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

The soldier's malicious curse struck a nerve with Jiang Mo. He turned around abruptly, the veins around his eyes bulging and writhing like earthworms.

Then, strands of silk suddenly shot out.

Like prisoners who had been starving for a long time, they desperately wanted to pounce on the soldier and have something fresh before he died.

"Stop right there!"

Raising his hand and pinching his aching temple, Jiang Mo roared in a hoarse voice, trying his best to suppress the restless "Breaking Cocoon and Transforming Feather" gu within his body.

The swarming silk threads froze in mid-air, yet continued to struggle.

Only after Jiang Mo gritted his teeth and completely suppressed the Emerging Cocoon Gu did the silkworm, which craved nourishment from flesh and blood, reluctantly retract itself.

Jiang Mo looked up at the soldier from before.

The other party, who was only experiencing a brief moment of lucidity before death, breathed his last while Jiang Mo was struggling against the Emerging Cocoon Gu within him.

Only her angry, wide-open eyes remained fixed on Jiang Mo.

With his eyes lowered, Jiang Mo took a deep breath, but all that filled his nostrils was the pungent smell of blood, constantly arousing the emerging Gu in his dantian.

slap~

The crisp snap of fingers echoed among the lifeless remains of limbs and torsos. The butterflies that had been dancing in the air suddenly turned into sparks and fell, instantly transforming into crimson flames.

Despite the rivers of blood, the flames seemed unaffected.

Instead, it burned even more fiercely in the blood, spreading out and enveloping all the corpses, gradually turning the heavy stench of blood that filled the air into a burnt smell.

Jiang Mo had already silently embarked on his journey home.

When did the flames of war begin to burn?

For the backward and barbaric land of Baiyue, news always seemed to arrive late. By the time Jiang Mo and his village received the order from the Baiyue royal family, the Korean army was already stirring nearby.

If Jiang Mo, Yan Lingji, and Wushuang Gui hadn't been ordinary people, their village might have been wiped off the map after that battle.

But war is always cruel.

Jiang Mo and his group possessed unpredictable and mysterious witchcraft, but South Korea also had renowned armor and powerful crossbows. Even though the village was saved, they still paid a heavy price.

Sister Ming, Uncle Yong...

Too many familiar faces have vanished in the flames of war.

The reasons for the war are still unclear to most of those involved.

The royal family of Baiyue sent an order saying that Korea wanted to invade Baiyue land and launched an attack on the land where their ancestors had lived for generations, burning, killing and looting.

However, the South Korean side has a different story.

Using the Huoyushanzhuang massacre and the disappearance of Right Sima Li Kai as examples, South Korea directly stated that lewd shrines and wild sacrifices were prevalent in the Baiyue region.

The Baiyue royal family had been bewitched by sorcerers and was unable to extricate themselves.

Therefore, the State of Han sent troops to quell the internal strife in the Baiyue region, hoping to purge the court of corrupt officials and restore order to the Baiyue region.

It sounds righteous and awe-inspiring, but it's really just a cover for King Han An's grand ambitions.

Even if Jiang Mo didn't know the truth about Huoyu Manor and other matters from the original novel beforehand, he wouldn't be foolish enough to believe that South Korea was truly so kind.

The conflict between the two countries was already evident when the birthday celebration was held at Huoyu Mountain Villa.

However, he remained restrained at the time. Even Jiang Mo did not expect that the war would come so quickly, destroying his peaceful life that he had been accustomed to in an instant.

What is a chaotic world?

Jiang Mo, whose hands are now stained with blood almost every day, has a clear understanding of this. However, as long as he can help Yan Lingji share the burden, he doesn't mind risking his life as a scout, patrolling around the Korean army all day long.

While reminiscing and pondering, Jiang Mo had already returned to the vicinity of the village.

The village was originally built against the mountain, hidden in an exceptionally dense jungle. Now, in the face of war, it has deployed even more extra camouflage and defenses.

Even if Jiang Mo returns, we must carefully identify him to avoid missing him.

When they finally found the entrance to the village, a shout rang out, followed by the sound of taut bowstrings, and poisoned arrows were already aimed at Jiang Mo.

"Mo, you have returned from your reconnaissance mission."

After pausing to explain, and hearing a few more barks, the tightly closed village gate reopened.

Jiang Mo stepped in and nodded to the wolves surrounded by a dozen or so hunting dogs.

This peer, with whom he had once clashed, now bore many more hideous scars on his face and had become an orphan like Jiang Mo. The grudges from years ago now paled in comparison to the national and personal vendettas.

Seeing Jiang Mo return from his reconnaissance alone, Wolf's face showed only respect, and he silently placed his hand on his chest and bowed to Jiang Mo.

As Jiang Mo stepped into the council hall, he paused, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.

Chapter 61 Wait for me to come back

There was actually no council hall in the village.

After all, although the place is habitually referred to as a "bandit stronghold," it's not some mountain stronghold where outlaws gather, and there's no head leader, second leader, third leader, etc.

Only two people made the final decision.

The village chief and the shaman.

Moreover, the power and affairs held by the two have always been clearly separated and have not interfered with each other. Except for things like the Hundred Poisons Trial, which involves both secular matters and beliefs and witchcraft, one person can usually make the decision.

Even if discussion is needed, it's just a matter of the two of them meeting.

They don't talk about any kind of democracy, so why would they need a specially built council chamber?

However, that was the normal way the village operated, but now that it's been caught up in the war, the situation is completely different.

Whether it's secular power or witchcraft beliefs.

No one can escape this war.

So, at Yan Lingji's suggestion, a temporary council hall was built to collect information from all sides, facilitate overall command, and strive to make the best use of the village's remaining resources and strength.

However, the real mastermind behind it all was Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo wasn't really interested in interfering in the power structure of Baiyue, but he couldn't just stand by and do nothing in the face of the flames of war sweeping across the Baiyue region.

Through the council chamber, Jiang Mo could access information from all sides.

Even if complete transparency of information is impossible, it is still better than going it alone to have a more comprehensive grasp of the changing situation and to cope with the increasingly tense situation ahead.

The council chamber is usually quite lively.

Not only are there skilled and daring individuals like Jiang Mo who constantly bring back information about the outside world and the movements of the South Korean military, but there are also people who can make decisive decisions to deal with emergencies.

Village Chief, Shaman, Flame Spirit Princess.

There should be at least one person presiding over the council meeting.

But today, none of those who hold the most power of discourse are present.

The priestess, now quite old, has been nearing retirement in recent years, and has begun to relinquish almost all her power to Yan Lingji, except for very important matters.

It's not surprising that the old man isn't here.

Jiang Mo was well aware of Yan Lingji's movements; she was probably out negotiating with several nearby villages today, hoping to establish a closer cooperative relationship.

They not only cooperated in offense and defense, but also exchanged resources and other materials.

I'm afraid I won't be back until almost evening.

It would be impossible for Jiang Mo not to worry; he actually wanted to accompany Yan Lingji as her bodyguard.

But they rejected me.

"Amo, I've noticed you're starting to look down on people more and more lately. I'm not some hothouse flower!"

At that moment, Yan Lingji was playing with the raging flames in her hand and glared at Jiang Mo with some annoyance.

Her beautiful eyes, with their captivating charm, exude a thousand different kinds of allure.

Ha, you weren't this assertive last night when your body trembled. Sure enough, you're much more assertive when you're clothed…

Jiang Mo thought to himself, but didn't say it aloud.

After all, there were still guards accompanying her not far away. For the sake of Lady Yan Lingji's dignity, some things could only be said between the two of them in private.

"Besides, Wushuang is with me too, so nothing will happen to her."

Seeing that Jiang Mo still seemed a little uneasy, Yan Lingji patted Wushuang Gui's knee again, and the latter immediately patted his chest and showed a loyal dog-like smile.

"Alright, you need to be careful yourself, don't get hurt by the South Korean army."

Yan Lingji reached out and pushed Jiang Mo towards the village. She turned around and prepared to leave, but after taking two steps, she jogged back.

She hugged Jiang Mo tightly, buried her head in his shoulder, and took a deep breath.

It seems they want to draw courage and confidence from this.

Or perhaps it's some kind of backup hidden energy source like Amo energy.

Jiang Mo, who was already much taller than Yan Lingji, remained silent. He held the girl, who was not yet sixteen, and raised his hand to touch her head, as if trying to transfer the warmth of his palm into her heart.

"Wait for me to come back~"

The soft whispers still echoed in his ear, and the warm fragrance still lingered in his nose, yet Jiang Mo felt an emptiness in his arms.

Yan Lingji gracefully stepped away.

The two of them headed off to their respective battlefields where they needed to work hard and fight.

The scene of their parting was still vivid in Jiang Mo's mind. It was only early morning, but perhaps because of the battle that had taken place between them, it felt like a long time had passed.

For a moment, I couldn't help but fall into memories and reminiscence.

The saying goes, "A day apart feels like three autumns." Jiang Mo had previously thought it was just affectation, but now he truly experienced it firsthand.

"Ha, just standing there ignoring me, how rude!"

A charmingly angry voice rang out, pulling Jiang Mo's attention away from the pull of his memories and back to the council hall before him.

Following the sound, Jiang Mo saw a familiar figure.

Wei, the village chief's daughter who had accompanied him and Yan Lingji to Huoyu Manor for a birthday celebration, was now sitting in the village chief's seat, looking up from a pile of tasks and glaring at Jiang Mo with dissatisfaction.

Their tone, however, sounded quite familiar.