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

"It seems our Ninth Young Master is quite restless himself."

Zi Nu smiled gently. She suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity. She could use the serious matter of the fire at the Blood-Clad Marquis's residence to test Han Fei's attitude.

"How can you treat your distinguished guests so poorly?"

With a flicker of her beautiful eyes, Zi Nu scolded the girls in a seemingly reproachful tone, but there was little anger in her words.

With graceful steps, she prepared to meet Han Fei in person again.

However, before leaving, I couldn't help but glance back at the blazing fire outside the window, and then turned to my younger sister beside me and gave her an instruction:

"Keep an eye on Young Master Jiang's room. If he returns, notify me immediately."

Chapter 106 Let Us Ignite the Entire Night

"Fire! Fire! Help!"

"There must be thieves sneaking into the mansion! Seal off the surrounding area immediately and don't let any suspicious people escape! What are you all standing here for?!"

"Are you crazy? What's in there that would make you want to crawl in?!"

"What is that? A butterfly?? Am I seeing things? How could something like that fly out of the sea of ​​fire... Ugh!"

Panic shouts, calm commands, and agonizing screams...

Various sounds mingled together in the inky darkness of the night, then were drowned out by the crackling of the intensely burning flames, turning into a chilling background noise.

At this time, the Blood-Clad Marquis's mansion was in such a chaotic state that it was beyond description.

If I had to describe it...

He bears a striking resemblance to Jiang Mo, who transformed into a monster in the Nine Netherworlds; he is practically the epitome of chaos and disorder.

Firefighters rushed towards the spreading fire, carrying buckets of water.

Panicked people covered their heads and ran outside.

Fearing that the thieves might take the opportunity to escape, the centurion led his troops to guard the area strictly, and with a cold-blooded and ruthless attitude, stopped all those who tried to flee.

The elite, who knew what lay hidden underground, were determined to delve into the source of the flames to find out.

But just as he made up his mind to risk his life, he was stopped by his comrades who were unaware of what was going on at the edge of the spreading sea of ​​fire.

Once again, butterflies, as beautiful as a dream, fluttered in.

On its already colorful wings, dazzling flames flowed silently, making this already beautiful life seem even more dreamlike.

But behind that dazzling beauty lurks a deadly danger.

Once freed, Yan Lingji casually unleashed a sea of ​​fire that continued to spread. She was seeking revenge for her years of imprisonment here, but the Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterfly's nest, hidden deep underground, was inevitably affected because it was too close.

Driven by their survival instinct, these Blood-Transforming Spirit Butterflies broke through the restrictions left by Bai Yifei and rushed wildly into the outside world.

Following closely behind the sea of ​​fire, they became another major disaster.

"As expected of the Blood-Clad Marquis's residence, it truly shines brightly when it burns; it's quite a sight to behold!"

Yan Lingji, the culprit, stood quietly on the high rooftop.

Although she wasn't exactly petite, the outer garment Jiang Mo was wearing was still a bit too big for her. The garment, which didn't even have a belt, was naturally billowing in the night breeze, revealing a pair of dazzlingly long, white legs.

Bare feet, without shoes or socks, stepped on the roof tiles.

As Yan Lingji subconsciously tiptoed, the instep of her foot tensed.

Even those unaware could vaguely see that there were no undergarments inside.

Yan Lingji, wrapped in loose clothing, inexplicably exuded a cute, homey girlfriend vibe.

Especially with the tall Jiang Mo standing next to him.

It feels like suddenly seeing fireworks in the night sky outside the window, and excitedly dragging your boyfriend out of bed to enjoy them.

In her haste, she hastily threw on her boyfriend's shirt.

But what Yan Lingji admired was not the dazzling display of fire in the night sky, but the struggles and wails within the sea of ​​fire.

The expression on her face no longer held the innocence and naivety of her youth.

She is still breathtakingly beautiful, with a gentle and charming demeanor, but the smile at the corner of her mouth always gives people a chilling sense of cruelty.

"If that palace were to burn down, it would surely be a breathtaking sight!"

Gazing at the chaotic scene at the Blood-Clad Marquis's mansion, Yan Lingji still seemed somewhat unsatisfied. With a slight tilt of her beautiful eyes, she looked towards the distant Korean royal palace.

In his light blue eyes, a flicker of fire seemed to be stirring.

"The palace is heavily guarded, and I don't mind if you take the risk. Besides, even if the palace is burned down, so what? King Han will still be safe and sound under the protection of his men."

Jiang Mo's voice came from the side.

The effects of the corpse puppet transformation hadn't completely dissipated, and his expression and tone were somewhat cold, yet the seriousness in Jiang Mo's voice was still discernible.

"Such a big commotion is nothing to them, as it doesn't really cause them any serious harm."

"It's just a few lackeys dying, do you think they'll care?"

Jiang Mo's words caused Yan Lingji's smile to fade. She stared at the spoilsport before her, seemingly recalling something absurd and amusing, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Are you trying to persuade me to stop killing innocent people indiscriminately?"

"No, what I mean is, if you want revenge, why not do something bigger instead of doing these trivial things?"

Jiang Mo met Yan Lingji's gaze without flinching or avoiding it.

He simply raised his left hand slightly, pointing to the starlight falling on his head: "For example, ignite the entire night sky."

"It sounds like it would be a truly beautiful sight."

Jiang Mo's serious tone uttered such outrageous words, leaving Yan Lingji slightly taken aback. However, she immediately burst into laughter, radiating an unbridled madness.

"So, where are we going to order now?"

"If you want to do great things, you need to plan carefully rather than act rashly. So what we need to do now is go back to Zilan Pavilion."

His expression remained calm, but Jiang Mo had already begun to deceive people.

He didn't want to clash with Yan Lingji, but he also couldn't let her hysterical madness consume him with the flames of revenge. So he could only attract Yan Lingji with something she couldn't refuse, and then try to change her heart little by little.

"Zilan Pavilion?"

Muttering that completely unfamiliar name, and not knowing where Yan Lingji was from, her brows furrowed slightly involuntarily.

"Why do I have this feeling that it's not a good place?"

"Who said that? It's clearly a well-known fact there."

The General's Mansion.

As the powerful Lord of the Night, with wealthy merchants like Emerald Tiger as his subordinates, Ji Wuye's luxurious life was something that even among kings and generals, many could only dream of.

Zilanxuan was considered an extremely luxurious den of iniquity in Xinzheng City.

Compared to the grand general's mansion before us, it is still insignificant, whether in terms of its size or the living necessities within.

Only its refined style has a slight edge.

Unfortunately, the master of this place was in no mood to enjoy that luxury. Ji Wuye, who was woken up from the bedside of a beauty in the middle of the night, exuded a low-pressure aura that made it hard for people to breathe.

His already gloomy face darkened even more with the news, and the gleaming gold wine bottle in his hand was crushed like a soda can.

"The Bai residence caught fire because that Baiyue demoness escaped?"

He repeated what he had just heard in a highly concise manner, his voice laced with disbelief and barely suppressed rage.

"Reporting to the General, it is not yet completely confirmed, but it is most likely so..."

The slender, tall man in black kept his eyes straight ahead. He was not intimidated by the aura emanating from Ji Wuye and calmly replied with his head bowed.

This man was quite handsome, though slightly effeminate.

The dark lines tattooed on his eyebrows and temples added a touch of sickly fragility to his already slender and thin physique.

It has an indescribable sense of fragmentation.

However, if you are deceived by his appearance and think that he is some kind of pretty boy, then you are making a big mistake and will most likely die at his hands.

The black crow, the king of birds.

This person is a ruthless killer who never blinks an eye, and like a harbinger of misfortune, he constantly brings death and fear to others.

Before he could finish speaking, a deep whooshing sound came from beside him.

The blunt, heavy sword came crashing down on him!

Chapter 107 Birds should spread their wings and soar freely

The strangely shaped blade slashed down at Mo Ya, and the powerful, heavy sound of it cutting through the air made it clear that this attack was no bluff.

If it is split solidly, even a stubborn rock will shatter.

Let alone a human head?

The beautiful woman who was serving Ji Wuye with trepidation couldn't help but cry out in shock, instinctively closing her eyes tightly, unable to bear the horrific scene of blood and flesh splattering and brains spilling out that was about to unfold.

But Mo Ya remained standing with his head down, without moving an inch.

Even though the strong wind carried by the sword had arrived first and scattered his jet-black hair, Mo Ya remained unmoved.

Like a sculpture unafraid of life and death, it stands here silently.

Why not avoid it?

Ji Wuye's deep voice came, and the blunt, heavy blade in his hand, which contained the power to shatter mountains, hovered steadily an inch above Mo Ya's head.

If it weren't for the fact that the latter's hairstyle, torn to shreds by the strong wind, was still intact, one would inevitably doubt whether there had been that powerful sword strike just now, giving the impression that Ji Wuye had merely slowly raised his sword and hovered it above Mo Ya's head as a threat.

Such a powerful attack can still be controlled with ease.

This demonstrates the strength of General Ji Wuye.

"My life is a gift from the Great General. If the Great General needs it, he may take it. Why should I hide?"

He bowed slightly lower, but Mo Ya's voice remained calm.