odded. "Well, your movements are very professional... You truly live up to your family's heritage."Our Mu family's legacy should be that of a cunning merchant, right I think my brother inherited it we...My brain is about to short-circuit from fear.

"After a long while, I was startled awake by the icy touch of a gun against my cheek. With a sigh, I muttered, '...I'm not a bad person.'"

"Then who are you Hiding your identity does you no good..." His voice held a dangerous edge: "I can make you die, or I can make you wish you were dead. Your honesty will determine your fate..."

This person is really sinister! They said they would run away together, and suddenly they just turn their back on me.

How could he suddenly get a handgun and escape Was that gunshot him killing the two people transporting us

"Name, family, which tribe in the Mekong River Basin are you affiliated with Don't play games with me, I can tell truth from falsehood..." he asked, each word a measured beat against my ear.

In this case, young people give me the creeps more than these mafia thugs.

“…Don't say” He pressed the gun to my cheek.

"I... I'm not a resident of the Mi Jiang Fa Men... I only recently went inside." I answered, my voice trembling.

"Name."

"Yin Lu."

He frowned slightly: "……Surname Yin"

I think he's trying hard to remember which tribe in the Mi Jiang River basin has the surname Yin. I quickly explained, "Our family are doctors, all good people!"

He hummed softly: "…That's the Yin-Yang Physician, then"

"Uh...yes."

"Why were you caught by the Dragon King Because your blood can detoxify Is it hereditary or is there another reason" His raspy voice was particularly grating against the silence of this desolate, grassy slope.

Like the whispered words of a demon, carried by the wind in fragments yet somehow reaching your ear.

“I… some special things have happened to me, I don’t really understand it, but ordinary toxins don’t work on me…”

"How do you know it's useless How many poisons have you tried"

"How could I possibly try the poison! Besides, besides my husband said that ordinary poisons are useless, so they definitely wouldn't work!"

"...Who is your husband"

"..."

"Speak!"

"You just need to say it, don't you! His name is Mu Wanchen!" I was about to cry out of frustration. How much more do I have to tell him! Why does he seem to know everything already

The name Mu Wanchen isn't common, but it's not particularly unique either.

Bathed in a gentle breeze, retaining the stars.

These few words left the deepest impression on me, it was the Milky Way hanging upside down that night, boundless and glittering.

"...You were spacing out" The demon chuckled in a raspy voice, "...So it seems you're not the enemy after all."

Well... uh

"What did you say" I hurried to ask.

He let go of his hand, holstered the pistol, and in a raspy voice, slowly said: “Your husband, I’ve never met or known him, but I’ve heard his name…”

"Huh Are you the tribal leader from within the Dharma Gate" I hurriedly asked, If he was on our side, things would be easier!

He shook his head. "No... but most of the magic we use is from the white witch lineage, fused with Maoshan Taoist techniques. Tracing our roots back, it should be considered under the tutelage of the Witch King as the true origin."

"That... who are you" I pressed my chest, trying to catch my breath. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my palm—

"Hiss..." What the heck

I looked at my hand, which was both painful and itchy from the stings.

"What kind of hidden weapon is concealed in your chest" he looked at me with cold eyes.

"Hidden weapons What era are we in, still using hidden weapons I wouldn't use any—" I was complaining, but suddenly something came to mind.

I took the five needles plucked from this young man and wrapped them in cloth, placing them against my chest—it’s the best place to hide them.

Just now that superior grabbed me wanting to lift me up, and was then stabbed in the hand, and while cursing he spat blood foam.

"You said you were poisoned... your throat was burned by the poison, and the needles pulled out of you were also poisonous. Why are you fine" I looked up at him.

The young man's fringe obscured most of his eyebrows and eyes, and he sneered: "Didn't I tell you...I won't die..."

“Now that you know my name and identity, can you tell me yours” I softened my tone, pleading with this temporary ally to be more amicable.

"My surname is Long. I am a descendant of the Miao King. Although I am not within the Mi Jiang sect, I have vaguely heard rumors of the Shaman lineage from my ancestors. We once had traitors who sought refuge, and the previous Grand Shaman allowed them to camp and proliferate within the sect." He raised his hand to comb his hair back.

This young man surnamed Long has a delicate appearance, but his face is sullen, and he doesn't seem very approachable.

"Are you the Miao King" I pressed.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded. "I suppose so."

What does "what counts as" mean

"...The people are scattered, the cities are like tombs, with only a few tombkeepers left. Unless there is something important, they are lone souls. Is this what 'king' means" he sneered coldly.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, so I comforted him with my master's words: "That... Your Majesty, the people follow what they believe in. Now times are different. Even if the populace is scattered, as long as they can gather together when there's trouble, it shows that their faith hasn't wavered... Actually, being scattered isn't a bad thing. It's easier to have problems if everyone is gathered together. Can you satisfy the needs of so many people for food, clothing, shelter, marriage, funerals, medical care, education, housing, and finding a partner It's better to be scattered..."

Long Xiaoge chuckled self-deprecatingly: “That’s an interesting point.”

The atmosphere softened with his smile.

I glanced at the motionless, painted official standing beside the car, and then at the other side—the rotten, crumbling corpse emitting a pungent stench.

“Could you…could you explain that” Tears welled up in my eyes.

A rotting corpse wouldn't scare me, but this one is moving.

Long Xiaoge furrowed his brows, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, and sprinkled it on the corpse's forehead.

I found a camping flashlight in the back of my pickup truck. When I shone it on the corpse, I saw that there was a lot of mud and sand stuck to its skull. The skull looked like it had a pool of blood on it

"Under the light and shadow, this is a dark place filled with resentment. Many people have died here... The border guard colluded with the underworld and killed many people here. Why are these weeds so tall Hmph... They're fed on blood and flesh fertilizer, of course they grow vigorously."

When he said that, I felt the mountain wind turn cold.

"Then...are you the kind of artisan who drives away corpses" I asked cautiously. "There's no copper wire ink, talismans, or spirit tools here. How do you perform your rites"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me: "You are indeed an expert, you know quite a bit... Ordinary methods of raising the dead would certainly require those things, but in an emergency, I can use blood to draw talismans and cast spells."

Oh... No wonder he used dust to cover the blood, his magic disappeared.

"Miss Yin, don't just stand there. The first step to escaping is getting away—if we don't reach Bihai Manor on time, the pursuers will be here soon. We need to get back into our territory as quickly as possible."

"Okay, okay!" I nodded heavily.

"Alright, let's get this body moved."

…Moving a corpse!sk their lives for fame and fortune. These individuals rarely exude goodwill and are often filled with malice.The little ghost, influenced by it, absorbed a lot of evil thoughts. Once the master offen...