Chapter 268 A few mouths must be left to report back.
With a powerful roll, Song Jiyun was like a pebble suddenly thrown into the desolate, icy pool.
The taut string inside the dilapidated temple snapped with a sharp "clang".
"Who left the mark?"
A hoarse voice broke the silence, carrying the harsh, windswept air of the grasslands.
Several cold, piercing gazes shot towards Song Jiyun, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state, like sharp arrows.
The chill was even more biting than the autumn night wind.
Song Jiyun's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
The only person she had ever met was a spy from the old man at the Ruyifang tofu stall.
But that person isn't here right now.
Her back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
But she had no choice.
She glanced instinctively and very quickly toward the deepest darkness above her head.
That was where He Zhuo was hiding.
It was also her only chance of survival.
She took a deep breath and used all her strength to make her voice sound weak and urgent.
"The border of Dasheng is in dire need of attention."
"The current calm in the capital is nothing more than the stillness before the storm."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air inside the dilapidated temple seemed to freeze even more.
One of the bearded men frowned, took a step forward, and the dry grass under his feet made a crisp "crack" sound.
"Where did you get this information?"
He looked down at her, scrutinizing her as if she were a piece of merchandise awaiting valuation.
"And who are you?"
Song Jiyun forced herself to lift her head, her eyes brimming with tears. Combined with her pale face, she looked pitiful yet filled with resentment.
She recounted her acquaintance with Prince Bucha, omitting the beginning and end, and telling a half-truth.
"I have an irreconcilable hatred for Meng Shilan of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion!"
"I am also a spy planted in the British government!"
These words struck like a thunderbolt in the hearts of the spies.
A spy for the British Duke's mansion?
However, after the brief shock came a deeper suspicion.
Another spies, as thin as monkeys, snorted coldly, their eyes gleaming with cunning.
"We only obey our respective banner leaders."
"Since you are a man of Prince Bucha, why don't you contact him directly instead of summoning people from different banners like us?"
"Do you really think we're three-year-olds who are so easily fooled?!"
This question is as sharp as a knife.
Song Jiyun's heart sank, but he managed to force an even more sorrowful expression onto his face.
"I...I fell into that Miss Meng's trap, she imprisoned me, and I almost lost my life!"
She pointed to her thin clothes and the dust on her body.
"We barely escaped, and in desperation, we had to use every available code word we could find!"
"Please, I beg you! If you can help me get out of the capital, I promise you will repay you handsomely!"
Her voice was choked with sobs, sounding sincere and full of desperate struggle.
But none of these spies, who had risked their lives, had a soft heart.
They only trust their own judgment.
The bearded man had already placed his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.
Something's not right.
"It's a trap!"
He had barely finished speaking.
"Whoosh—"
A dark shadow, silent and stealthy, like a night owl, tumbled down from the roof beam.
He landed as lightly as a cat, without making the slightest unnecessary sound.
The moonlight outlined his tall figure and cold, hard profile.
It was He Zhuo!
Before he could even stand properly, a sentence in pure Ule language flowed from his mouth, carrying an innate arrogance.
"I knew it, this woman is unreliable."
"As expected, I still have to come in person."
These words caused the pupils of all the spies present to shrink sharply!
They cautiously took a half step back, pointing their weapons at the young man who had suddenly appeared.
His Ule was more fluent than some of theirs!
Song Jiyun was completely dumbfounded.
He wasn't referring to secretly providing support.
How did he... get down here too?!
He Zhuo completely ignored the blades pointed at him and walked straight toward Song Jiyun, who was cowering on the ground.
His steps were steady, carrying a sense of authority unique to soldiers.
"This woman is more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything."
He glanced at Song Jiyun with disdain, then looked up and swept his gaze across the crowd.
"If you don't want it, I'll take it."
These words were like a spark thrown into a hot oil pan!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Several curved swords were drawn simultaneously, their chilling gleam instantly illuminating the entire dilapidated temple!
Who do you think you are?!
"Hand her over!"
He Zhuo's lips curled into a cold smile.
He swayed and dodged the two slashing curved blades with ghostly grace. At the same time, he flipped his wrist and produced a short blade from somewhere, blocking the attack from the other side.
"bite!"
The sound of metal clashing was piercing to the eardrums.
While feigning resistance, he shouted loudly in Uler:
"A bunch of idiots! Still fighting over scraps of food!"
"The outcome is decided!"
"The victor reigns supreme! The Khan of Kanbu Banner is a man of great talent and ambition; he will surely become the new Khan of Ule!"
"It's not too late for you to surrender now!"
Upon hearing this, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Then came an even more violent eruption!
"Kanbu? With that brute?!"
"Bullshit! Our Khadan Banner Chief is the one who truly deserves everyone's support!"
"You have insulted our banner lord! Give me your life!"
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
He Zhuo's words completely ignited the suspicion and hostility that had long existed between them.
In an instant, the verbal exchange turned into the clash of sharp blades!
The various groups could no longer care about He Zhuo and Song Jiyun, and instead turned their attacks on their "colleagues"!
Inside the dilapidated temple, swords gleamed and a murderous aura filled the air!
The stench of blood, mixed with the smell of dust, quickly spread.
Song Jiyun lay on the ground, terrified out of his wits, clutching his head tightly, afraid that some random knife might chop him down.
He Zhuo had already retreated to the shadows at the temple entrance, coldly observing the internal strife he had personally ignited.
His eyes were as calm as a bottomless, icy pool.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Dozens of dark figures surged into the temple like a tide, wielding standard long knives, and instantly surrounded the few remaining spies!
"Leave no one alive!" Guo Fan ordered coldly.
Seeing this, the surviving scouts lost all will to resist, dropped their weapons, and fled in panic.
Guo Fan was about to lead his men in pursuit.
"There's no need to chase after them."
He Zhuo's voice came softly.
Guo Fan was taken aback, stopped in his tracks, and looked at him in confusion.
"Young Master He, why not eliminate the threat completely?"
He Zhuo walked to the center of the dilapidated temple, kicked aside a still-warm corpse with his toe, and his gaze fell on the crimson bloodstains on the ground.
A faint, almost imperceptible, cold smile played at the corners of his mouth.
"We need to leave a few mouths to go back and report."
"after all."
He paused, then slowly raised his head.
"Dead men don't pass on messages."
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