The mysterious existence hiding in the darkness had just escaped when several gusts of wind, flames, icy winds, and thunder roared over. More than a dozen elders of the Manghuang tribe rushed to Ying Xiu'er with panic-stricken faces and hurriedly greeted her.

There were also two hot-tempered elders holding long swords, shouting loudly and chasing in the direction where the sound had just disappeared.

Ying Xiuer quietly looked at the direction where the two elders were chasing and waved her hand gently: "It's the people from Chu Family Fort."

After hesitating for a while, Ying Xiuer shook her head and said softly: "Maybe, he is not from Chujiabao. But, he is definitely inseparable from Chujiabao."

The elders of the clan looked at Ying Xiu'er very seriously.

Ying Xiuer smiled calmly and said softly, "Give orders to the tribesmen to be careful. Those people we have been on guard against may no longer be able to hold back. Counting the days, it is time for them to gradually take action."

Inside the camp, the elite troops of the Ying clan were quietly mobilized. Layer upon layer of heavily armored warriors surrounded the camp where Ying Xiu'er was located. Several mountain mammoths were stationed on all sides, and a thick yellow barrier covered the tents where Ying Xiu'er lived.

Twelve totem poles, each thirty feet high, were erected outside Ying Xiuer's tent. The totem poles, which were densely carved with countless patterns of wind, clouds, water waves, and dragons flying into the sky, emitted a faint light. The people in the nearby camp suddenly felt as if their hearts were pressed down by huge rocks, and they felt extremely uncomfortable.

In a hurry, the Ying clan had already set up the strongest defensive ban they could during the march.

Ying Xiu'er heaved a sigh of relief and walked into her tent with a few maids. When they were about to rest, a sleek yellow-haired mountain rat came out from under Ying Xiu'er's desk with a squeaking sound, holding a small paper roll in its two front paws and placed it at Ying Xiu'er's feet.

There were several shocks during the night. Just as several maids were about to scream out, Ying Xiu'er had already scolded them, making them hold back their screams.

Ying Xiu'er looked back at the totem pole standing at the entrance of the tent, then at the fat mountain rat lying calmly at her feet. Her pretty little face twitched slightly, and her eyes became more solemn.

Regardless of whether the mountain rat had been hiding in her tent before, or had sneaked in after all these defensive measures were put in place, the fact that the mountain rat appeared here proved that someone could threaten her safety at any time.

"Just a small mountain mouse!" Ying Xiuer smiled, picked up the paper roll and slowly unfolded it.

On the paper roll, a line of small characters was written in extremely neat strokes: Young Master Ying, do you dare to meet me? The story of eighteen years ago should be revealed. If you dare, if you are willing, please follow the rat.

'Please follow the rat'!

Ying Xiuer smiled, crushed the paper roll with her fingers, bent down, picked up the mountain rat, and pulled its whiskers hard.

The mountain rat squeaked, swung its tail, and tapped Ying Xiu'er's fingers a few times.

"Let elders Shang Yun and Shang Ling follow me to meet this interesting person. Also, bring a hundred Black Dragon Guards to support us from behind." Ying Xiuer smiled at the obedient and motionless mountain rat and said softly, "It's really interesting. Who could your master be?"

A quarter of an hour later, Ying Xiuer, wearing a large cloak, quietly left the camp under the escort of two old men, Shang Yun and Shang Ling. A few miles behind them, a hundred wild guards wearing heavy armor and embossed black dragon masks followed behind with hundreds of agile and ferocious war beasts.

It was dozens of miles away from the Manghuang Camp, right below the thousand-foot cliff where Chu Tian had looked at the battlefield of Chujiabao during the day. The mountain rat that led the way ran all the way here breathlessly, spun under a rock, and disappeared into a hole in the ground without a trace.

It was pitch dark all around, except for the two old men, Shang Yun and Shang Ling, who held a fist-sized white pearl in their hands. The pearl emitted a strong white light that illuminated an area of ​​several feet in radius.

Ying Xiu'er tightened her cloak, and the Canglong Shedding Shell diagram silently spewed water mist and floated behind her. She looked at the towering thousand-foot cliff in front of her and shouted softly: "Friend who delivered the letter, why don't you want to come out and meet people?"

Above the thousand-foot cliff, Agou was carrying a bunch of mountain vines connected together and gradually lowering them. Chu Tian, ​​with the mountain vines wrapped around his waist, gradually descended to the cliff dozens of feet above the ground.

He found a slightly protruding rock to stand on, squatting on it and overlooking Ying Xiu'er and her group.

"Young Master Ying, you have great means and skills. You have manipulated the leading figures of the three states, Minzhou, and Mangzhou, in your hands. Tsk tsk, if the news here spreads back to the capital of the Great Jin Dynasty, Grand Secretary Zhou and Master Xun will be too ashamed to face people."

Chu Tian laughed in a frivolous tone.

Ying Xiuer immediately recognized Chu Tian's voice. She frowned and said in a deep voice, "Chu Tian? Chu Dangtou?"

Suddenly, Ying Xiu'er laughed. She looked up at Chu Tian, ​​who was standing dozens of feet high, and whose general figure could not be seen clearly. She smiled with a bit of provocation, "Dangtou Chu dared to kidnap Sister Yan'er and took the opportunity to escape...Dangtou Chu was so bold that day, why doesn't he dare to meet me today?"

"I'm afraid of death, so it's better not to get too close to Young Master Ying." Chu Tian smiled and said, "Grand Scholar Zhou must have been urging Young Master Ying to take my head these days, right? With Young Master Ying's means and character, in order for the 32 wealthy families in Dajin to wholeheartedly help you attack Chu's Castle, he must also want to take my head."

"So, it's safer for us to talk like this!" Chu Tian took out a windproof candle used by fishermen in Baimang River when fishing at night, lit it, and casually inserted it into a crack in the rock beside him.

The faint candlelight illuminated half of Chu Tian's body, but his face was still hidden in the darkness.

Ying Xiuer looked at Chu Tian, ​​who was dressed in black and standing on the dark cliff, and shook her head helplessly: "Okay. Chu Dangtou used this method to lure me here, if you want to say something, just say it directly!"

"About what happened eighteen years ago!" Chu Tian said hurriedly, "I have grasped some truths that may be known only to me in the world. So, I hope to know some things that may be known only to you, Young Master Ying."

"The truth?" Ying Xiu'er pursed her lips and nodded gently: "What kind of truth? What do you want to know?"

Shang Yun and Shang Ling were like two ferocious old hounds, standing on Ying Xiu'er's left and right, staring at Chu Tian with calm and ruthless eyes, as if they could pounce and kill him at any time.

If Chu Tian had not been standing on a cliff dozens of feet above the ground, nearly a hundred feet high, these two old men might have pounced on him.

"I want to know... what does Young Master Ying know about those non-humans?" Chu Tian said softly, "For example, there is a kind of non-human that hides itself in the human body. After they are killed, they will turn into a stream of Yin Qi and merge into the world. What exactly are they?"

Ying Xiuer took a deep breath and murmured to herself, "It turns out that Chu Dangtou actually has the ability to kill those evil ghosts of the 'Ghost Road'."