He was about to remind him, but Ji Mofan said it first.
Even Sheng Xi couldn't help but glance at him.
Having spent over a year in the Demon Realm, he had no idea that the border guards' uniforms had such intricacies.
After all, there are few righteous people in the Demon Realm, and even fewer who would venture into the heart of the main city. He had no way of knowing this.
“I’ve seen it in books,” Ji Mofan said.
He couldn't very well tell these people that the information he knew came from his past life, could he?
Before his death, the friction between the cultivation world and the demon world was already very intense, and he had dealt with demon soldiers dressed like that.
"The Demon Realm only discovered this new type of dye in recent years, and it's used to make uniforms for border guards. From which book did you learn about this?" Xihe asked at this moment.
He didn't think much of it, but he was genuinely puzzled.
Although the cultivation world rarely seeks out trouble from the demon realm, it is more often the demon cultivators who cross the border to cause trouble.
However, it's hard to guarantee that some righteous cultivators won't come up with clever ideas, or that they won't be able to bear the disturbances from demonic cultivators and will be forced to retaliate.
If a border guard is ambushed, he may not be able to tell whether the energy hitting him is demonic or spiritual.
With this dye, we can quickly identify the culprit and use it as evidence to seek justice in the cultivation world.
But these things have only been used for a few years, so they shouldn't be recorded or even spread to the cultivation world, right?
Ji Mofan sighed, "It's about the books in your Demon Palace. You said you were worried I'd be bored, so you threw a stack of books in my room. Have you forgotten?"
Xihe's eyes were vacant, clearly she didn't remember what book she had given Jimo Fan at all.
Seeing his expression, Ji Mofan knew he had gotten away with it and turned to continue distributing clothes.
Of the group, only Sheng Xi did not receive any clothes.
"Why are you targeting me?" he protested.
"You're a demonic cultivator, why would you need a disguise?" Ji Mofan asked him, frowning.
"The Demon Lord is also a demon cultivator, so why can he change clothes?" Sheng Xi couldn't move her hand, so she could only raise her face and point at Xi He over there with her chin.
Before Xihe and Shengxi could start arguing again, Jimo Fan directly put a helmet on the former's head, forcibly interrupting the chanting.
“Because everyone knows his face,” Ji Mofan said. “Are you as famous as him?”
Sheng Xi shut her mouth.
Of course not.
Even though he has a considerable reputation in the cultivation world, he is truly just an insignificant mercenary among demonic cultivators.
Moreover, after he arrived, he focused solely on finding his little puppet, rarely interacting with outsiders, and often moving to a different place as soon as he received a clue.
In addition, a disturbance had just occurred in the main city where he originally settled, so the population movement must have been extremely chaotic, and it was not even certain that anyone knew whether he was dead or had gone somewhere else.
He could only squat on the ground with the bow on his head, silently watching Ji Mofan and his group surround a squad of border guards, knock them all unconscious and throw them into the cave. Ji Mofan even put a barrier array at the entrance that only allowed people to enter but not leave.
The barrier isn't very strong; even if the person inside doesn't have the ability to break it, they'll open it on their own in a few days.
Li Jinchu couldn't help but glance at Ji Mofan again.
That's really strange. He originally thought that Ji Mofan would just kill the person directly.
After all, he was so resolute when he forced Li Geyue down the path of no return, and since handing the person over to him last time, he hasn't asked a single question about the person's whereabouts.
Just now he was pretending to still treat the other party as a junior brother, but apart from using him, Li Jinchu couldn't see any other feelings he had for his junior brother.
He had initially felt it was a pity that the kid had become so emotionally detached.
After seeing how he dealt with the demon soldiers, I finally felt relieved.
Jimo has changed, but it's moving in a positive direction.
After changing their clothes, the group disguised themselves as a patrol escorting prisoners back to the city and walked towards the city gate with normal expressions.
This border fortress had long received orders from the main city to strengthen its defenses.
But they probably didn't expect that instead of finding a secluded corner to sneak through, they would try to sneak past right under their noses, making their entry into the city relatively lax.
Moreover, due to the recent sudden tightening of defenses, many demon soldiers were urgently transferred from other places to provide assistance. In addition, their uniforms include a helmet that can cover most of their faces, so unless they are pulled over for a thorough inspection, no clues can be found.
Fang Xian had a magical artifact that could disguise spiritual power, and moreover, he had a demonic cultivator named Miao Miao who had been turned to the side to help him. Even when the demonic soldiers on guard at the gate questioned him about his password, he didn't give himself away and entered the city smoothly.
The situation in the border town is much more severe than when Jimo Fanjin came a few days ago.
Merchants closed their shops, pedestrians went home, and looking out onto the street, all that could be seen coming and going were demon soldiers in light armor, hurrying about.
The group went around to a deserted alley and changed all their clothes.
"The play is over, and you still want me to continue playing the prisoner?" Sheng Xi had been held down by Fang Xuan the whole time, and he couldn't even utter a word, let alone resist.
Fang Xian stuck a foxtail grass that he had picked from the roadside at some point on his head.
"...If you can't speak, you don't have to. Everyone knows you're mute." Sheng Xi shook her head, utterly speechless, and shook off the foxtail grass.
I don't know what material Fang Xian used to tie him up was made of, but when I shook it, it bounced up very lightly and swayed along with me, making even my anger soften.
"You two, stop fooling around." Ji Mofan stopped their pointless little game.
At a time like this, they're still in the mood to make a ruckus. If the patrolling demon soldiers find out, they'll all be turned into a plate of scrambled eggs.
Even being carefree has its limitations.
"You put one in him too." Sheng Xi pointed at him with her chin, but her gaze was fixed on Fang Xuan.
However, it seems that Ji Mofan's advice did not yield good results.
Fang Xianzhen obediently walked over and stuck a small blade of grass in his hair.
"Hey, can you please not be so obvious about your differential treatment?" Although the other party had followed her instructions, Sheng Xi still wanted to yell at them.
If it weren't for the faint sound of iron hooves pounding the ground in the distance, he would have definitely given this bandaged weirdo a good dressing down.
Why is it that when you put a foxtail grass on his head, it's just a pretty blade of grass that you could even use as a hairpin if you don't look closely?
“That’s right, teammates should be treated equally.” In the last scene, Xihe was arguing fiercely with Shengxi, but this time she has teamed up with him again.
He reached out and plucked the grass off Ji Mofan's head, then twisted it into a crooked shape.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm so clumsy." He gave Fang Xian a very casual apology, completely insincere.
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