Bai Jin naturally noticed Zhang Ji's gaze. Since the martial artist practiced internal skills, he has a keen sense of the eyes that are looking at him.
Ordinary warriors can vaguely feel that someone is observing them, but it is not accurate.
The second-rate state can determine whether someone is observing them, the first-rate state can roughly feel the source of the gaze, and the master state can almost determine the specific person's gaze.
Bai Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, with a cunning light shining in the corners of her eyes. She walked slowly to Zhang Ji, leaned close to Zhang Ji's ear, breathed hot air, and said softly: "Although it's daytime, if you want me, it's not impossible." ~”
The warm and fragrant nephrite came to my nose, bringing with it the body heat from the delicate body that was as cool as jade.
"As long as you don't care about the lives of your little beauties." Bai Jin smiled, with a bit of expectation and provocation hidden in his eyes, "How about you go back to our igloo now?"
Of course she didn't care about the death of several competitors who were not related to her. Instead, she clapped her hands and applauded. If Zhang Ji hadn't wanted to protect them and she doted on this man so much, Bai Jin wouldn't have helped him.
Zhang Ji took a deep breath and took two steps back.
This woman is really too evil. He can't fight her with literary skills, she can't fight her with martial arts, and she can't fight with her tricks...he can't even fight her with flowers.
Seeing Zhang Ji's embarrassed look, Bai Jin's thin red lips curled up slightly.
No woman would be disgusted by her man's tender gaze, and Bai Jin was the same.
And she knew very well that no matter how affectionate a man was, he would always be partial to some wives and concubines if he had so many beauties as his wives, and he would always feel bored with some wives and concubines.
Maybe not annoying, but somewhat tiring.
In fact, people will have a sense called "boring" when it comes to other people and things, unless those things always remain fresh to a person.
And that changeable personality, like thousands of people with thousands of faces, is an important reason why Bai Jin keeps Zhang Ji fresh.
After calming down a little, Bai Jin looked at Zhang Ji and asked, "Can the net open the city gate from the inside?"
"impossible."
Zhang Ji shook his head: "Ji Wuye has a hundred birds in his hands, and he has a strong awareness of how assassins can seize the door."
"There is news from Mo Ya. He sent a disguise master to dress up as Ji Wuye and try to trick him into opening the city gate, but he was shot dead by random arrows."
"Without Ji Wuye's token, no one can open the city gate."
"How did the net spread the news?" Bai Jin asked.
"Underground secret passage." Zhang Ji didn't mind revealing these secrets. After all, everyone present except Bai Yifei were trustworthy people, and Bai Yifei didn't have the courage to leak the secrets.
"The time when snares are lurking in various countries is much earlier than you think." Zhang Ji reached out and pointed at the east gate of Xinzheng, "There are several houses next to the east gate. They look like shops and restaurants, but they are actually snares. An inheritance that was buried many years ago."
When Zhang Jigang took over Luowen, he got a roster from the first generation of Six Swordsmen that was only allowed to be read in the barren mountain where Luowen was located and was not allowed to be taken out.
No written records are allowed to be left behind regarding the contents of the records inside.
As Zhang Ji read the roster and became more and more familiar with the many things involved in the snare, he became more and more frightened by the snare.
I used to think that no matter how strong the net was, it could never compete with the various schools of thought.
But... not necessarily.
Since the establishment of Luowang, it has been a full ninety years. From Zhang Yi, the original leader of Luowang, to this day, the Qin State has already laid countless secrets in various countries in Shandong by virtue of its first-mover advantage.
Most of these secrets are adopted orphans, or have a deep hatred against a certain country, and are willing to hide their names and start families in various countries.
Some people became farmers, some joined the army, and some became craftsmen, including merchants, witches, doctors, and even musicians. But whether they are scholars, farmers, merchants, or people of witch doctors, musicians, and craftsmen, there are almost always hidden secrets buried in the net, but they do not know each other's identities.
They remain anonymous and silent, waiting to be awakened and activated one day.
Many people never wait for the day they are awakened throughout their lives. Many impatient people turn their wives and children into traps. There are also many people who hide their family members silently throughout their lives until they die. Only then did he let his child inherit his identity as a spy.
Of course, the snare does not treat these people badly.
The number of family members in the family who become the target of the trap will be the same as the salary.
The salary of these anzi is not low, and it is not difficult to improve family life. Except for some of the anzi who are mandatory, almost no one will be a farmer for the rest of their life. There are even many children who have entered schools because of this high salary. Some people learned poetry and literature, and eventually became officials. Others learned martial arts and joined hundreds of schools of thought.
And these unawakened secrets, although the Qin State has enabled them, they still give high salaries generation after generation. They will not be enabled until one day when they are needed, releasing the energy accumulated by generations of people, allowing these countries to Feel the terror of the snare.
Why Yan Chunjun of the Yan State did not dare to cross the river and demolish the bridge after using the snare? It was because the Yan State Chief Secretary Guo (equivalent to the censor in charge of the censor) who was deeply trusted by King Yan was the reason why the snare had buried Descendants of Anzi.
Once Yan Chunjun dares to cross the river and tear down the bridge, then all the evidence of his collusion with Luo Wang will become Luo Wang's contribution to further supporting that official to rise to power.
If he has an affair with an enemy country, even if King Yan likes to pamper his brother Yan Chunjun again, the best outcome will be to be imprisoned until death.
After listening to Zhang Ji's explanation, even though Bai Jin is so tough-minded and has seen countless storms and waves, and has also been hit by Bai Qi's dimensionality reduction, he could not help but be shocked by Zhang Ji's words.
After a long time, Bai Jin came back to his senses and smiled bitterly.
"The net is really a good plan and a good method! South Korea... no, all the countries have been defeated unjustly over the years."
No wonder that over the years, even during the decades when she was in charge of Snow Clothes Castle, she was still snarled in information, but she still couldn't find any clues.
She had already taken root in South Korea decades before she was born. At that time, it was not known that she changed her place of birth by bribing officials.
In addition, these people have been rooted in Korea for several generations, and they are basically "Korean people" with good roots. There are even many nobles, officials, powerful people, and many good family members. No matter how carefully you check, unless they make mistakes and are exposed identity, otherwise it would be impossible to arouse suspicion.
However, after the surprise, Bai Jin immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Because these terrifying antics are on her side at this moment.
"If that's the case... I'm confident of a fight."
Bai Jin's blood-red eyes looked at the east gate of Xinzheng City on the map with some emotion. If there were those secret passages and the help of the assassins and secret agents in the city, she might not be able to seize the east gate.
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