"Boss, things are going very smoothly. Now the two parties are fighting again." A man's voice came from the cave in the grass.
"Okay." Another man's voice sounded, "Give the master a message and inform him of the situation."
"Yes." The man who entered responded.
Jian Yi was not in a hurry, calmed down his breath and waited aside.
After a while, the man in black appeared outside the grass again, and a pigeon left his hand and headed towards the woods.
Suddenly, a long sword was pressed against the neck of the man in black, and Jian Yi looked at him coldly.
"Who are you?"
This man was one of the outsiders who entered the north gate a few days ago. Jianyi recognized the shallow scar on his left cheek.
No wonder the brothers said they had lost sight of them and were hiding in the mountains.
"You won't have the chance to know." The man in black curled his lips, suddenly frowned, and his face suddenly darkened.
Jian Yi seemed to hear some strange noise, his thick eyebrows furrowed, he couldn't care too much anymore and jumped up instantly.
The man in black, who had bitten his tongue and committed suicide, had just fallen to the ground when a "swish, swish, swish" sound was heard, and dense numbers of cold arrows suddenly shot out from the grass.
If Jianyi hadn't dodged in time, there might have been a few more holes in his body now.
A petite figure appeared in the mountain stream and intercepted the fleeing man.
Before the man could react, Feng Jiuer flicked her long finger and passed a pebble in her hand, hitting the man who was trying to escape.
The man whose acupoints were tapped hit the rock with a "pop" sound.
Jian Yi came to Feng Jiu'er in a blink of an eye and picked up the fallen person.
"Only one person left?" Feng Jiuer asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Jianyi nodded, "The other one committed suicide."
"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back." Feng Jiuer turned around and started walking in the mountain stream.
Jianyi grabbed a person and quickly followed him.
As soon as they returned to the battle camp, Xiaoyingtao led a dozen brothers to greet them. Tuoba Keyan also approached with his brothers in the other direction, and Qiaomu went back alone.
"Jiu'er, I haven't seen any other suspicious people yet." Little Cherry said softly.
"I didn't find it over there either." Tuoba Keyan's voice sounded.
Qiao Mu, who was holding a pigeon, glanced at the man who was thrown to the ground by the sword, and handed a letter to Feng Jiu'er.
Feng Jiuer took the letter and glanced at it, then handed it back to Qiao Mu.
"Let it be delivered."
"Yes." Qiao Mu took the letter, rolled it up, and put it back into the small tube tied to the pigeon's leg.
Feng Jiuer took out a pill, came to the man in black, stuffed it into his mouth, and shook his head hard.
Seeing that the man had swallowed the medicine, she slightly frowned.
"Jianyi, take him in, I have something to ask."
"Okay." Jian nodded, picked up the man in black just like he did with his prey, and turned around to leave.
"Xiao Yingying and Qian Yan will continue to take their brothers to monitor everything nearby to prevent another pair of eyes from appearing somewhere." Feng Jiuer continued to give instructions.
"Well, I understand." Little Cherry nodded.
"Yes." Tuoba Keyan also responded.
The two left with their brothers, and Feng Jiuer turned around to follow Jian Yi's footsteps.
In the tent, the man in black was tied to an iron frame, his head hanging limply.
Feng Jiuer pulled up a chair and sat in the middle of the tent, looking up at the tied up person.
"Is Nanmenzhuo here?"
"Go back to Miss Jiu'er. I've already sent someone to invite her. She should be here soon."
"Okay." Just as Feng Jiuer nodded, subtle footsteps came from outside.
Nan Menzhuo opened the curtain and walked in. He glanced at the person on the iron frame and then his eyes fell on the woman on the chair.
"Miss Jiu'er, what on earth is going on?"
Nanmen Zhuo came to the Beimen Military Camp at midnight last night. Unexpectedly, he retracted the news that someone was going to cause trouble.
"Go and see, do you know this person?" Feng Jiuer glanced sideways and raised an eyebrow.
Nanmen Zhuo nodded, turned around and walked towards the man in black.
"Jianyi, unblock his acupuncture points." Feng Jiuer's voice sounded.
"Jiu'er, these are all dead soldiers, I'm worried..." Thinking of what happened just now, Jian Yi still hesitated a little.
"It doesn't matter. After taking my special medicine, he might not be able to bite his tongue even if he wants to." Feng Jiuer waved her hand.
Jian nodded, took two steps over, and placed his long fingers on two places on the man's body.
Seeing how weak he was, Jian Yi felt relieved and turned back to stay by Feng Jiu'er's side.
The man in black raised his eyes and lowered his head again.
"If you want to kill or behead, you can do whatever you want. We charge money... to do things. We would rather die than... tell the truth about the master, we..."
"Miss Jiuer, this person is not from Crowwood City. I have never seen him before."
Nanmen Zhuo looked at him carefully for a while, making sure that the other party was not disguised, and then looked back at Feng Jiu'er.
"I hope I'm not yours, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tolerate you." Feng Jiuer glanced at Nanmen Zhuo and her voice was a bit deep.
"Miss Jiuer, there is no need to doubt my integrity." Nanmen Zhuo responded softly.
"If I am not sincere, I will harm not only the Nanmen family, but also the brothers and people of the entire Crowwood City."
"The current situation no longer allows me to make other choices, and Miss Jiuer is true to her word, why should I betray her?"
Feng Jiuer ignored Nanmen Zhuo and her eyes fell on the man in black. She stood up and walked over.
Feeling the cold air approaching, the man in black couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.
He didn't know what force forced him to raise his eyes, but after meeting the eyes of this petite woman, he wanted to avoid it, but was powerless.
She was obviously just a petite and incredibly beautiful woman, but she was so intimidating that the man was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.
"Who are you instructing?" Feng Jiuer's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there were a few more silver needles in her hand.
The man's eyes widened as he looked at the gradually enlarging silver needles. The fear ignited in his heart was even stronger than death.
"Jiu'er, there's no need to get your hands dirty." Qiao Mu opened the curtain and walked in.
Nan Menzhuo happens to be there too, it's time for her to show off her talents.
Qiao Mu glanced at Nanmen Zhuo, who had already arrived beside Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer looked at her and seemed to understand her intention.
"Okay." She looked at Qiao Mu and raised her eyebrows, "Come here!"
Qiao Mu nodded and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Feng Jiuer moved a little away, and Qiao Mu stood in front of the man in black, his gaze equally chilling.
"What...are you going to do?" The man had not yet reacted in the silver needle. Seeing Qiao Mu's appearance, the fear in his heart became even stronger.
Qiao Mu looked at the man for a moment, and a slightly evil smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The man who was tied to the iron frame continued to take deep breaths, and his eyes gradually became slack.
It was only half a stick of incense before the man's eyes were filled with chaos, as if he was possessed by a demon, which was intimidating.
