the fabric, his eyes half-closed, and reached for the enamel mug.

Zhou Bingwen glanced at her.

The first thing a person does upon waking up after sleeping for a day and a night is to prepare porridge.

His worries were abruptly suppressed.

Su Xingmian held the enamel mug, not minding the heat, and sipped it into her mouth one bite at a time.

The millet porridge melted in her mouth, and she squinted her eyes.

Delicious.

It's not quite the same as Grandma's cooking; the rice isn't as mushy, but it has more dates, and the sweetness seeps into every grain of rice.

She drank quickly and with relish, her cheeks puffing out as she held the enamel mug in her hands, wrapping both hands around it, savoring its warmth.

Zhou Bingwen squatted down beside him and watched, and the tension that had been taut in his heart for a day and a night eased considerably.

As long as you can eat it.

It's even better that you can eat like this.

Su Xingmian finished the last mouthful of porridge, licked the rim of the jar with her tongue, and even picked up a piece of red date skin that was stuck to the edge.

Then I looked down and saw the bottom of the tank.

On a white porcelain background, three dark blue characters.

Zhou Bingheng.

The engravings are old, and the edges are worn smooth; it has been used for many years.

The flower bud trembled slightly deep within my soul.

She looked up at him, holding the empty jar.

Zhou Bingheng was drinking porridge from another jar handed to him by Zhou Bingwen. A small strand of hair was sticking up at his temple, and there were faint yellow stains of iodine on the gauze on his left arm.

He ate his porridge very properly, one spoonful at a time, without rushing.

Su Xingmian turned the jar over and looked at the three words again.

She was using his personal belongings.

My feelings took a turn, and I can't quite describe them.

She put the jar down without saying a word.

Footsteps came from outside the tent, and Liang Jin's voice boomed in through the canvas.

"Political Commissar, the communications platoon has arrived!"

Zhou Bingheng put down the enamel mug and stood up.

Su Xingmian felt the heat source leave, and her back immediately felt cold. Her fingers unconsciously grabbed at the air.

He glanced back at her.

"Wrap your coat around yourself."

Su Xingmian obediently pulled up her military overcoat, covering herself up so that only her eyes were visible.

His scent lingered on the coat; it was clean and had a slightly dry, smoky smell, like it had been smoked over a charcoal fire.

Let's just use it as a heat source for now.

Zhou Bingwen packed up the first-aid kit on the side, muttering to himself.

"Second sister-in-law, you've slept for a whole day and night."

"Um."

I took your temperature six times.

"Um."

"A perfect 35 degrees Celsius, it hasn't gone up another degree. Are you a cold-blooded animal?"

Su Xingmian, wrapped in her coat, didn't respond.

Zhou Bingwen opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't ask any further questions.

Liang Jin reports:

"He Yaozu is very stubborn and won't say a word. He's quite emotional, though, and keeps pressing his temples, sweating from the pain."

Zhou Bingwen interrupted with his voice.

"I've examined him. His symptoms suggest that his nervous system has been interfered with by some external force, but we can't find the cause. There's no muscle damage, no foreign objects under the skin, it's just a problem with nerve conduction, causing intermittent attacks."

It paused for a moment.

"I've studied medicine for five years and I've never seen anything like this."

Inside the tent, Su Xingmian was nibbling on the collar of her military overcoat, her face innocent.

The plant nails she planted in He Yaozu's meridians could not be detected, of course; they were demonic energy.

Without her actively triggering it, it will dissipate on its own in two days.

Keep listening intently.

Zhou Bingheng's gaze swept over her, lingering for less than a second.

"Leave him alone for now, we'll interrogate him when we get to the division headquarters."

Let's get back to the main topic.

"The original map cylinder was immediately sealed, and two copies were made. One copy was to be carried along, and the other copy was to be personally delivered to the division headquarters' confidential section by Xiao Zhao."

Liang Jin made the arrangements immediately.

Zhou Bingheng turned to Su Xingmian and squatted down in front of her.

"Mianmian, there's something I need your help with."

Liang Jin and a communications soldier carrying a radio looked at her.

Su Xingmian peeked half her face out from under her coat.

"When Ho Yiu-cho sent a telegram on the radio, you said you memorized all the Morse code."

"Could you repeat it?"

The communications soldier opened his notebook, a pencil sharpened to a fine point, hovering above the paper.

Su Xingmian sat up a little straighter inside her military overcoat and cleared her throat.

"The first group, three short and two long, one short and one long, three short..."

The communications soldier's pencil fell onto the paper, scratching softly in rhythm with her movements.

Su Xingmian enunciated clearly, leaving a half-second interval between each set of Morse code.

The communications soldier paused for a moment after writing the fourth line.

He looked up and glanced at Zhou Bingheng.

Zhou Bingheng slightly raised his hand, signaling to continue.

There are eleven sets of Morse codes in total.

Su Xingmian finished reading her entire set without missing a single word.

There was a two-second silence in the tent.

The communications soldier looked down at what he had written down, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"besides."

Su Xingmian spoke again.

"After he turned off the radio, he said, 'Sentry post number seven, 3 PM shift change, west exit of the tunnel.'"

The communications soldier poked a dot on the paper with the tip of his pencil, and looked up at Zhou Bingheng at a noticeably faster pace.

Highly classified military deployment details.

Zhou Bingheng nodded his chin.

"remember."

The communications soldier finished writing with his head down.

Su Xingmian tilted her head.

"Oh right, he also said something, not the 'ta-ta-ta' kind, but something else. I didn't understand it, but I remembered it."

She opened her mouth, and a string of syllables rolled out from the tip of her tongue.

Russian.

The intonation, the emphasis, the pauses, and the way the final sound is indistinct are all perfectly replicated.

Everyone in the tent was stunned.

The communications soldier's pencil hung in mid-air, his mouth agape.

Liang Jin stood motionless at the tent entrance.

Zhou Bingwen squatted down next to the first-aid kit, his hand stopping as he unscrewed the iodine bottle cap.

She was wrapped in a military overcoat that was three sizes too big, and her face still looked groggy from just waking up. After repeating what she had just said, she added a sentence.

"He said that in a very soft voice, like he was coaxing a child. I thought it sounded nice, so I wrote it down."

She blinked.

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Bingheng stared at her for three seconds.

The Russian phrase translates to: "Little girl, come with me, there are tractors and big houses over there."

He Yaozu's words to coax her.

She really doesn't understand.

He turned to the communications officer.

"You don't need to memorize the last sentence."

The communications soldier put down his pencil and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Liang Jin wanted to ask what it meant, but in the end, he composed himself and left the tent with the communications soldier.

Zhou Bingwen squatted on the spot, the iodine bottle cap still rolling on the ground. He stared at Su Xingmian for a long time before finally uttering a sentence.

"Second sister-in-law, with your brain, you could earn enough to get three doctorates in our hospital."

Su Xingmian smiled at him, wrapped in her coat, her smile both obedient and innocent.

She looked up at Zhou Bingheng, waiting for him to ask a question.

For example, how can you remember these words perfectly?

For example, how exactly did you do it?

He didn't ask anything.

"Thanks for your hard work."

There are only these three words.

Su Xingmian was stunned for a moment.

Then he buried his face back into the collar of his military overcoat.

My ears are burning again.

It's not because of changes in body temperature.

*

The troops broke camp.

The jeep bounced out of the camp and merged into the gravel road that stretched along the dry riverbed.

Su Xingmian sat in the back seat, with Zhou Bingwen next to her.

Zhou Bingheng and Liang Jin were in the front row.

Ten minutes after the car drove off, the changes in my body began.

As the tires rolled over the ground, the direction of every clump of plant roots beneath them automatically flooded into the sensory system.

The types of shrubs, their age, and their water content within a 100-meter radius outside the car window are all readily available information without needing to be actively identified.

The qualitative change in merit brings not only an increase in demonic power.

It is a leap in the dimension of perception.

The convoy drove into the area of ​​the camp at the foot of Helan Mountain.

In the distance, low walls of barracks, drill grounds, and family quarters came into view.

Su Xingmian had just stepped into the gate of the family compound.

A familiar mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

[Host, we have detected that our target, Zhou Bingheng, has returned to the base with his fiancée.]

[It is recommended that the host leverage their victim status to build a social network, creating a natural setting for further contact and manipulation of the target.]

Su Xingmian paused for a moment.

She didn't see Song Qingqing at all.

Last time on the train, I could barely hear the system's voice from fifty meters away.

Now, conversations at least 400 meters away are crystal clear.

The system is still talking.

[Reassessment of Su Xingmian's threat level: Medium.]

[It is recommended that the host adjust their strategy, abandoning physical elimination methods and instead employing a social-level, destructive approach.]

[Key attack target: Su Xingmian's disadvantageous background.]

Su Xingmian didn't stop walking and followed Zhou Bingwen into the courtyard.

After taking a few steps, she tugged at his sleeve.

"Bingwen."

"Um?"

Whose house is that over there?

She pointed in a direction.

Zhou Bingwen looked in that direction.

"Song Qingqing lives in the division commander's courtyard. Her aunt is the division commander's wife."

He added in a low voice.

"She came back crying the day before yesterday, even more so than those girls who were abducted."

He scoffed and lowered his voice.

"Second sister-in-law, stay away from her from now on."

Su Xingmian nodded obediently.

"I see."

Four hundred meters away, the mechanical voice gradually faded, its last sentence trailing off.

[...A disadvantageous background is the easiest defense to breach.]

Su Xingmian slowly withdrew her gaze.

Threat level: Medium?

too low.

At the entrance of the front courtyard, Zhou Bingheng stood on the steps, talking to a messenger who was delivering documents.

The messenger saluted and ran off.

Su Xingmian walked up the steps, passing by him, and heard him speak softly.

"Go inside and wash your face. This afternoon I'll take you to see where you'll be staying."

Su Xingmian stopped in her tracks.

"Our home?"

Zhou Bingheng turned his face away, not responding to the conversation.

Her ears were bright red.

Su Xingmian stood on the steps, looking at the red on his profile, and her inner bud trembled again.

She couldn't resist and took half a step forward.

"Brother, why are your ears red?"

Zhou Bingheng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"It was blown by the wind."

Su Xingmian, wrapped in his military overcoat that was three sizes too big, nodded with an air of seriousness.

"Oh, it's the wind."

She turned and walked into the house.

She took two steps, turned her back to him, and smiled.

A very soft laugh came from behind me.

It came out low, forced from the throat, slowly and deliberately.

Su Xingmian tripped on the step with her toe.

She squeezed the needle pouch tightly.

In the afternoon, he was going to take her to see his home.

Her home with the old fox.