There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

No matter how loudly he raised his voice, he couldn't hide the tremor in it.

Chapter 17: Just a rabble

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands.

Even in the world of martial arts, the advantage of numbers remains the most obvious and direct one. Otherwise, the various schools of thought wouldn't have needed to recruit so many disciples; after all, there's only one example like the Guigu School.

So, would four people ganging up on him be enough to trap and kill Jiang Mo?

the answer is negative.

Even though the four people who surrounded him were waving their weapons and attacking Jiang Mo at the same time, they still had to keep a certain distance between each other in order to ensure that they would not accidentally hurt each other.

This distance is also a standard for measuring the tacit understanding among those who are surrounding the group.

The group consisted of underlings who constantly surrounded Xiao, and they had worked together to hunt many targets, so they naturally had experience in teamwork.

Therefore, when they surrounded us, the required safe distance was only a few feet.

Even in this small space where ordinary people can hardly stretch their fists and feet, Jiang Mo was able to move around with ease, his elusive figure always finding gaps in the attacks of the group.

For a time, even with the combined strength of four people, they were unable to subdue Jiang Mo!

Even Xiao, standing nearby, was stunned.

Little did this guy know that Jiang Mo, who usually just accompanied Yan Lingji around and played, actually never slacked off in his martial arts training.

His sparring partners were either Yan Ling Ji or Wu Shuang Gui.

These two individuals are a perfect match. One is born with the ability to control fire, while the other possesses superhuman strength. Their combat prowess far surpasses that of ordinary children, and they are both extremely formidable opponents.

Even when sparring or training, Jiang Mo never dared to directly block their attacks.

If you can't block it, then you can only dodge.

If all the hard work Jiang Mo put into honing his martial arts skills over the past two years were converted into experience points, then almost 80% of Jiang Mo's experience would have been invested in how to dodge attacks, which is why he has developed such agile skills.

Even just now, when facing the Blazing Flame Serpent, Jiang Mo wasn't foolish enough to charge in headfirst.

Where are the flames weakest points? What posture should be adopted to minimize the area of ​​injury? What should one do if they are burned?

These were all projects that Jiang Mo had specially trained for.

Of course, no matter how much he hones his martial arts skills day and night, Jiang Mo is still just a ten-year-old child. Although he is very agile, he is nothing special in the martial arts world.

The problem is, he was only facing ten-year-old children.

Since he was a child who had never specifically trained in martial arts and whose combat experience was mostly limited to dealing with wild animals, he naturally could not easily defeat Jiang Mo.

He was even seriously injured by Jiang Mo's counterattack.

Morale inevitably began to plummet.

They were, after all, just children, not seasoned warriors. Unable to break through their defenses and instead facing frequent counterattacks from Jiang Mo, the attackers began to waver.

Taking advantage of their superior numbers, they proceeded step by step, gradually wearing down Jiang Mo's stamina.

This line of thinking seems correct, but it doesn't fit the current situation. You have to remember that they had been chasing the Blazing Serpent relentlessly for quite some time to intercept it. Meanwhile, Jiang Mo, who had found the serpent's lair, was leisurely waiting for it to come to him.

It can be said that they were able to wait in comfort for the enemy to tire themselves out.

If this continues, it won't be Jiang Mo who has to run out of energy, but rather the others who are already panting heavily in front of him!

They attempted a quick victory, but were unable to defeat their opponent in a short time.

If the attrition continues, the side that first shows a weakness will inevitably be itself.

This single-minded approach has backfired, causing the guys besieging Jiang Mo to become completely disoriented and unable to concentrate on the battle.

After all, they didn't come here to kill people, but to find their destined Gu.

Given the current situation, not only will we waste more time, but if we are accidentally attacked and seriously injured by Jiang Mo, will we still have any hope of successfully taming our natal Gu?

With such thoughts in mind, the encirclement inevitably weakened.

Upon closer inspection, the owl, who had been shouting and cursing angrily, not only did not join the beating, but also quietly retreated a considerable distance, clearly preparing to escape.

How could the four people who were ganging up on him possibly stay calm?

Sensing the wavering in their hearts, Jiang Mo seized the opportunity and suddenly burst forth, the previously dormant, intricate black runes on his body beginning to glow with blazing fire.

The surrounding temperature also began to gradually rise.

It seemed that in the next second, terrifying high-temperature flames would roar out like a tidal wave, engulfing all the surrounding enemies.

Such a sign is strikingly similar to the previous sudden appearance of the Blazing Serpent.

Having suffered greatly, the group was immediately alarmed and retreated without hesitation, their combined attack completely destroyed, prompting Jiang Mo to sneer:

What a mob!

In reality, there was no all-consuming flame erupting out at all. Jiang Mo had only caught the Blazing Flame Serpent, but had not yet refined it in an instant.

The blessing that Yan Ling Ji left on him could only store a little bit of flame.

It's more like a hand warmer; it's unlikely to be very lethal. However, it's not entirely without practical value.

For example, right now, haven't we turned the fools who were besieging us into frightened birds?

However, since these people were willing to be good dogs and stop blocking his way, Jiang Mo didn't mind dealing with them later. After forcefully breaking through the opening, he kept his eyes fixed on Xiao and charged towards him!

The footsteps were as dense as a torrential rain, or like the urgent sound of a death knell.

After being ganged up on, Jiang Mo, no matter how agile he was, inevitably suffered many injuries. However, while Xiao was panicked and in a sorry state, Jiang Mo, who had chased after him, looked like a blood-soaked Asura war god.

The cold smile on his lips looked particularly sinister.

"Hurry, hurry! That kid's a madman, a complete madman! I can't die here with him..."

Xiao was clearly panicked, and he was muttering something to himself while holding something in his hand.

Sweat dripped down his forehead from nervousness, but it couldn't wash away the blood and grime on his face, making him look even more disheveled.

Yet a faint blood-red light surged around him and around him.

Jiang Mo sensed something was wrong. Without bothering to figure out what kind of witchcraft the kid might be using, he picked up his hunting knife and threw it.

The hunting knife twirled and spun, like butterfly wings fluttering as it flew toward the owl.

However, the group attack did buy them a considerable amount of time, allowing Xiao to retreat to a sufficiently safe distance.

Before the hunting knife arrived, the witchcraft was already complete.

Amidst the deafening roar, Jiang Mo felt his feet suddenly sink into the ground, and he involuntarily plummeted downwards along with the rubble and mud.

However, before he was completely enveloped in darkness, he heard a scream.

It's unclear exactly where the hunting knife struck the owl, but judging from its horrific screams, it must have been a serious injury.

hiss~

A hissing sound rang out, and bright flames shot out, illuminating the dim cave. Jiang Mo held the Blazing Flame Serpent by its vital spot, his gaze cautiously sweeping around.

There was no one else, at least not Xiao and his gang.

This made Jiang Mo breathe a sigh of relief, but a look of pain appeared on his tense face. He looked up and could vaguely see a sliver of sunlight shining down.

But they couldn't find the place where they had fallen.

It's probably been covered up by that guy Xiao and his men looking for stones or something.

Climbing was definitely out of the question. Jiang Mo dragged his left ankle, which he had sprained during the fall, and slowly explored this previously unheard-of cavern.

It was dark and damp, and unusually spacious, with no signs of any excavation.

It should be a naturally formed underground cave.

That would probably be a dead end.

Jiang Mo's heart sank as his gaze fell upon the scattered bones in the corner. Recalling the witchcraft Xiao had hastily unleashed, a suspicion began to form in his mind:

Could it be that the village chief's family knew about this underground cave all along?

Even if we know this clue, what's the use? We'll still be trapped here and die, just like everyone else. In the end, we'll all turn into bones.

If Jiang Mo were truly an ordinary child, no matter how resilient he was, he would probably have collapsed by now.

But he still did not give up hope, and continued to explore with faltering steps, searching for that glimmer of life that he did not know if it existed.

Trapped in an underground cave, feeling utterly hopeless?

Could it be more hopeless than being locked in a coffin and turned into a corpse puppet in the real world? At least he still has room to move around, doesn't he?

Jiang Mo, finding joy amidst hardship, gradually figured it out.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, just as Jiang Mo was about to stop and rest, an unusual skeleton suddenly came into his view. The skeleton showed no signs of weathering or decay; instead, it shimmered with a faint light, as if it had been carved from glass.

What's even more eye-catching is that it has a pair of wings growing on its back.

Its texture is clearer and closer to that of glass and jade, yet it appears lifelike.

Hmm? The remains of a master?!

Having read countless online novels, Jiang Mo immediately had a bold guess in his mind, but he didn't rush over immediately.

Instead, he took an insect from his cloth bag and threw it over.

Seemingly drawn by something, the insect hummed and struggled to crawl toward the skeleton. But just as it was about to touch the skeleton, with a whooshing sound, several white silk threads emerged from inside the skeleton's wings, binding the insect into a cocoon, and then quickly retracting.

All that remained was a puddle of pus.

This unprecedented scene made Jiang Mo gasp and instinctively take a few steps back. Even the Fiery Serpent in his hand was startled, its flames suddenly intensifying and illuminating the surroundings.

This change, however, allowed him to see some things that he had previously overlooked.

Not far from the strange skeleton, there were characters deeply engraved on the nearby stone wall. Jiang Mo deciphered them and recognized them as Baiyue script:

The Emergence of the Cocoon-like Gu... requires consuming enough Spirit Gu... and can only be touched while in the cocooned state...

Be careful!

Be careful!!

Be extremely careful!!!

The frenzied handwriting at the end of the signature sent a chill down Jiang Mo's spine, but looking at the glass-like skeleton, he couldn't help but glance at the trophy he was holding in his hand.