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

Ignoring the pain, he quickly caught up with them.

Chapter 2 Put those things down!

The stream flowed gently, and every now and then, a few fish could be seen swimming by, swishing their tails. Jiang Mo poked his head out, staring at the reflection in the water.

His face was thin and bony, giving the impression of malnutrition.

Like most mixed-race individuals, while their overall appearance conforms to the traditional aesthetics of the Central Plains, they also possess a touch of wildness from the Baiyue people.

His deep, dark eyes were particularly impressive.

If he could have enough to eat and wear, he would surely grow into a handsome and dashing young gentleman. However, his current pale face and battered appearance actually evoke a sense of pity.

"They're quite cute."

Jiang Mo grabbed a grilled fish from the fire and stuffed it into his mouth. With his mouth full of oil, he mumbled something indistinctly and gave a simple critique of his model.

Then my gaze shifted to the upper reaches of the stream.

Referring to wilderness survival videos he had seen on Bilibili, Jiang Mo used stones to build a simple fishing trap in the stream.

Overall, the trap is shaped like the number eight, and the small opening is sealed off by a ring of stones.

Inside the circle, Jiang Mo scattered some live earthworms he had dug up as bait to attract the fish to actively crawl into the trap.

At first glance, this rudimentary trap seems unreliable.

However, these clumsy creatures, once they crawl into the circle of the figure-eight shaped stone pile, often find it difficult to turn around and find the narrow opening to crawl out.

Jiang Mo doesn't need to lift a finger; he just needs to wait patiently to catch the fish.

Suddenly, several familiar figures came into view upstream. Jiang Mo immediately sat up straight and looked up at the children who were carrying wild fruits and rabbits.

What a small world!

With this thought in mind, Jiang Mo subconsciously touched the sharp, slender object in his arms, squinting at the few guys he could no longer avoid.

"Hey? Everyone, look who's this?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, they're already eating, how leisurely!"

"There's nothing we can do. We can't compare to this kid. After all, he only needs to worry about himself."

As Jiang Mo recognized those people, they also noticed him grilling fish.

The mocking laughter immediately followed, and the group swaggered toward Jiang Mo, soon spotting the fishing trap made of piled stones.

"Not bad, you've been quite sensible today, you've even prepared the prey for us guys."

Upon seeing the few fish swimming around foolishly in the stone circle, the leader child, whose cheek was tattooed with an abstract wolf pattern, immediately lit up and jumped into the stone circle.

Without saying a word, the wolf reached out and grabbed the fish.

In fact, these children, who usually travel together, have a very good catch, and they are not short of fish these days, which are not particularly fat.

But so what?

Do we need any reason to bully Mo, this mixed-race bastard?

Before Jiang Mo could even respond, the wolf, carrying the fish in its hand, was about to go ashore to rejoin its companions. It kicked down a pile of rocks that had been forming a trap, and then, feigning generosity, said:

"If everyone behaves like they did today, we can all save ourselves some trouble."

"Put those things down."

There wasn't much anger coming from behind him; years of malnutrition had made Jiang Mo's voice sound weak and listless.

But at this moment, it felt like a resounding slap across a wolf's face.

Crackling.

The laughter of the other children abruptly stopped.

"You bastard pig, don't push your luck! You won't bow down until we beat you to a pulp and step on your head, will you?"

His face instantly darkened, and the wolf glared at him fiercely.

Without him saying anything more, the other children around him immediately put down their prey and surrounded Jiang Mo, their eyes revealing a wild and fierce light.

Cruel and tyrannical, truly barbarians.

Faced with the crowd that surrounded him, Jiang Mo remained remarkably calm. He didn't even stand up; he simply raised his voice and shouted:

"Wushuang, someone is trying to steal your food."

"Who?!"

A thunderous roar came from the forest. Before the few guys who had surrounded Jiang Mo could react, a burly figure charged over like a chariot.

Not only were his eyes wide with anger, but he was also holding a gray wolf whose skin had been peeled off halfway.

As Wushuang, who had been rushing too fast, braked suddenly, the dead wolf he was carrying inevitably swayed, and its foul-smelling blood immediately splattered all over the faces of the other men.

The men who had been glaring menacingly just moments before were now too afraid to even breathe.

Looking up at the burly, ageless ghost, and the group of people with their tails between their legs like puppies, a single thought flashed through their minds:

Is this guy eight years old?!

"Fish, mine! I'll roast the squid and eat it!!"

Without Jiang Mo giving any instructions, the peerless ghost rushed over and fixed its gaze on the wolf who was still carrying a fish, uttering broken words from its throat.

His face turned pale and then red, but the wolf dared not challenge the peerless ghost.

Wolf put down the fish he was carrying, glared fiercely at Jiang Mo, then turned around and called to the others to prepare to leave with their respective catches.

"I told you, put your things down!"

Jiang Mo's voice came from behind them again. The wolf was stunned for a moment before it realized that this guy, who they usually let bully them, was now using his power to extort money from them.

"Don't go too far, the Peerless Ghost can't go on forever..."

The reproachful looks from his companions made Wolf feel he couldn't save face, so he braced himself and turned around to threaten Jiang Mo.

Before he could finish speaking, a thin figure pounced on him.

Jiang Mo, who had been sitting upright, dropped the grilled fish in his hand at some point and pounced on the wolf like a hungry tiger, using the momentum to knock it to the ground.

Not only did it press down on him, but it also held a sharp bone hairpin to the wolf's eyes.

The wolf, which had instinctively tried to struggle, suddenly froze.

"No, don't do anything reckless! If you hurt me, my parents won't let you off easily! What are you standing there for? Come and help!"

The panicked wolf instinctively uttered a threat, then turned to call out to its companions.

The only response he received was a fist that rapidly enlarged in his field of vision, which slammed mercilessly into his eye socket with a loud "bang."

"Warrior, one-on-one!"

Hearing the wolf's cries for help, the remaining children wanted to pull Jiang Mo away, but Wushuang Gui immediately stepped forward as well, glaring fiercely at them.

If it's not a one-on-one fight, then it's a group brawl, and it seems they still don't have any advantage...

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment and tacitly chose to remain bystanders.

The punch made the wolf see stars, and seeing that his companions showed no intention of helping him, the wolf could only change his tune and beg for mercy:

"Alright, alright, here you go, you can have it all!"

"boom!!"

"Stop hitting me, bro! I'll call you bro, okay? Stop hitting me! What else do you want? Just say it, bro!!"

"boom!!!"

Jiang Mo was thin and weak, so he couldn't be like Lu Zhishen, who could smash an eye socket with a single punch and make the eyeball go in and out, and kill his opponent with three punches.

But when it comes to fighting, they show no mercy, beating their opponents until they are bruised and swollen.

The children who usually bullied him were terrified and felt a chill run down their spines.

Not long after, watching the group of people help the wolf away, Jiang Mo shook the blood off his right hand, turned around and pushed the pile of spoils in front of him toward the Peerless Ghost opposite him.

"Here's what I promised you would eat your fill."

Without a second thought, Wushuang Gui readily accepted the pile of stolen goods, picked up some wild fruit, and started munching on it, letting out a silly laugh.

"Mo, you're a good person! I'll follow you!!"

"Hehehe, this kid is no good. I think he's sly and wicked."

A string of silvery laughter suddenly came from above. Jiang Mo, who was continuing to grill the fish, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and look up in the direction from which the sound came.

Then you see a girl as bright as a flame sitting on a tree branch, swinging her fair and delicate feet.

Jiang Mo, who was panting and about to close his eyes from exhaustion, suddenly opened them wide again, and a name rushed from the bottom of his heart to his lips.

Flame Spirit Princess?!

It's the loli version!!!

Chapter 3 Be good, call me "sister"~

Upon seeing the phrase "A female companion was born with extraordinary abilities and was named Yan" in the dungeon description, Jiang Mo was certain that he could most likely find traces of Yan Lingji in this dungeon.

But he never expected to run into the other person so soon.

Yan Ling Ji is a female character in The Legend of Qin who is often featured as the main character.

For Jiang Mo, she was a childhood goddess who had left a deep impression on him since his ignorant youth, and of course he was familiar with her appearance and figure.

However, Jiang Mo was indeed not familiar with the loli Yan Ling Ji.

After all, there have never been any scenes of her childhood in the anime. And as we all know, girls change a lot as they grow up, so it's really too much to imagine her childhood appearance based on her adult appearance.

Jiang Mo immediately recognized that the girl in front of him was Yan Lingji.

The reason is simple: Baiyue was a land of poor mountains and bad waters, with scarce resources and a savage populace. Not to mention young children, even many adults often only had animal skins to cover their bodies.

But the girl in front of me was wearing clothes made of brocade, which is rare even in the Central Plains.

Unlike other Baiyue children who are exposed to wind and rain all day, have dark skin, and a wild temperament, they are like exquisitely carved jade, with not a trace of dirt on their bodies.