"You..." Qinghe was truly furious now. If you couldn't bear to hear me scream, why didn't you just let me go? Why did you gag me? If I can't scream, won't I be even worse off? Just as she was about to yell, a smelly sock was shoved into her mouth.
"Amitabha..." Seeing this scene, Hui Shuo could only anxiously chant the Buddha's name. He wanted to beg Wang Yao, but he was afraid that Wang Yao would abandon the little girl. He was really reluctant to do so, but he was heartbroken to let the little girl be abused like this. He was truly torn between two options.
"My lord, this little fox is extremely cunning. Please keep it safe." One of the warriors said to Wang Yao as he tossed Qinghe at his feet.
"Sure, sure." Wang Yao nodded, and then he saw Hui Shuo running and crawling to Qing He's side, reaching out to pull the sock out of her mouth.
"Wait!" Wang Yao grabbed Hui Shuo, glanced at Qing He's tear-streaked face, and immediately turned to ask Madam Lian, "Um... Madam Lian, do you have a cloth bag?"
"This..." Lady Lian was taken aback. Her Yi tribe would never carry any supplies when fighting, and even their food was sourced locally. Although cloth bags were not rare items, they were indeed not available in the army.
“No? It’s alright, a strip of cloth will do. This little girl’s face is so pitiful to look at, it would be best to wrap it with a strip of cloth, otherwise I still can’t bear to do it,” Wang Yao said.
“Amitabha! Father and Mother, you…” Hui Shuo stared at Wang Yao, stamping his feet anxiously, while large tears streamed down Qing He’s face.
"Haha, that's easy." Lady Lian chuckled. The Yi tribe was all female generals, and they always brought the most complete clothes when they went out. She casually asked for a piece of clothing and tossed it to Wang Yao.
Wang Yao apologized, then used "Imperial Gold" several times on the garment, cutting it into strips, which he then wrapped around Qinghe's face, leaving only her nostrils open to breathe.
After wrapping Qinghe's head and face, Wang Yao saw that there were still many clothes left, so he simply wrapped Qinghe's body as well. After he finished, Qinghe looked almost exactly like a mummy from the human world.
Hui Shuo kept chanting Buddhist prayers, unable to break free from Wang Yao's grasp. He could only watch helplessly as Wang Yao blindfolded Qing He. Although Hui Shuo continued chanting "Amitabha," his tone subtly changed.
"Miss Qinghe, your seductive arts are too powerful. My monk son is just a mortal, how can he withstand your bewitching eyes and soul-stealing tears? I can only ask that you suffer." After finishing his work, Wang Yao looked Qinghe up and down and said with a chuckle.
"Father... what eyes and tears are you talking about?" Hui Shuo asked curiously.
"It's none of your business. Come on, we've wasted half a day, let's study this Ape and Elephant Divine Talisman again." Wang Yao didn't say much, took out the Ape and Elephant Divine Talisman and the Ghost Drawing Talisman from his pocket, sat down cross-legged, and continued to ponder the talisman.
To be honest, this Ape-Elephant Divine Talisman is truly a headache. Even with the help of the Ghostly Drawing Talisman, Wang Yao still couldn't figure out how to break it after studying it for a long time. However, the Ghostly Drawing Talisman is genuine after all. As the number of Ape-Elephant Divine Patterns decreased page by page, it meant that the Ape-Elephant Divine Talisman could be deciphered.
The worst thing about doing anything is having no clue whatsoever. The easiest thing is, of course, having clear clues and being able to get things done easily. Wang Yao guessed that the most worrying thing was probably the situation he was facing right now.
He seems clueless, yet he has a clue; he seems to have a clue, yet he can never quite grasp it. How can one not rack one's brains and search diligently? Most of those so-called masters in the human world who work day and night, are thin and hairy, and look miserable, are probably ruined by researching this kind of thing.
After Qinghe's antics, it got dark. Wang Yao flicked his finger, activating "Fire Control," which lit up a small flame at his fingertip to serve as an oil lamp. He flipped through the scribbled symbols and glanced at the divine talisman, painstakingly searching for a way to break the ape-elephant divine talisman.
Hui Shuo turned his head to look at Qing He, who was lying to the side like a mummy, scratched his bald head, and looked bewildered, completely not understanding why he had felt so sorry for this mummy before.
Seeing Wang Yao flip through the talisman and start studying the ape-elephant talisman again, Hui Shuo quickly shook his head vigorously to drive away some inexplicable thoughts, and moved closer to Wang Yao. As for the mummy, he had long since forgotten about it.
After dealing with Qinghe's matter, Lady Lian arranged for the Yi tribe warriors to search the area and make sure there were no more alien spies spying near the army before ordering the army to set off again. At the same time, she asked the children to search for some rat carcasses so that the old lady could cook a meal.
They had just sent their men out when suddenly a commotion came from the direction of the Shu tribe, and a light illuminated half the sky.
"Logically speaking... the vanguard of the army shouldn't have reached Xiao Gu City yet, right? Xiao Yan, go ahead and see what's going on." Lady Lian looked into the distance and arranged for one of her warriors to go and investigate.
Xiao Yan received the order and flew out not far when she saw another Yi Clan warrior who had just gone to the front line to search for the rat corpses hurriedly fly back.
"Mother Queen! Mother Queen! A group of immortals suddenly appeared from the Shu bandit's side, shouting for us to retreat. We ignored them, and now they want to start a war with us!" the warrior cried out.
"A group of immortals? How many?" Lady Lian asked in astonishment.
"There was just one immortal, but he was accompanied by several hundred Shu clan guards and drove dozens of cars. The immortal had a grand air about him, riding in an extended version of the Rat Treasure," the warrior said.
"Just one immortal? And several hundred Shu clan guards and a rat-shaped sedan chair? Is that immortal a Mahayana celestial being? Are you sure you're not joking?" Lady Lian repeated the words of the Yi clan warrior, her voice gradually turning icy cold.
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