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After recovering, I reflected on what I had just witnessed. Silhouettes drifted in the moonlight, dressed in white, gray, and black. There were at least dozens of them. They were lined up in several rows, and the formation was quite neat.

Are they practicing? It doesn't look like it! Who practices martial arts in the middle of the night? This swaying and swinging isn't light martial arts, could it be some kind of sorcery?

Jing Chunxi's mind was full of questions. The floating figures kept flashing in her mind, trying to find some clues.

She closed her eyes, but no matter how she thought about it, she felt something was wrong.

He recalled what he saw at that time, "There are no feet, and why are the hands always open and not moving?" He was shocked again and felt that it must be a ghost.

The fear in her heart was quickly replaced by courage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, then slowly opened her eyes and recalled the floating figure again.

She let out two breaths, thinking that her uncle was still outside. If she was afraid of death, her uncle might be attacked from both sides.

She gritted her teeth and swore in her heart that she would not let her uncle fall into danger.

do my best!

What's so scary about that? Isn't she just a ghost from a past life? Others should be afraid of her.

She was determined, her eyes showing fearlessness.

There was a hidden arrow tied to his arm and a dagger tied to his trousers. He held poison in one hand and a dart at the ready in the other.

She made all the preparations, then she left the space with a thought and flew straight towards the group of people.

"Shu"

"Shu"

"Shu"

The three sleeve arrows in Jing Chunxi's hand were fired like lightning. The sound of the arrows breaking through the air was particularly clear in the silent night, and every arrow accurately hit the floating figures in front.

However, she did not see a figure falling, nor did she see anyone rush towards her as she expected.

Those figures just made menacing gestures, waving their arms and legs. "No," a closer look revealed that it was only their sleeves and trouser legs that were moving. They looked like they were flying and swaying, but in reality, they hadn't moved a single step, not even drifting forward.

Jing Chunxi couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. She moved forward step by step, but she only dared to move one step at a time, not even taking big steps.

As Jing Chunxi neared the corner, she felt something was amiss. The arrows had clearly pierced the three men's bodies, yet only holes were visible, no blood. Frowning, she carefully recalled the various legends she had heard.

"Oh oh oh"

She suddenly remembered that the old hag in Aunt Liu's courtyard had said to her and her brother when she was scaring them that ghosts had no legs, and their blood was not red, but almost transparent, and was invulnerable to swords and guns.

Jing Chunxi's heart tightened, but she quickly calmed down. She muttered softly, "Who are you trying to scare? It's just a paper tiger." Despite this, she still walked forward cautiously, every step seemed like a test.

"I'm a good person, I'm not afraid! Even the King of Hell was reluctant to take me in, so he sent me to take in all of you evil spirits." Jing Chunxi felt like if she kept going like this, she'd turn into a nagging witch. She tried to appear brave, but the fear inside her was hard to calm.

As they approached the corner, the figures became infinitely magnified. Jing Chunxi was horrified to see that those people not only had no feet or hands, but were also headless ghosts.

Her heart was pounding. It was scary, so scary.

"I will poison you to death and make you never be reborn." Although he muttered to himself, Jing Chunxi did not dare to speak loudly for fear of alarming the people in the room, but he raised the hand holding the poison high.

At this moment, "Ah!" Her raised hand was suddenly pulled back. Jing Chunxi's small cry of surprise was trembling. She turned around and twisted her wrist, pulling her hand out with force. As Jing Chunxi dodged into the space, she heard a familiar voice, "What are you doing?"

"Uncle! Be careful!" She quickly dodged and came out again, stood in front of Jing Changjiang and pushed him back.

"Those are evil spirits." Jing Chunxi said and tried to rush forward again, but his arm was pulled.

Jing Changjiang frowned, looked carefully at the shadowy "figures" in front of him, and then said, "Look carefully, the clothes are hanging on the bamboo poles!"

In the army, soldiers hang their clothes out to dry in this way, and they are all hung very neatly. He has seen this too many times.

The white one is the inner garment, and the black, gray, and indigo blue ones are the outer garments, making them easy to distinguish. If they were outdoors, they would often hang their sunscreen on tree branches, which would scare the living daylights out of any nocturnal merchants, who would then never dare to travel at night again.

"Scared me."

Hearing this, with his uncle by his side, Jing Chunxi finally believed it.

She ran towards the figure a few steps away and took a closer look. She saw that the clothes were indeed all strung on bamboo poles.

She had seen clothes drying on bamboo poles before, but never late at night, and never alone. She had never seen so many clothes drying, and so neatly arranged. She couldn't help but laugh at her own panic.

"There's no one in the main house, but the east and west wings are full of people. I've taken care of them all." Jing Changjiang looked at the clothes, estimated, and said repeatedly: "Hurry up, there are still many people in this row of houses." He added, "I'll come from over there, you~ hurry up!" Although his voice was not loud, it was very urgent, for fear that Jing Chunxi had not come to his senses.

She wanted to hammer on her wooden head to see what was inside, but she didn't have time.

Seeing her uncle rush out, she quickly leaned against the nearest wall. When she got close to the first house, she realized that, probably because of the hot weather, the windows facing outwards were not covered with window paper. The window frames were still quite large, so any wind would blow in.

It wasn't a closed space, so a lot of poison would have to be wasted, and it might even cause the thief to fake his own death. She was secretly anxious, but she still acted quickly.

He went through several houses and threw a bag of poison into each one until he met Jing Changjiang in the middle.

Jing Chunxi said, "We need to increase the dosage." He then stuffed several packets of poison into his uncle's mouth and quickly took out a face towel to cover him tightly. He also put on a black face towel and a veil.

She pushed at the nearest door, only to find it ajar. Lighting a lighter, she saw that every bunk bed inside was empty, the occupants lying motionless. She poured the poison directly into their vital points, hitting every one, and then quickly withdrew.

She went through several houses in this way. When she walked out, she saw Jing Changjiang waiting for her outside. He took off his veil and looked relaxed.

"Hurry up, let's see if there's anything we can pick up in the Third Hall." Jing Changjiang pulled her up and walked away. After reaching the back passage, he turned back and said loudly, "Search these thieves for any markings on them. Remember to take them with you."

I immediately heard different responses, "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!"

As he was walking straight towards the backyard, he unexpectedly ran into several followers who were already retreating.

"So fast?" Jing Changjiang asked, "What did you gain?"

"There is no one in the study and the flower hall. There is nothing else except files. There are not many things in the warehouse. We have taken all the valuable ones. We did get a few letters, but I don't know if they are useful." Several letters were handed to Jing Changjiang, who then handed them to Jing Chunxi.

The three followers behind were each holding a bag in their hands. The things in it didn't look heavy, and the harvest was indeed very small.

However, this is pretty much what they expected. This corrupt official has only been in office for less than a month, and it is impossible for his superiors to give him too much activity funding at once.

As for making money, he probably doesn't have time yet.

Jing Changjiang waved his hand and said, "Retreat!"