The lush mountains and fields are like a beautiful cloak, giving people a refreshing feeling in this season. Sitting high on a tree branch, looking at the verdant greenery and feeling the breeze, is definitely a wonderful experience.
Jiang Cheng sat in the sedan chair with his head down, swaying gently at a comfortable pace.
If you draw back the curtains, you can see the mountain road winding down the mountain, and countless small houses that look like they were built from the same mold, with lights on at their doors. They are all gray, with blue tiles on the roofs, and small signs hanging on the dark brown wooden doors.
It should be a place full of life and warmth.
Jiang Cheng felt as if a dark cloud was hanging over the town.
The oppressive atmosphere that enveloped the area made one constantly feel that a storm was brewing.
Presumably, the countless people living in the small house were all gloomy-faced, numb-looking madmen, sharpening knives and carrying hidden weapons, ready to kill people at any moment. They were like dogs that hadn't howled but had been stressed, their bodies trembling as if about to bare their fangs.
Is this human?
He was still a dying, lifeless puppet.
Jiang Cheng slightly turned his head to watch the four masked men, thin as mantises, carrying the sedan chair with steady, uniform steps. The only distinctive feature of the Sakura Kingdom's assassin system was this.
Apart from the nobles, the other assassins seemed like puppets.
Having been trained like this, I really don't know what kind of torture they have endured.
He couldn't help but think of Zhao Xuerou dressed in slave clothes in the magnificent ancient palace. Thinking about it this way, she seemed more lively and vivid. The way she frowned and cursed when she was angry was quite interesting.
A gentle breeze ripples through the forest, the rustling of leaves is melodious, and the night sky is clear.
As Jiang Cheng was pondering, suddenly... a woman with a silver-white body, as if covered in fish scales, and with her hair flowing freely, appeared beside him and nestled on his shoulder.
The woman exuded a cool aura, with delicate features, a high nose bridge, a angular, sophisticated face, moist lips, and deep-set eyes.
She appeared out of thin air, arriving in the sedan chair without leaving a trace.
The sedan chair bearers were unaware of what was happening.
"Boss, have you decided to help Demu Jiaxian?" Her voice was like heavenly music, with a touch of languor, and her skin was as smooth as snow.
For some reason, Jiang Cheng felt that Gu Qingwan had become even more beautiful and vibrant after the fusion. She was like a thin fish that had entered the vast ocean and continued to grow until she was so large that she could cover an entire sea area.
"I've thought it through. I think it's quite interesting. After leaving the dream plane and returning to reality, we not only need to weaken the existing status of the Sakura Kingdom in one fell swoop, but also take care of the remnants of the German nobles. It's not a bad thing to learn about them; consider it practice."
Jiang Cheng reached out and grabbed the armrest beside him, and said, "Besides, I've never done it myself before, so I want to give it a try this time."
"I will follow the boss's decision." Gu Qingwan said, placing her slender fingers on Jiang Cheng's legs and kneading them gently, as if to relieve his fatigue.
The dream dimension not only erodes the physical body but also traumatizes the soul.
She did what she could.
For some reason, Gu Qingwan even found herself somewhat enamored with these quiet moments alone with Shui Tingli, undisturbed by others. It felt like a little world had been created just for them, where the sun and moon revolved, and the wind and rain still raged, yet they were detached from the worries of reality.
It gave her the warmth of two strangers in a remote, impoverished place staying together.
Looking at the bright moon, looking at each other.
What a wonderful life.
In the silent stillness, Jiang Cheng closed his eyes to rest.
A moment later, the sedan chair stopped, Gu Qingwan ceased her movements, and in an instant, she vanished without a trace.
He was still all alone in this cramped space.
Jiang Cheng lifted the cloth and went outside, only to find himself outside the small village, on the narrow path he had come from. At this moment, a steel knife was deeply embedded in a tree beside him, and a sign was hanging under the knife.
This road is blocked.
Jiang Cheng examined it carefully; one really needs to have some strength to make the steel knife penetrate the wood so deeply.
This should be a warning from the road blockers.
Once they left the mountains and arrived at the village, the assassins also followed the same rules. In this small town, they were the rulers, and each of them was a demon with blood on their hands.
This made the sedan chair bearers somewhat wary, and they were unwilling to go any further.
Jiang Cheng understood what the masked man meant and waved his hand, "Alright, you can leave now."
The four men lifted the sedan chair again, their movements synchronized. They turned it around, two men going backward and two men turning around, just like puppets being manipulated.
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