CHAPTER 14: DEAD END

V

In the end, Gu Yun lingered until the next day, accompanying Chang Geng to light General Zhong Chan an incense, eating a bowl of hot porridge cooked by Yan Wang himself in the tent. As usual, he expressed his dissatisfaction with the green contents inside and implicitly declared his ambition of 'not wanting to be a sheep', that was also ignored as usual. In order not to become a sheep, he had to eat them without chewing.


He set off early the next morning for the Northern Frontier.




When Gu Yun arrived in the Northern Frontier, he was glad to find that Shen Yi was not yet done for, he really was able to hold back the crazy barbarians, protecting the northern area.


The crazier Jia Lai was, the nearer the end of the Eighteen Tribes was. As Gu Yun expected, after four or five days of fierce fighting, the offensive from the Barbarians slowed down significantly. A stronghold was razed to the ground by the over-excited young General Cai on his pursuit. They found that there was only a bit of Ziliujin left inside. The people had retreated.


Cao Chun Hua said with his arms and legs flailing, saliva splattering: "Jia Lai can make a move, which means that the previous rebel forces have been eliminated or at least suppressed by him, but he still needs to fight and employ people, it is impossible for him to kill all the subordinate forces of the other major tribes. At most, he would deal with several leaders and make an example of them. The rebel forces may still be able to revive."


Shen Yi: "We have to have an opportunity."


"That's right," Cao Chun Hua said, "General Cai told me that day. Before, there used to be Barbarians who secretly exchanged Ziliujin for materials. General Cai had kept this in mind, secretly monitored the transaction, recorded every transaction down and even made portraits of the frequent visitors. I took a look at them the other day and actually saw an acquaintance."


As he spoke, he took out a simple drawing from his sleeve, spreading it out on the small table, pointing at a man in the picture: "This man is a slave in charge of horses under Jia Lai Ying Huo. I know him, he was the chief manager's man. Normally, he always acts like a tyrant using the name of the chief... I think that as the people have been suffering from many years of war, it is not only the ones with ambitions in the Eighteen Tribes who are dissatisfied with Jia Lai. I feel that there's something for us to make use of here. "


"How certain are you?" Gu Yun asked.


Cao Chun Hua gave him a flirtatious look and said with his tongue curled: "It depends on how many resources Marshal has prepared for me."


Gu Yun thought to himself, If this child had been around me for a long time in his childhood, I would have beaten these bad habits out of him.


To let him out of sight, out of mind, he waved his hand and let Cao Chun Hua go.


Before Shen Yi could ask about the specific plan of action, the soldiers came to report that Chen Qing Xu had arrived.


Gu Yun clucked his tongue and watched with astonishment how Shen Yi had changed from leaning about to sitting upright. His face tightened as if facing a fearsome enemy. He had never been so serious even when having an audience with the Emperor.


Chen Qing Xu came to inform them that she planned to go with Cao Chun Hua to search for the secret witchcraft of the goddess at Jia Lai Ying Huo's place.


Shen Yi panicked as he heard this, signaling Gu Yun with his eyes. Gu Yun looked at the sky and the ground, pretending that he didn't know a thing. After many years of acquaintance, he had understood a little about the personality of the Chen family. Miss Chen only came to inform them out of politeness, not to ask for their opinion.


As Gu Yun could not be counted on in the critical moment, Shen Yi went to the battle with half of his paralyzed tongue and said: "A miracle doctor like Miss Chen is very valuable. You shouldn't even come to the front line, let alone sneak into the enemy base, it is too careless — in case something happens... Isn't that right, Marshal? "


Gu Yun had to dance along, "Mm, yes, Ji Ping is right."


Chen Qing Xu said: "I'm going north this time to sneak into the tent of Jia Lai Ying Huo to find their lost witchcraft. Wouldn't it be better if I could also help a little bit? I understand my own limits in this matter. Thank you, generals, for your concern."


Gu Yun sighed, "I'm really sorry to have troubled you running around."


At this point, Chen Qing Xu remembered that Chang Geng's interrogative letter was still on her desk, her face paled: "Marshal does not need to feel that way, just mention my difficulties in front of His Royal Highness Yan Wang occasionally."


Shen Yi: "..."


That Gu just agreed he was being reasonable, how come it had turned to 'troubled you for running around'?


The bastard could never keep to his opinion from start to end!


Shen Yi tried to search for all kinds of reasons — danger in the enemy line?


With Miss Chen's skill and bravery of breaking into the prison under the guard of the Northern Camp, this reason was a little unspeakable.


Then… the wounded soldiers need you?


Her willingness to stay to help was a matter of sentiment, and if she was unwilling to, it was also within reason. The wounded camp had its own military doctors, and most only required simple works of bandaging, which also insulted Doctor Chen's skills.


Chen Qing Xu was not a talkative person either. With Shen Yi's words being stuck this way, she felt that she had finished speaking, turning around, ready to leave.


"Miss Chen!" Shen Yi stood up in a panic and nearly crashed into the desk in front of him.


Gu Yun covered his face in silence.


Shen Yi's thousands of words in his chest were already lined up and waiting to come out to express his feelings. Unexpectedly, when the words came to his mouth, the last gate did not want to be opened no matter what, they were all blocked in his throat. Finally, only one bitter and dry sentence came out, "Is Miss Chen doing this for Yan Wang?"


Gu Yun: "..."


Does he think I am dead or something?


As Shen Yi's words left his mouth, he also wished he could slap himself, these were not a human's words.


Fortunately, Chen Qing Xu did not think much about it. Hearing this, she only said seriously: "Since Yan Wang holds the Lin Yuan emblem, shouldering heavy responsibility and a high position, it's also the responsibility of the Chen family to remove the Bone of Impurity for him. Moreover, the witchcraft of the Eighteen Tribes has no communication with the Central Plains, many strange poisons do not have antidotes, many methods to cure and save people are also lost among the old papers. Since I have this chance, I must try my best. Even if only meager bits can be passed down in the future, it will not be in vain. "


Shen Yi's chest grew cold as he listened, between the person who only wanted to have his wife and children beside him all day long like himself and Miss Chen who thought about generations to come, the distance truly was as far as the capital to the Northern Frontier.


Between his father, who only knew how to play and retired early after passing down his family's values, and the Chen family, who guarded the Lin Yuan wooden emblem for generations and hid away from the world, the distance was as far as Great Liang to the Westerners.


Even the flying Black Eagle forever could not reach!


Shen Yi looked at her plain white face and had nothing to say, so he brought out a small signal bullet and handed it to Chen Qing Xu: "This is the latest one from Ling Shu Institute. It doesn't need to be lit by an open fire. Just throw it into the air. As long as it is high enough, it will ignite by itself. It can be seen from a hundred miles away. In case anything happens... I... You... "


These incoherent speeches caused Gu Yun to feel his tooth ache.


Chen Qing Xu's hand was stuffed with the small signal bullet still carrying his body temperature. Even if she was any colder, at this time, she also felt something. She looked at Shen Yi with an indescribable gaze.


Shen Yi could no longer bear it, he was about to dig a hole and bury himself. He hurriedly made up an excuse to say goodbye to Gu Yun and ran away.


Chen Qing Xu: "..."


Gu Yun stood up slowly and said to Chen Qing Xu seriously: "If there is any abnormal change with the Barbarians, you don't have to push it too hard, just release the signal. We will send someone to assist immediately. Pay more attention to safety... When you return victorious, just call Shen Ji Ping over to sing a song for you."


Chen Qing Xu nodded hearing the first half, but as she heard the last half, she felt that it was strange: "What song?"


Marshal Gu, who could not be proper even in death, said smilingly: "Song of the Yue.*"


*越人歌, Yue Ren Ge, this folk song was passed on as a song about being secretly in love




That night, Chen Qing Xu and Cao Chun Hua crossed the Northern Barbarian defense line and quietly entered the metropolis of the Eighteen Tribes.


The 'metropolis' was actually only a relatively lively tribal settlement compared to other areas. Except for murderous barbarian warriors occasionally walking back and forth, most of the civilians on the roadside were all in ragged clothing.


The corpse of a child who died by starvation that no one had buried was lying on the side of the road, coveted by a group of drooling wild dogs. A woman with a dull face lingered around for a moment, then finally accepted her fate, standing up and walking away like a living corpse.


Among the gorgeous noble tents were the Heavy Armors strictly keeping guard. The vultures hovered in the sky with the Eagle Armors. The stench of corpses and blood scattered everywhere... There was also a subtle fragrance of Ziliujin among it.


At a place in the center, under the Wolf King's banner, a man of medium height walked into the Wolf King's residence with a bowl of medicine. The guards on both sides greeted respectfully: "Chief manager. "


The chief only made an 'Mm' sound without lifting his eyes and went into the Wolf King's tent with the medicine.


A gaunt young man came out and took the medicine bowl: "Let me do it."


The chief looked at him and asked, "Your Highness, how is our King doing today?"


"Same as usual." The Prince shook his head and joined him in walking inside.


The thick felt separated both sides, letting in the sunlight, there was a wheelchair equipped with a golden box on which sat a tall and large 'skeleton'. Hearing the movement, the 'skeleton' slowly turned the wheelchair to face the visitors, eyes opened in a slit.


His eyes had not yet turned turbid, shining incredibly bright, the spirit of his whole body was concentrated in these fierce and cruel eyes.


It was none other than Jia Lai Ying Huo.


Sometime last year, the Wolf King, Jia Lai Ying Huo, was seriously ill. He suddenly had a stroke and fell into a coma, unable to speak clearly after waking up, he was bedridden for a long time. Several tribal leaders of the Eighteen Tribes Alliance assumed that he was finished and joined hands to launch a coup. They imprisoned the Wolf King's Crown Prince, pushed the cowardly Second Prince to the top, then busily tried to appease Great Liang and sent people for peace talks.


But who knew that even the Wolf King, whose even bodyguard captain had 'betrayed' him, could still turn the table. First, he secretly let the bodyguard captain sneak into the peace negotiation mission to cause the incident at the Northern border of Great Liang. No one knew that he still had a group of vanguard Heavy Armors from the Westerners that year in his hand as the trump card. He used the time when several tribal leaders were dealing with Great Liang's troubles to secretly scheme, taking the rebel party down with one move, using blood to wash the Wolf King flag of alliance, then suddenly gathering a hundred thousand jin of Ziliujin to fight back against Great Liang.


The chief lowered his head and dared not look at him. He listened respectfully to the conversation between Jia Lai Ying Huo and the Prince. This man was too terrifying, every hair on his body gave off the scent of blood.


Suddenly, Jia Lai threw the medicine bowl in his hand onto the Prince: "Useless!"


The chief shivered.


The prince said carefully: "Father, there is not enough supplies. This year, half of the old people and children in all tribes starved to death. There are bodies everywhere that can't be cleaned up in time..."


Jia Lai roared: "Useless! If there's not enough Ziliujin, then go dig for more! If there are not enough materials, then go rob the Central Plains! If it's still not enough then make those nobles donate!"


His tongue was still not very fluent, his words sounded stiff when shouting, the prince's eyes reddened as he said: "Father, we can't surpass the Black Iron Camp on the border of the Central Plains. The nobles can't afford to donate anything anymore. They..."


His words were once again interrupted by the angry scolding of Jia Lai Ying Huo. The news that the Western naval army was fighting against Great Liang in the South came. However, there were always methods for news to be hindered. The news about the naval army surprise attack and its defeat was still on the way. Jia Lai Ying Huo firmly believed that after both the North and the South closed in, it was only a matter of time for them to move a thousand miles a day.


He was as fierce as before, but it seemed that his fierceness had bordered on madness.


The chief watched the Wolf King beating and scolding the prince, he himself took the cup's lid to the forehead, then silently left and went straight back to his tent, where several aristocrats and the guests from Central Plains were awaiting his news.


The chief walked faster and faster. In the end, he almost trotted back to his tent. Even in the aftertaste of the burning of Ziliujin, the Northern Frontier was still cold. However, the chief's forehead was breaking out in hot sweat, soaking his sleeves as he wiped it while running.


With a heavy heart, he waved back a female slave who was stepping up to serve him, motioned for her not to disturb him then walked into the tent with three layers of heavy curtains.


The chief carefully explored around, confirming that there were no unrelated people nearby, he then closed the doors one by one, sighed with relief, and walked into the room.


Just then, a sudden voice came out of the room: "How is it?"


The chief steward startled, shivering in his own home. His limbs twitched. He stood at the door with his mouth agape. In three and four intakes of breath, he felt that his heart was about to stop beating.


It wasn't until a familiar aristocratic old woman showed half of her face from the dim room that he took in a hard breath, returned to his senses, waved his hands suspiciously and walked into the room with the old woman.


In the north, the days were short and the nights were long, it was difficult to bring light into the living quarters. However, the people in this room had covered all the windows and sat around a worn-out steam lamp in the dark. Some of the influential families in the Eighteen Tribes Alliance had sent their representatives, several seats away from them were two of Great Liang's people, one man and one woman.


Even though they were dressed in the style of the Eighteen Tribes, one could make out the identity of Great Liang people from their faces - the wild and bitter land of the north had engraved its mark on the people, even for aristocrats, one could still see the roughness of a difficult living condition.


These two people were Cao Chun Hua and Chen Qing Xu. They did not put much effort to cover up their identity. After crossing the border, they used several lines of connections left by Cao Chun Hua to contact some nobles of the Eighteen Tribes, claiming that they were the armistice envoy sent by the garrison of Northern Frontier, bribing and asking them to bring them to meet the Wolf King Jia Lai.


The two were very generous, continuously giving gifts, but the more generous they were, the more Cao Chun Hua knew that no one would introduce them. At present, in the eyes of these Barbarian aristocrats, they may have become two money trees. Once they were discovered by the madman Jia Lai, these money trees would be uprooted.


Both of them expressed their desire to see Jia Lai Ying Huo who wanted to find death. At the same time, they communicated with the Eighteen Tribes people whose minds were in disorder. With Cao Chun Hua's three inch tongue adapting to whoever he spoke with, within a month, these nobles had dared to sit together to discuss the Wolf King in secret.


At the same time, Chen Qing Xu figured out the guard situation of the Wolf King's tent after several night explorations. The time for the net to be hauled in was approaching.


Someone poured a bowl of horse milk wine for the chief who came in from the outside. The chief took it with his hands shaking and downed it in one breath, finally feeling alive again.


He slumped on his back and said in a low voice, "Don't mention it anymore. Even the Crown Prince has been beaten. The Wolf King is still determined to fight."


Cao Chun Hua said innocently, "The imperial court has sent envoys to the south. Now that there is a truce there, it does not benefit us to engage in battle again. Did the chief not report this to the Wolf King?"


The chief truly had difficulties inside that could not be expressed, his whole body seemed to be leaking water. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead. "Little brother, if I were to say that today, I'm afraid you all won't be able to wait for me to return."


The aristocrats of Eighteen Tribes were silent, Cao Chun Hua shook his head and said slowly, "Then there's no other way, I'll tell you the truth. Today, I want to gather together all the people concerned, because we got a letter from Marshal Gu recently. Marshal Gu accused us of not doing our job well, he said that if we don't get results, he will send troops to attack. We have nothing to worry about, the worst that could happen is that we'll be lectured and receive a two-month salary cut after we return, but I know for certain that you all are not willing to fight."


The chief's face wrinkled into a large bitter melon.


At this time, Chen Qing Xu said, "Let's go. We already tried our best."


Chen Qing Xu had an indisputable temperament. When she opened her mouth, she could always make a final decision. Hearing this, before Cao Chun Hua could react, the Northern Barbarian aristocrats had exploded. The old woman sitting in the first seat grabbed her sleeve in panic: "Wait!"


Chen Qing Xu gave her a cold look.


The wrinkles on the old woman's face twisted a few times, giving her the look of a gentle witch, and she said with a pleasing smile: "Miss, give us a few more days to think of something. My king is a bit headstrong, but for better or worse I'm still his elder. Let me try to talk to him, you don't have to leave in a hurry."


"Madam, it's not that we are unreasonable," Cao Chun Hua sighed. "We are also acting under orders and dare not make our own decisions."


Chen Qing Xu pulled out her sleeve and said with a light look: "If the Wolf King is determined to fight this war to the end for his own personal revenge, it would probably be useless for Madam to say anything, but on the contrary, you will only lead the fire to burn yourself, I don't think it's necessary."


This sentence pierced the heart of everyone present.


When several tribal leaders joined forces to revolt a while ago, they had brought up the intimate relationship between Jia Lai and the goddess as the topic of discussion. The goddess had been dead for more than twenty years. There was no evidence that there was any hidden relationship between her and Jia Lai. However, once the seeds of doubt were planted, how could they be easily removed?


Jia Lai Ying Huo always incited people to work for him using "blood feud" and "outrageous humiliation". But "forget the pain when the scar is healed" was the basis of ordinary people. He might be able to incite the blood for a while, but when the material was unsustainable and even eating became a problem, could the "outrageous humiliation" twenty years ago be more painful than the starving children?


If a person had been dead for so many years but still lingered around and haunted the tribes like a ghost, bringing about war and bloodshed, then was she a pure goddess of eternal life, or an evil demon who deceived the world?


Chen Qing Xu finished, ignoring the different expressions of the Northern Barbarian people, slightly nodded, and went out with Cao Chun Hua.


Seeing that they were determined not to be accommodating, the old Northern Barbarian woman suddenly made up her mind and knocked the cane in her hand on the ground: "From this moment, within two days, I beg you to give us two days. This old woman has lived for more than seventy years, I will use my age as a guarantee. In two days, I will give you a clear answer!"


The old lady had a high rank in the tribes. Even the Wolf King had to refer to her as an aunt. When she opened her mouth, there was no objection. Only the bitter chief moved his lips and was glared back at by the old lady's fierce white eyes.


Cao Chun Hua and Chen Qing Xu looked at each other. They frowned for a long time as if being put in a difficult position. Finally, they reluctantly said: "Then... well, since it's the promise of Madame Hong Xia, we must also give it a try. We'll wait for your good news. Goodbye."


When the two outsiders left using the secret path through the back door, the room of the Northern Barbarian aristocrats finally exploded.


The chief wanted to cry and said to Madame Hong Xia, "Third Madame, did you not hear my words just now? The king is determined to fight this war, even the prince was beaten. Look at my head...right here... the king's original saying is to dig for more if there's no Ziliujin. If there's not enough material, then make you people pay with your own pockets!"


Before Madame Hong Xia could speak, a middle-aged man was already bursting with anger: "How can he still be so immersed in this grand dream of his? Does he want to attack the Central Plains through the defense line of the Black Iron Camp or wait for the Western monkeys to give him food and drink? After twenty years of preparation, we gathered a hundred thousand warriors, countless fire engines and steel armor, stacks of dry food and dried meat, and joined forces with the East, West, North, and South to act at the same time, yet we still failed to step into the Central Plains! Now he's still dreaming like this, what is he relying on? The street full of starving people? I don't think that it would be enough for his stomach even if we scraped our marrow!"


His voice resembled a mountain song when herding sheep, echoing without any conceal. Several people around him immediately showed their fear and urged him to be cautious in his words.


The angry middle-aged man sat down and said with a sneer, "Third Madame, I don't think you can keep your promise this time. Don't say you have to rely on your old age, even if you cry out wanting to hang yourself, that madman Jia Lai won't even pay any mind!"


Madame Hong Xia lifted her dry eyelids and knocked her cane down: "Shut up, useless! What's the point of shouting in this room!"


The middle-aged man snorted indignantly.


Madame Hong Xia was motionless, there were veins showing on the back of her thin claw like hand, like the roots of an old three. Then, she slowly opened her mouth and said, "Last time, the Wolf King left a secret card to deal with several tribal leaders. Do you think he has a second card?"


There was silence in the room, all were frightened by the old woman's audacity. It took a long time for the chief to tremble and say: "Third Madame ... the blood of the wolf banner has not yet dried."


"To die in revolt or to die by being implicated, what's the difference?" The old lady's hoarse voice rang out in the silence, "Running in your ancestors' bodies is the bloodline of wolves. Are they all domesticated into dogs now? Or would you rather watch your wife and children, old and young ones die of starvation and war just to prolong your life by a few months?"


She slowly raised her head and looked at the barbarian aristocrats with different minds. Seeing that some of them were awe inspired, some were thoughtful, some were hesitant and trembling, she sneered and said, "I know that you are not all of one mind. Some of you may be thinking about leaving this room today and selling out this old woman to Jia Lai. Let me say something, cowards, if we succeed this time, it will also save your life. There is no harm to you. If we fail, we won't involve you who are bystanders either. On the other hand, it's the rats who wanted to secretly report this, do you think Jia Lai, that ominous killing star, will consider your goodwill, or will he think that you are too close to us old things who wanted to find death and are suspicious?"


The middle-aged man filled with rage just now jumped up and said, "You are right, Third Madame, I will follow you!"


In these years, the aristocrats of the Eighteen Tribes had been oppressed too much by Jia Lai Ying Huo. The aristocrats hated him, but were also afraid of his cruel and totalitarian policies. At this time, when a leader came out, many angry people immediately followed along.


Madame Hong Xia turned to the chief: "In this matter, even if we wreck our brains thinking, it would still be useless. We have to rely on the chief."


The chief, in front of the eyes of everyone, sat stiffly as if wanting to evaporate for a moment, steaming the whole sunless room into a hazy vapor. He then finally bit down and smacked his thigh: "Third Madame give your orders!"


When the country was in danger, there had to be bloody conflicts between the parties in power — no matter whether it was Great Liang or the Eighteen Tribes of Heavenly Wolf. Even the foreigners trapped in Jiangnan could not escape this situation of being forced to make changes, this process contained ten parts of danger, a hundred parts of chances, taking the next step forward was prosperity, but one step backwards may be the extinction of the country.


At this time, a surging tide pervaded the Eighteen Tribes of the Northern Barbarians, not to mention the aristocrats of big surnames organized their own forces.





The next night, a swallow-like shadow shot up the watchtower of the Eighteen Tribes. It was originally funded by the foreigners, at first, the foreigners were also responsible for the maintenance here. But right now, as the Westerners did not even have enough to take care of themselves, most of the machines on the watchtower had failed, their only function left was to be decorations.


The guard on the tower had been quietly put down. The man who jumped up to the watchtower showed his face in the moonlight. It was a quiet little family slave under the account of the chief. He quickly went all the way to the top of the tower, where someone was waiting for him.


The "family slave" stood up and wiped his face to reveal an ever-changing Cao Chun Hua.


Cao Chun Hua said, "It is done. The chief has put sedative in the medicine of Jia Lai."


Chen Qing Xu: "Not poisoning him directly?"


"It won't be so easy," Cao Chun Hua said. "Jia Lai is an expert in poison. If we aren't careful, it would alert him. As for sedative, he would also prepare some to drink occasionally, even if he detected it, it would not be suspicious. There are family members of all noble names in the guards of the king's tent. These people have already been given orders. They intend to work in the night without anyone noticing them and try not to disturb Jia Lai Ying Huo as much as possible, so that he can die in his tent quietly and push the Crown Prince to succeed in the morning. Once it's confirmed that Jia Lai has taken the medicine, the chief will make the sound of the night owl as a signal. We'll just have to wait. Did you inform Marshal's side yet?"


Chen Qing Xu's little silver ball flashed in between her fingers — it was the signal bullet Shen Yi had given her. This little thing had been hidden in her sleeve. Right now, as she had to take it out to use, she suddenly felt reluctant.


Cao Chun Hua was not aware of many of these thoughts, he said with emotion: "A hero of the generation, but all the people under him wanted to rebel against him, they did not even want to hear his last words, how could that be?"


"They are too afraid of him," Chen Qing Xu stood on the watchtower and looked in the direction of the king's tent through the Qian Li Yan on the bridge of her nose. "I haven't asked you, how did you manage to make Madame Hong Xia stand up as the leader?"


"Madame Hong Xia's son died in the battlefield," Cao Chun Hua said casually, tucking his hair behind his ear, "Leaving her only one grandson, who is nearly sixteen years old. Jia Lai is extremely vicious. He regulated that all the boys over the age of sixteen in noble families must join the army.


"I saw her son several times when I sneaked into the Barbarians tribes. The other night, I made a mask and visited his mother for him in his place... Perhaps it was not very similar, but in the dark and dim light, combined with her poor eyesight, it had succeeded.


"She and I had hugged each other and cried, saying that she could not bear to let the young child walk the same path as his father's. You see, the swelling around my eyes has not dissipated yet, I've had to hide it for two days. Miss Chen, do you have any special medicine for swelling?"


Chen Qing Xu: "..."


Cao Chun Hua, shaking his head, said to the moon, "How many tears did I have to shed while I wore the face of someone else's, this is really..."


Chen Qing Xu interrupted him: "Shh — did you hear it?"


In the bleak night, the shrill cry of the owl suddenly sounded — the chief had made his move!


Chen Qing Xu pushed open the window of the watchtower, and a nearly invisible silk thread came out of her fingertips. It fell down from the tower, just enough for her tiptoes to take advantage of the force.


Cao Chun Hua took out a small pot of Ziliujin from his arm, poured it from a high place down the watchtower, creating a false image of oil leakage from the tower body, then quickly ignited it. The fierce fire light was like a dragon winding down. For a moment, it reflected the watchtower as bright as day.


Chen Qing Xu took advantage of the fire in the watchtower to toss the signal bullet in her hand into the air. The signal bomb split into two parts and released a flash of white light like lightning. The white light was very special, it was not dazzling if seen from nearby and was easily covered by the fire of Ziliujin, its strong penetrative light could only be recognized from a distance.