The company commander put a finger to his lips to make a shushing gesture.

"When you get back after the mission, you'll have to sign a confidentiality agreement. Don't tell anyone or be curious. Just pretend you never saw it and keep it to yourself forever."

Once you take over my position, you'll experience similar situations quite often; you'll get used to it.

Jin Fei clenched his fists, a burning desire gleaming in his eyes.

How could I possibly keep it to myself?

If they meet or even marry someone like that, would their parents still need to suffer on the farm?

Exonerating the Kim family is a simple matter of a single sentence, isn't it?

He made up his mind, ignoring the company commander's rambling, turned around and carried a table from the tent, suppressing his fear, and placed it next to the giant tortoise, Ruan Xianxian's resting place.

The meaning is self-evident.

A wooden table with a footstool? Ruan Xianxian blinked. Was something wrong with her? She could step anywhere on the ground, but with such a small stool, she had to calculate where to step.

You could easily sprain your ankle.

The standard desk is actually quite large, but placing it next to the large Weiwei is no different from someone jumping from a wardrobe onto a small stool.

But the soldier meant well, so Ruan Xianxian pretended not to see it and chose to jump off the turtle's back from the other side, with Mu Xia following closely behind.

The commander of the Second Division thought for a moment, then slid down the turtle's back like a slide.

Knowing this deputy regimental commander of the Second Division's personality, one simply couldn't bear to look at him.

As soon as their feet touched the ground, the deputy regimental commanders and company commanders from various regiments surrounded them, chattering about the changes that had taken place in the village in the past few hours.

A detailed document along with a list of personnel was also delivered to Ruan Xianxian. She glanced at it and listened to the people around her talking.

Suddenly, she looked directly at the person giving the report, "Wrong!"

The report was interrupted, and the man was clearly taken aback, scratching his head. "Where did I go wrong?"

Ruan Xianxian closed her eyes, her mind racing through everything she had just experienced in Baishi Village. When she opened her eyes again, her tone was certain:

"You said that the advance troops of the Third Division had 120 people who entered the village, and 58 of them went missing on the mountain. Logically speaking, there should have been 58 ghostly figures projected in the village. Why did I only see 55?"

Where are the other three?

"What? The three ghostly figures didn't appear?" The Third Regiment Commander's expression changed slightly.

They stationed themselves there to await reinforcements and prevent further casualties. After ordering the entire commune brigade to be sealed off, they did not send anyone else to investigate further.

I had no idea that three soldiers were missing from the ghostly figures.

If there are too few soldiers, what about the villagers?

What does a small number of people represent?

Three people have perished...?

Or were there only three survivors?

The soldiers who turned their backs were clearly breathing heavily; the former did not want to face it, and the latter could not face it at all.

That was nearly a hundred men from the village, including the breadwinner of a family and children who had just come of age.

Don't say that greed leads to one's own downfall. The soldiers are very understanding. If it were you before you joined the army, and the rain washed away a lot of gold and silver meant for burial on the back mountain, who wouldn't be tempted?

Those who remain unmoved are saints.

It's just human nature!

He made a mistake, but it didn't warrant the death penalty!

Although I don't want to face it, the fact is that there are two groups of people: the "ghosts of the village" and the "ghosts" who disappeared. At least one of them may, probably, have been murdered...

"Alright, instead of arguing about these trivial matters, let's go into the mountains and take a look. We'll know whether it's a mule or a horse once we take it out for a walk."

The weasel, who had been restless since arriving here, spoke at this moment.

The incomprehensible cries attracted the attention of some people, while Ruan Xianxian, who understood them, looked conflicted. Should she go up the mountain?

I wonder if it would be alright to let Mu Xia go up by herself?

Mu Xia, who was being stared at with ill intent: ? ? ?

Meanwhile, the troops were also assembling, selecting 50 soldiers who excelled in close combat and 50 who were accurate in shooting, ready to accompany them into the mountains at any time.

Feng Bai stood with his legs apart, hands behind his back, facing a hundred soldiers. His complex gaze swept from the front to the back of the column. He spoke in a deep voice:

"This is a mission with unknown dangers ahead. Are you afraid of dying?"

A hundred voices coalesced into a torrent of power, piercing through the air and reaching the heavens: "Don't be afraid."

Feng Bai nodded slightly. "Five minutes. Write your will and hand it to me."

For some reason, Ruan Xianxian's eyes suddenly reddened upon hearing these words...

Mu Xia patted her warmly, "Don't be sad. A will is something that soldiers must leave behind before going to war. Leaving it doesn't necessarily mean you will die."

We will protect them.

"Annoying!" Ruan Xianxian wiped her eyes forcefully with her sleeve. "Why do we need to protect them and follow them? Isn't it better to wait down here?"

Mu Xia knew she was worried. "Do you know how to use firearms?"

Ruan Xianxian: ...

"Can you handle a mortar?"

Ruan Xianxian: ...

Do you know where to aim the gun?

"That's enough, that's enough." Ruan Xianxian whispered to Weiwei, "When we go up the mountain later, you protect them."

"Me? Don't worry about me. I'll shield Mu Xia if we encounter any danger."

The team was ready to go, and Weasel kept urging them on. Ruan Xianxian finally noticed that something was wrong with him. "What's wrong with you?"

Before Huang Er could answer, a tinkling sound was carried by the breeze from afar. The sound was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present.

The clanging of bronze instruments filled the air as an old man dressed in brightly colored clothes and with a very strange appearance slowly appeared at the edge of the horizon.

Her face was covered by dangling beads, making her look strange and mysterious.

"Who goes there?" A soldier blocked their way, asking with a hostile expression.

The third regimental commander spat, "Wasn't the commune sealed off? How did this person get in? Take him away and find out."

His soldiers' fate is unknown, and the current commander of the Third Regiment is in a terrible mood, wishing he could dig the culprit who caused all this out of his coffin and tear him to pieces...

Seeing the strangely dressed person in front of him, he felt a surge of anger rising to his head.

Two soldiers received orders and went forward to capture the strange man...

The strange man holding the staff-like wooden stick didn't move his hands, but casually took a step, easily dodging the attack from both sides by the two soldiers.

He parted the beaded curtain covering his face with one finger, revealing a yellow tooth missing a front tooth, and laughed as he pointed at the still slightly agitated weasel.

"You, you! Didn't I tell you not to go on long trips with shady people? You didn't listen at all!"

"None of your business?" The weasel scratched its ear in annoyance.

Ruan Xianxian finally recognized him; wasn't this the strange old man who said "Jia Ming" had no face at the state-run restaurant that day?

She spoke up to stop the soldier who was about to step forward and block him: "Let him come over, he's one of us."

The old man revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth upon hearing this, "You're the quick-witted girl. I must have been delayed on the way. I'm not too late, am I?"

Ruan Xianxian narrowed her eyes and looked at Fan Caicai, who was also looking at the old man. "Is he the reinforcement you said the institute sent?"

Fan Caicai shook her head firmly, "No, although Brother Li isn't very clean either, he brushes his teeth every now and then, so they wouldn't be this yellow!"

also……

Upon hearing the word "also," Ruan Xianxian finally couldn't help but ask, "Is Institute 507 some kind of beggar's den?"

Huang Er, who was more experienced and knowledgeable, snorted and answered her question.

"It's because they've committed too many murders, and to prevent their enemies from seeking revenge, they're deliberately using filth to cover up their own aura."