"Hey! Zhang Jun, is there anywhere in this small county town that sells cinnabar pens and yellow paper?" Chu Wanwan asked as she walked with the soldiers, looking around at the shops in Ningshui County.

Most of the shops here are closed, with only a few selling daily necessities still open.

"It seems not! What do you need a cinnabar pen and yellow paper for?" Li Jun asked疑惑地.

"Have you forgotten? Didn't I tell you? I'm a member of the Xuanmen sect, and these things are of great use to us!" Chu Wanwan said in a low voice.

"Huh? I almost forgot! Aren't Taoist priests and nuns just people from the Xuanmen sect? What can they do?" Li Jun thought that Taoist priests and nuns were just swindlers who pretended to exorcise ghosts and demons!

Where do ghosts and demons come from in this world?

Chu Wanwan could tell what Li Jun was thinking just by looking at his expression. She smiled slightly and said, "Li Jun, do I look like a liar to you?"

“It doesn’t look like it!” Li Jun quickly shook his head.

He had personally witnessed Chu Wanwan and Si Mingye's abilities; putting aside everything else, their combat strength was probably stronger than the entire battalion's soldiers. People with such capabilities wouldn't need to resort to deception...

"Alright, find me some genuine yellow paper, cinnabar, and calligraphy brushes, and I can help our battalion eliminate the enemy troops at the train station with minimal casualties!" Chu Wanwan said confidently.

"Really?" Li Jun asked in surprise. According to reliable intelligence, the enemy had more than a thousand men escorting the supplies. Moreover, they were well-equipped, and frankly, everyone was prepared to sacrifice themselves.

Now Chu Wanwan is saying that if he helps her find those miraculous things, she can eliminate the enemy with minimal casualties, which he finds hard to believe.

"Of course I'm not joking. I, Chu Wanwan, always keep my word." Chu Wanwan's eyes were firm, and her tone was full of confidence. "As long as we can find the yellow paper, cinnabar, and brush, I have a way to help our camp minimize casualties. So, do you trust me?"

Looking into Chu Wanwan's unwavering gaze, Li Jun felt a surge of inexplicable trust. Although he knew that Chu Wanwan and Si Mingye were mysterious and acted differently from others, their strength was undeniable.

He probably won't be playing a trick on him!

"Fine, I'll trust you this once!" Li Jun said through gritted teeth.

"We will pass through mountainous areas on our march. There is a Taoist temple on the mountain, and I think the things there should be authentic! Once we get there, you can sneak away."

"After you get those things, catch up with us! I think with your light-footed skills, you shouldn't be late for tonight's mission!"

"Okay! Remind us when we get to that mountain!" Chu Wanwan said softly, then began to walk silently...

After walking for about an hour, the group began to enter the mountains. The mountain path was rugged, and night was falling. Chu Wanwan and Si Mingye kept a close eye on the mountaintop, hoping to see the Taoist temple that Li Jun had mentioned.

After walking in the mountains for a while, Li Jun pointed to a high mountain and whispered to Chu Wanwan, "That's the mountain. You can go and take a look."

Chu Wanwan and Si Mingye exchanged a glance and nodded.

They excused themselves to use the restroom, quietly left the group, and sped towards the Taoist temple on the mountain.

Inside the Taoist temple, it was pitch black. Chu Wanwan and Si Mingye searched the temple with torches and finally found the yellow paper, cinnabar, and writing brush they needed. They quickly put these items away and prepared to leave.

However, just as they were about to leave, an old Taoist priest suddenly appeared before them. His gaze was deep as he stared at the yellow paper and cinnabar in their hands, and he asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Why have you come here in the dead of night to steal from the Taoist temple?"

"Hahaha... Grandpa Taoist! As you can see, we are the Eighth Route Army. We're not here to steal anything. We're just borrowing... borrowing, haha..."

Chu Wanwan responded to the old Taoist priest with a playful smile on her face, trying to ease the sudden tension.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest frowned slightly. They were indeed wearing the uniforms of Eighth Route Army soldiers, but if they were really Eighth Route Army soldiers, would they come to his Taoist temple to steal such things?

He stared at Chu Wanwan and Si Mingye.

He had naturally heard of the reputation of the Eighth Route Army; it was a heroic force that fought against the Japanese and was deeply loved by the people.

They wouldn't take a single needle or thread from the people...

However, the two people in front of them, although wearing Eighth Route Army uniforms, seemed to behave in a way that was completely different from the style of the Eighth Route Army.

"Eighth Route Army soldiers? Hmph, even if they are the Eighth Route Army, they cannot steal from a Taoist temple at will. Moreover, your sneaky behavior at night makes it hard to believe your words."

The old Taoist priest's tone carried a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa, I really didn't lie to you. I'll borrow this for now! I'll buy it back for you when I have the money!"

After Chu Wanwan finished speaking, she leaped away and ran.

Upon seeing this, Si Mingye touched his nose, bowed to the old Taoist priest, and then ran away!

The old Taoist priest was so angry that his beard trembled! These two even claimed to be Eighth Route Army soldiers; he thought they were clearly shameless thieves.

After he finished inspecting the Taoist temple and found out what was missing, he was furious.

"Two shameless thieves, how dare they steal the most precious treasure in my Taoist temple—the Spirit-Guiding Brush."

The old Taoist priest gritted his teeth, his heart filled with indignation.

He quickly searched the Taoist temple to see if anything else was missing.

However, apart from the lost spirit-guiding pen and some yellow paper and cinnabar, there was nothing else.

"Hmph, you two petty thieves! I'd like to see where you're going to take the treasures from my temple!" With that, the old Taoist priest went down the mountain to look for them.

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