Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

After Mu An walked away, a window quietly opened without making a sound.

The candlelight inside the room flickered, and a figure stood quietly by the window.

"What are you doing here, Lord Wu? The princess didn't let you in. Don't think you can act so presumptuously in front of her just because you're some kind of immortal!"

"I just wanted to ask if I need to intervene in this matter."

"Our affairs are none of your business. Stay away from the princess!"

"Lin Li, shut up!"

"Your Highness, this person has ill intentions, you..."

The person on the hospital bed smiled gently, took Lin Li's hand, and turned to look at the old man by the window.

"Even if we deplete all the medicinal herbs in Qishan, we won't be able to solve this epidemic in a short time. We'll have to trouble the children in the city with the painting master."

"I wish to paint two portraits for the princess, one of joy and one of sorrow."

"Can"

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"The young wench we captured the other day was incredibly pretty, with such a fair and delicate face. She even got shy when the brothers saw her body, it was really amusing. It's a pity the leader is watching her closely, we can only look but not touch!"

"Boss, you don't know any better. The two young masters we captured are also fair-skinned and tender, no worse than those young sissies."

"So, you got to play?"

"Of course! The three leaders only like young women. Those young masters are just thrown into the woodshed, treated like dogs. If you give them a bite to eat, they'll bark for ages, how happy they are..."

"That sounds interesting, but I still prefer women. The chief has always been generous; the captured women are eventually given to our own brothers. We can play with them when the chief gets tired of them."

"Several secondhand goods can't compare to fresh goods. Once the leader gets tired of them, those young sluts won't even react anymore."

"It's no big deal, as long as we can have fun, it's all the same when it gets dark."

"Exactly! The young women we captured are far better than those in the city's brothels. We spent a fortune and didn't even get to enjoy anything."

On the outskirts of Qishan, several bandits stood on a rather simple watchtower, discussing a topic that sounded quite risqué.

It started as a whisper between the two, but soon more and more people joined the discussion, and eventually a group of bandits formed a circle around them, and the conversation became more and more lively.

The conversation started with the young women captured a few days ago, then shifted to the wealthy young ladies captured not long ago, and soon the topic veered further, turning to the wealthy wives captured over the years.

The bandits even had a heated discussion about whether it was better to have a young girl or a married woman.

The last bandit, with a simple and honest appearance, made the final decision, convincing everyone with a single sentence.

No match for a mother-daughter duo!

As soon as he spoke, everyone fell silent and stared at him intently.

As an unknown Confucian scholar once said, food and sex are human nature; this is the great principle of Yin and Yang, in accordance with human reason and the laws of Heaven and Earth.

Topics involving color always get people excited.

The bandits, who had been drowsy, were suddenly wide awake and began to recount their experiences, embellishing their stories.

After being bandits for so many years, these are the kinds of things that can excite them so much.

The captured women were first enjoyed by the leader, and once he was tired of them, they were handed over to the other brothers.

Those who obeyed became "people" in the village, and over time, they had offspring and gradually became members of the village.

If you offer them a little something extra, they can help persuade the newcomers.

Those that don't obey, once they've had their fill and their value squeezed dry, can eventually be fed to the few mountain wolves kept in the village, so they can be considered to have made the most of them.

As for suicide, they have really never seen many people with that kind of courage over the years.

Many people bite their tongues, but very few actually manage to bite them off completely.

Many people ram their heads against the wall, but most of them don't hit hard enough, and if they are discovered, they will only suffer more painful torment.

Being guarded by his brothers, dying wouldn't be an easy thing.

The bandits didn't understand human nature, nor did they understand that in dire straits, people can only deceive themselves, ultimately ending up covered in mud and never having the chance to see the light of day again.

But they were experienced and knew how to make the captured women obedient.

For them, that's enough.

On a moonless and starless night, the world was utterly desolate, and the pitch-black sky covered the heavens, obscuring all light.

Only the bonfire in front of the village brought a glimmer of light to the world, illuminating the land around the village.

A mountain breeze blew in gusts, making the campfire flicker and stretching people's shadows to the edge of the dim light.

Three hundred meters away in the dense forest, Mu An squinted at the bandits who had suddenly become alert, silently sweeping away his plans for the second to twelfth ambush.

He glanced at the Dark Feather Guards beside him, who had completely blended into the night, and then looked at the nine Golden Token Walkers beside him, whose strength was no less than his own.

Without hesitation, Mu An reactivated Plan One.

The night was dark and the wind was high; it was the perfect time to commit murder!

Without further ado, let's be assassins tonight.

"Move! Leave no one alive!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than shadowy figures swept through the dense forest, surrounding the camp from all sides.

Two hundred against three thousand, the advantage is in my hands!

One person only needs to kill fifteen!

The campfire flickered in the autumn wind, and the two bandit leaders who had started the conversation became the center of attention, with more than a dozen people surrounding them, discussing risqué topics without restraint.

The feeling of being the center of attention made the two feel like they were floating on air. After a few sips of wine, they spilled out all their old secrets, which excited the other bandits even more. They couldn't wait to go back to their rooms and have a three-hundred-round battle with someone.

"Back in the day, when I first joined the bandit group, I robbed a merchant caravan with the second-in-command. It was called Qingfeng Trading Company. Along with the caravan was a young lady from the county town. She looked gentle and frail, but her temper was incredibly fierce..."

The bandit leader paused, and more than a dozen eyes immediately turned to him, greatly satisfying his vanity.

Under the firelight, his cheeks were quite red.

"At that time, the second-in-command must have taken some kind of medicine. He imitated those scholars in the city, pretending to be refined, and coaxed and deceived that young woman."

In the end, after several days of no progress, he even slapped that bitch and gave her a good scolding, the insults were truly awful.

Someone interrupted, "Can we tolerate this?"

The bandit leader chuckled, "Endure? What a joke! I grabbed my whip and lashed that little wench right then and there, whipping her until she cried for her parents and kept trying to kill herself!"

Some people are curious: "What happened next?"

He took a sip of his drink and waved his hand: "That little wench has a temper. She didn't back down even after I knocked her unconscious. Do you think I'd let her get away with it? The next day, I threw her newborn son into a vat of boiling oil right in front of her."

She dared to curse me, so I beat her. I beat her for three days straight, each time until she passed out.

Some questioned, "Wouldn't they kill him?"

The bandit leader sneered: "She didn't die. On the fourth day, before I could even make a move, that little wench gave in on her own, crying and begging me."

When her father fed her meat, she didn't dare utter a single word of dissent.

If I didn't think it would be a waste to kill her, I would have beaten her to death with that whining, sobbing look on her face!