Feng Zili hesitated for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice: "Master, if this is the case, do you take it seriously..."
Xiao Yuxi opened his eyes with an indifferent expression: "You don't need to ask more about my affairs."
Feng Zili nodded: "Yes."
Xiao Yuxi: "Following yesterday's defeat in the siege, when will the Beipan Wolf Lord decide to take charge of the expedition in person?"
Feng Zili: "The first day of the first lunar month."
Xiao Yuxi murmured: "There are only two days left."
Feng Zili raised his hand to signal.
A man in black came over and handed him a scroll.
Feng Zili unfolded the scroll and presented the portrait on it to Xiao Yuxi: "Master, a few days ago, on the day of the first battle at the gate of Hexian County, the scene of the existence of strange arts in the armies of Anwu and Wu was witnessed by Beipan's army. See."
"The Wolf Lord has learned of this situation and has specially ordered the High Priest of Beidu to come here just in case."
"This is the portrait of the high priest. Master can sneak into the Beipan camp at any time."
Xiao Yuxi glanced at the portrait and asked, "Where is this high priest?"
Feng Zili looked at Dao Wei: "We have arrived at Hanfeng Ridge outside Tianmen Pass a few days ago. I informed Dao Wei and left the matter to him."
When Xiao Yuxi heard this, he also raised his eyes and looked at Dao Wei.
Daowei quickly replied: "Master, don't worry, my subordinates will handle it very cleanly!"
Xiao Yuxi frowned: "Was it handled cleanly?"
Feng Zili exclaimed: "Did you kill people?"
Dawei was stunned for a moment and nodded in confusion.
He looked directly at Feng Zili and asked, "Yes, what else?"
Feng Zili's voice was low: "Master has never seen the high priest. If you don't bring him back, do you expect that master will have a phantom appearance based on this portrait?"
Dao Wei glanced at Xiao Yuxi nervously and said urgently to Feng Zili: "No, you didn't make it clear!"
Feng Zili: "Do you still need someone to explain this matter?"
Dao Wei: "The things you asked me to do before were either killing people or robbing goods. Who knew this time would be an exception?"
Feng Zili: "Your rectum is connected to your brain!"
Dawei: "You have no brain!"
"..."
The two started bickering back and forth.
The other men in black lowered their heads silently and suppressed laughter.
Xiao Yuxi stood up fiercely: "Okay!"
As soon as they finished speaking, Feng Zili and Dao Wei fell silent instantly, and the main hall became quiet.
Xiao Yuxi issued an order: "All the men in black will follow Feng Zili and bring the tribesmen in the Beipan Army who are willing to stop the war to evacuate Tianmen Pass immediately and go to Beidu."
"You only have two days."
"Next, there will be no safe place within a hundred miles of Tianmen Pass."
Everyone said in unison: "Yes."
…
The twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Xiao Yuxi appeared quietly at the Hexian County Government Office.
She used the large dry branches behind the rockery to hide her figure, and stared intently at the scene in the house.
In the house.
A group of people, headed by Li Tongguang, were discussing something around the huge sand table on the table.
Ning Yuanzhou and Ren Ruyi avoided those people and sat aside to talk.
Deng Hui and Chu Yue stood beside Li Tongguang.
Yu Shisan leaned against the table and looked down at the sand table.
Qian Zhao stood behind the crowd with his arms folded.
Yuanlu held his chin with one hand, and Sun Lang put his arm on Yuanlu's shoulder.
Everyone was talking to each other, playing with various military tactics on the sand table.
Xiao and Xi looked at each other for a long time, then finally turned and left.
Yang Ying came to deliver food to Yuan Lu. She walked to the corner and saw the backs of Xiao and Xi.
She whispered in a low voice: "Yu Xi?"
The lunch box fell to the floor.
Yang Ying could no longer care about this at this time.
She quickly chased in the direction Xiao Yuxi left.
Yang Ying chased them to a remote place and completely lost track of Xiao and Xi.
She stopped and said, "Am I dazzled?"
Suddenly, Yang Ying felt a pain in the back of her neck.
Her vision went dark, her body fell softly, and she lost consciousness.
Xiao Yuxi took her into his arms: "You came just in time, so I don't have to go look for you."
Inside the room, Ren Ruyi paused and turned to look outside the door.
Ning Yuanzhou: "What's wrong?"
Ren Ruyi glanced at the empty courtyard, then turned to look at Ning Yuanzhou again: "It's nothing, I just had a familiar feeling, but I couldn't place it at the moment."
"Perhaps because I have been traveling all the time these days, my intuition is not as sharp as it used to be."
Ning Yuanzhou took Ren Ruyi's hand and said, "We will go to rest after we finalize the battle plan."
Ren Ruyi smiled and said, "Okay."
…
The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month.
The high priest of Beipan arrived in Hexian County and captured King Dawu Li and presented him to the Wolf Lord.
The Beipan camp cheered.
The county government in Hexian County was in chaos.
Beipan camp, inside the wolf master's tent.
Wolf Lord: "Hahahaha, you are truly worthy of being a high priest!"
When Yang Ying woke up in a daze, she heard this wild laughter.
She looked around and saw people from Beipan surrounding her. Her face suddenly turned pale and she was panicking in her heart, but she pretended to be calm on the surface.
Wolf Lord: "High Priest, how do you think we should deal with this pretty boy so that we can show the majesty of Beipan?"
A slightly older voice sounded: "It is not appropriate to deal with this person now."
Yang Ying looked at the speaker, the high priest mentioned by the wolf master.
The high priest wore a black floor-length robe with a shoulder cape made of crow feathers. It was about half a meter long and was also dressed as a Beipan person.
She was wearing a mask and black gloves on her hands, with her ears exposed all over her body, and she looked extremely mysterious.
The Wolf Lord looked slightly displeased and asked in a deep voice, "Why?"
The high priest replied: "I have studied a magic circle. It takes a stick of incense. I can use this person before the battle tomorrow."
Wolf Lord: "Can you break those Central Plains people's magic?"
High Priest: "More than that, if the formation is completed, we can capture Hexian County without spending a single soldier."
Wolf Lord: "What if it doesn't work?"
High Priest: "The time spent burning incense means nothing is lost to the king."
"If the magic formation fails, I will kill this person to sacrifice the flag and wish the king a great victory over the Anwu and Wu armies!"
Wolf Lord: "Okay, I agree."
That night.
Yang Ying's hands and feet were tied and thrown into the high priest's tent.
She listened to the Beipan people's conversation from beginning to end, and she knew in her heart that the Beipan people wanted to use her and do something detrimental to He County.
The high priest lay flat on the bed, as if he had fallen asleep.
Yang Ying tried to break free from the restraints on her hands.
She knew that she had no way to survive, and she did not want to be taken advantage of by the people in Beipan, so she took out the knife of death from her arms and stabbed it towards her neck.
The high priest's old voice suddenly sounded: "If the person who gave you this dagger knew that you used this thing to commit suicide, he would definitely want to stab himself in the eyes."
Yang Ying moved her hands.
When she heard the high priest's words, her eyes moved slightly and she tentatively shouted: "Yu Xi?"
The high priest slowly sat up: "What?"
Yang Ying: "How did you know that this dagger was given to me by someone else?"
High Priest: "This is a spiritual thing. I am also a practitioner of magic, so I can naturally see it."
"How could you, an ordinary person, have this thing if it hadn't been given to you by someone else?"
Yang Ying felt disappointed.
She stared at the high priest and couldn't find anything similar to Xiao Yuxi in him.
This is obviously an old woman over fifty years old.
After all, she was overthinking.
The high priest got out of bed, walked to Yang Ying, looked down at the dagger in her hand: "What's its name?"
Yang Ying replied: "Afterlife."
High Priest: "Do you know what afterlife is?"
Yang Ying shook her head.
The high priest asked himself and answered: "Getting rid of the shackles of past karma and regaining a new life is commonly known as death."
That night, the two talked a lot.
Even Yang Ying herself couldn't explain why she could chat so freely with this old woman.
Finally, she finally asked what was in her mind: "You are going to kill me tomorrow, why are you telling me this tonight?"
High Priest: "When a man is about to die, his words are good."
Yang Ying sneered lightly: "That's not how this sentence is used!"
The high priest seemed to laugh.
She lay back on the bed: "Go to sleep, don't worry about it, you can't die under my nose."
Yang Ying sat on the cold ground.
She leaned against the wall, arms around her knees, and didn't respond.
