"Butler, you said I can't kill people while wearing an invisibility cloak. If Uncle Yin dies from the attack of these Blood Carpet Pythons, it shouldn't be considered a violation of my rules, right?"

The geese she used to send out and the blood blanket pythons seemed to be no different.

“Yes, Master, it doesn’t count, because you didn’t kill anyone using the power of invisibility,” the butler said sternly.

Qiao Lian'er's eyes were calm, yet filled with a certain determination. She would take care of Uncle Yin tonight, ensuring the safety of the villagers and reducing obstacles to her mining operations.

Soon, caravans began to arrive one after another. Without Uncle Yin, who was causing trouble, her transactions would go much more smoothly.

Uncle Yin not only owned more than a dozen mines, but also effectively controlled several other people's mines. He had seized these through intimidation. With his death, she could take over them and further increase her power.

The blood-red pythons completely covered Uncle Yin, making it impossible to see even a corner of his clothes.

At first, you could still see his hands and feet struggling desperately, but gradually, his hands and feet became weak and he could hardly resist anymore.

"That was so satisfying, we should have killed them long ago," Pei Shijiu said in the space.

"It's like I gave him several chances, but he insisted on courting death. There's nothing I can do about it."

Activating so many Bloodcarpet Pythons and imbuing them with her own will had left Qiao Lian'er exhausted; it was an extremely draining experience for her.

That's why she only unleashed her true killing move when she reached her breaking point.

About half an hour later, Qiao Lian'er's face turned slightly pale, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

A handkerchief was used to gently wipe away her sweat, carrying a faint fragrance of orchids.

He was very careful and gentle, as if afraid of disrespecting her.

"They should be dead by now, let's get out of here."

Qiao Lian'er summoned the Blood Carpet Pythons back, and they all disappeared from the spot. The last two to disappear seemed to have been wrapped around Uncle Yin's body. When they loosened their grip, Uncle Yin's body fell to the ground limply and twisted, as if several of his bones were broken.

Uncle Yin's face was pale, his mouth was covered in blood, and his wide-open eyes were bloodshot and lifeless; he was completely dead.

He must have lived a life of great power and influence, seemingly omnipotent, and never imagined his life would end in this way.

There was no more movement outside. The door to the room opened hesitantly, and Commander Zaga poked his head out.

Upon seeing Uncle Yin's tragic death, he was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Looking up, Commander Zaga saw a figure sitting in the main seat. The woman was dressed in white, with a veil hanging down her face, obscuring her features. Only a blurry outline could be seen.

But the chilling coldness emanating from those eyes was so intense it sent shivers down one's spine.

Commander Zaga remembered that Uncle had mentioned the Blood Carpet Python, and that Miss Shui had somehow managed to win over Naga Buddha and get him to help her.

This is something he cannot tolerate.

He wanted to first consult a sorcerer to deprive the Water Maiden of the Buddha's protection before taking action.

Unexpectedly, the wizard died before he even arrived.

Qiao Lian'er lifted her eyelids and glanced over indifferently, and Military Governor Zaga quickly crawled over on his knees.

“Miss Shui, Miss Shui, I was wrong. I only said a few words to Uncle Yin and did not take any action against you. Don’t worry, from now on you go your way and I will go mine. We will not interfere with each other.”