Ji Jingyu didn't know what they were talking about, but he didn't care.
What are you planning to do next?
"Tonight, I will go to the military camp with Tang Nian to meet them again. If needed, please go here and pick up Chu Roujia."
Lou Mu took out a map and pointed to the village where Chu Roujia was located.
Tonight will definitely be a sleepless night.
No one can say for sure what will happen then.
He must make thorough preparations.
"What about the little bird next door?"
"Let him rest in his room," Tang Nian said calmly.
She hadn't sorted out these mysteries yet and didn't want Minghuan to get involved in this matter any further.
"Sure, I'll take care of it."
Ji Jingyu accepted the map and left the room.
Aren't you worried he'll betray you?
Watching him close the door, Tang Nian yawned and looked at Lou Mu with a leisurely air.
“If you were worried, you wouldn’t have sought out the judge in front of him.”
Lou Mu wasn't buying Tang Nian's act. He produced another plate of pastries from somewhere and placed it on the table.
Tang Nian didn't stand on ceremony and started eating.
The fact that Lou Mu didn't give her face seemed less important.
"You can't say that. I let him know that I have connections in the underworld. He'll have to think twice before he turns against me."
Tang Nian naturally had her own considerations.
No matter what, Ji Jingyu was once the heir of the Crane Clan. His rationality should enable him to make the right choice.
But since Lou Mu had already said that, Tang Nian couldn't help but ask a question in return.
"His timing was too perfect. How could you still dare to let him pick up Chu Roujia?"
"Based on the fact that this silver thread isn't his, I believe he'll be fine for now."
While Ji Jingyu was examining the silver threads, Lou Mu kept a close eye on him.
That expression didn't seem fake.
"Why don't you take a rest first? There's another tough battle tonight."
Tang Nian's mouth was full of pastries, and she mumbled indistinctly, "I'll go after I finish this plate of pastries!"
"Tell me, what exactly was the purpose of Chu Wende going to such lengths to impersonate the mortician Yang and stay in the army camp?"
Chu Wende will definitely take action regarding today's events.
The enemy is in the dark, while we are in the light.
This made Tang Nian even more uneasy.
"Don't think too much about it. We'll know later," Lou Mu comforted him. "Besides, you've regained your magic power now, why would you be afraid of him?"
Tang Nian sighed and stuffed another piece of pastry into her mouth.
She didn't need to be so concerned about dealing with Chu Wende, but it concerned so many people.
In the past, she wouldn't have even blinked, but now, she can't.
After finishing the pastries, Tang Nian didn't rest. She went to the next room to find Ming Huan.
No one knows what they talked about in the room, only that after a while, Tang Nian returned to her room with a serious expression.
...
At 9:00 PM, Tang Nian and Lou Mu arrived at the military camp.
They evaded the patrolling soldiers and, instead of looking for Lin Zhenming, went straight to Old Yang's tent.
At this moment, there was no one in Old Yang's tent; it was pitch black.
The two carefully entered the tent, and the sudden chill made Tang Nian shiver involuntarily.
She quickly lit the candles on the table.
The bodies had all been stitched up and were neatly arranged inside the tent.
Their eyes were closed, their faces were deathly pale, and their lips were a dark purple color.
Tang Nian stepped forward and first looked at the top of the corpse's head. The silver hair had been broken and had not been reattached.
She picked up a few silver threads and held them in her hand, then gently tapped the corpse's chest.
“They are puppets,” she said calmly. “Like the puppets in Jingning City, their souls are trapped inside the puppets.”
The evil magic used here is even more sophisticated than that used in Jingning City.
Tang Nian could try to save the souls in Jingning City, but the ones here could only be completely undoed with the blood of the person who cast the curse.
If you forcibly untie it, both the soul and the puppet will be destroyed.
If that's the case, then Elder Yang's blood can also be used, but as written in the forbidden book, it must be done willingly for it to be effective.
He's already gone this far, how could he possibly give up?
"It seems that only Chu Roujia can release these souls."
Tang Nian turned to Lou Mu: "Did the book you checked say what Chu Roujia needed to do?"
Lou Mu paused in his inspection of the table, then shook his head.
"The book does not explicitly state this, but it clearly warns of the risks of breaking the curse for those who did not cast it."
Tang Nian frowned: "What's the worst possible outcome?"
"Death."
Lou Mu's tone was indifferent, but one could still detect a hint of reluctance in his voice.
Tang Nian also fell silent.
In her view, after a person dies, their soul returns to the underworld to take stock of all the things they have done in their life. If they have enough merit, they can choose to be reborn into a good family or stay in the underworld to contribute to it.
In other words, if a person dies physically, but their soul remains, it cannot be considered death.
But people are not like that. They feel that death means abandoning the achievements they have made in life, and they are reluctant to die.
Although Tang Nian knew that Chu Roujia was not afraid of death, from a human perspective, she still felt some regret for Chu Roujia.
"Alright, we should go find them now."
Lou Mu clapped his hands, dispelling the heavy atmosphere.
The two arrived at Lin Zhenming's tent.
Upon seeing the two men, Lin Zhenming instinctively avoided their gaze: "My lords, please take a seat."
Seeing Lin Zhenming's expression, Tang Nian suddenly didn't want to force him for an answer anymore.
It's pretty obvious who he's working for.
Tang Nian was just a little disappointed; she really thought Lin Zhenming would consider the needs of his soldiers.
"General Lin, don't be nervous. I just want to ask about your relationship with Elder Yang."
Tang Nian composed herself and asked with a serious expression.
"Me and Old Yang?"
Lin Zhenming was startled and spilled some tea, but he quickly regained his composure.
"What could possibly happen between me and Old Yang?"
"What Lord Tang means is, I want to ask if there are any details you may have missed when you first met Elder Yang."
Lou Mu took everything in and explained with a forced smile.
Lin Zhenming pretended to wipe the water stains on the table: "Do you two gentlemen mean to doubt Elder Yang?"
He forced an awkward smile: "My lords, I'm not trying to be mean, but in this whole military camp, you can suspect anyone else, but Old Yang is the only one you can't possibly suspect."
Tang Nian raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? Why?"
“This…” Lin Zhenming suddenly stammered, his eyes darting around as if he were trying to come up with a reason.
"Where is Old Yang so late? Why isn't he in his tent?"
Just as Tang Nian was about to reveal Old Yang's identity to put pressure on Lin Zhenming, a series of hurried footsteps approached.
A soldier rushed into the tent, his face pale.
Upon seeing that Tang Nian and Lou Mu were also present, he paused for a moment, but didn't care about anything else.
"Report! General, sirs, something terrible has happened! All the corpses in the city have come back to life!"
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