Shi Lan rummaged through the cupboard and pulled out a set of barbarian clothes. She quickly dressed, and by the firelight, used a charred twig to thicken her thin eyebrows. She then added darker shades to the sides of her nose to make it appear more prominent and defined. She loosened her hair and braided it into the thin braids that a barbarian woman the original owner had once seen had worn. With a waist knife and bow and arrows at her sides, she put on her small leather boots, packed up the food in the house, and then burned the place down. (Latest and fastest updates, free reading)

The bright flames instantly illuminated the sky. Hearing the commotion from a nearby house, a fellow with spiky hair rushed out. Shi Lan, being small and short-legged, quickly ran a few steps and, before the man could react, pierced his chest like an arrow, subtly twisting her wrist to insert the knife into his abdomen.

Bright red blood gushed out, quickly staining the cuff of her sleeve that covered half of her hand.

Shi Lan wiped it with disgust, and was about to turn around when a woman's voice came from inside the door. Shi Lan paused, lifted the felt curtain, and went in.

The woman seemed surprised that it was Shi Lan who had entered. She shrank back in alarm and quickly moved her body backward.

Seeing her frightened expression, Shi Lan hesitated for a moment. She was Wuji's mother, Boge. Over the years, she had neither treated the original owner nor the others well. In terms of being harsh, she was even better than Wuji and his father.

Shi Lan felt a little soft-hearted.

The custom among the barbarians is that when a man dies, the woman without a son must marry someone else. Now that Wuji is dead, she will belong to someone else, just like this territory.

Shi Lan felt sorry for her, thinking that she was a woman who had no choice in the matter, so she turned around and walked out.

Unexpectedly, Borg pulled out a knife from beside his pillow and pounced on Shi Lan before she could react.

Shi Lan's senses were sharp. From the moment she unleashed her killing intent, she knew that her rare kindness had been wasted. With life and death at stake, she could not afford to be soft-hearted. Shi Lan dodged and her arm swept across with what seemed like light but actually heavy force.

A line of blood suddenly appeared between the woman's chest and abdomen. She moved her lips slightly, but ultimately collapsed unwillingly.

Looking at the blanket that was quickly soaked, Shi Lan felt a mix of emotions.

Since she had already killed him, she decided to go all the way and ransacked the house, only to find a few pieces of silver.

As usual, the house was lit. Shi Lan moved to the side, where the house was the best-renovated in the area. It was where Wuji's grandmother, the highest leader in charge of the area, lived.

In fact, according to the barbarian rules, Shi Lan could have spared her life.

Wuji's father is dead, and this old woman only has him as her son. Having also lost her son, she will be forcibly married off to another barbarian by someone of a higher rank, even though she is old and no longer capable of having offspring.

However, having learned her lesson earlier, Shi Lan dared not be soft-hearted now. She now harbored a deep hatred for the old woman, a hatred stemming from the killing of her son and grandson. Letting the old woman live would be nothing more than asking for trouble.

Gently lifting the felt curtain, the room was dimly lit. The old woman who had been carefully tended to was already asleep. Shi Lan quietly took two steps closer, raised her waist knife, and stabbed directly.

The old lady was quite alert. When the sharp blade was aimed at her, she rolled around in her blanket, the blade slicing through the blanket and sending cotton wool flying all over the room.

The old lady stood by the cabinet, muttering something to herself.

Shi Lan pursed her lips, remained silent, and thrust her knife forward again.

The old woman seemed to realize something, her eyes widened suddenly, she pointed at Shi Lan, and with her last bit of strength, she hissed, "You are not a barbarian."

Shi Lan snorted coldly, pulled the knife from her chest, and watched her collapse to the ground before saying, "Do barbarians have skills as good as mine?"

After looting the place again and counting out twice as much silver as before, Shi Lan was satisfied and moved the fire here.

By this time, some people outside had been alerted by the firelight and noise. Through the bright, dazzling light, Shi Lan, with her braids swinging, gave a threatening yet cold look to the trembling crowd gathered in the distance before quickly leaving.

Everyone looked at her authentic barbarian attire with surprise and suspicion, but fearing the barbarians' brutality, they all lowered their heads, dared not speak, and went back to their dilapidated houses.

Shi Lan ran as fast as she could, but she was already at her limit. The little energy she had accumulated during her previous training had been used up in the series of events just now. Now she had to find a safe place as soon as possible. She had destroyed a barbarian family, and she could imagine what kind of manhunt she would face next.

Passing through rows of houses and turning past towering walls, a faint sound of waves lapping against the shore drifted from afar.

Shi Lan twitched her ears, turned around, and ran towards the source of the sound. Seeing the constantly flowing water, she quickly determined the direction, and soon a faint smile appeared on her face.

In the original owner's memory, this was a large river connecting the inner city and the outer city. Because it flowed from the outside to the inside, the noble lords in the inner city felt that the water in the inner city was defiled by lowly slaves, so they sent people to fetch the water from the sluice gate not far from here, believing that it would be cleaner that way.

As she walked, she carefully avoided the houses that shone with light, and soon arrived at the high wall with its tall wooden fence.

Two carts carrying huge wooden barrels were pulled by several men in tattered clothes as they floated down the river to the sluice gate. Not far away, a barbarian holding a sword and halberd looked at the group with impatience. When he saw someone walking slowly, he would strike the man on the back with the back of his sword or halberd, causing the man to stagger and almost fall to the ground, while laughing loudly.

Shi Lan frowned, suppressing the anger rising in her heart, and forced herself to turn her gaze away, focusing on the wooden barrels.

The car moved slowly forward. Several men walked to the front of the car and bowed and scraped to the barbarians. Shi Lan ran all the way and secretly came to the edge of the car. Before the men noticed, she quickly lifted the lid of the bucket and, like a nimble monkey, lightly slipped inside.

The lid of the bucket was half-closed by Shi Lan, making the small space dark. The rumbling sound of the wheels suddenly became louder. After a while, the low curses of the men could be heard. The content was nothing more than that the barbarians were savage, uncivilized, inhuman, and unruly. They also made boastful remarks about what they would do if the court were to return.

Shi Lan hunched over and listened for a while before noticing the car had stopped.

She lifted the bucket lid, revealing her head. Her dark eyes stared at the men who were preparing to unload the bucket, and she said in a strange tone, "How dare you insult your master!"

The man was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. He hadn't expected that there was a barbaric woman hiding inside.

The others beside the car noticed something was wrong and came over. When they saw Shi Lan, they all bowed down like the men.

Shi Lan jumped out of the wooden tub and spat at the men. They had been talking so confidently before, but it turned out they were just faking it all.

Several imposing husbands, upon seeing a barbaric woman barely taller than a bucket, were so frightened that they repeatedly kowtowed. Shi Lan glanced at them with disgust, jumped out of the bucket, and walked away without looking back.