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The village chief looked at the villagers who had fallen around him, then at Xie Jianshu with his fierce eyes and Lin Yiwan with her imposing aura, and knew that he could no longer hide it from them.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, crying and saying, "I'll talk, I'll talk! It was a group of strangers who came to the village yesterday who made me do it!"

Lin Yiwan frowned and pressed for details, "What did they look like? What were they wearing? What did they say?"

“They were all dressed in black, their faces were covered, so we couldn’t see their faces. We only knew that the leader had a very hoarse voice,” the village chief hurriedly and cautiously replied.

His voice was filled with deep fear: "They said a group of outsiders would be coming to the village today, and they wanted me to find a way to keep you here, to drug you and then hand you over to them. They also said that if I did as they said, they would give me a hundred taels of silver, but if I didn't, they would burn down our whole village! I had no choice but to do this!"

Lin Yiwan and Xie Jianshu exchanged a glance, understanding dawning on them. These men in black were undoubtedly remnants of the Heavenly Mandate Hall. They hadn't given up after all, setting up an ambush in the village beforehand, waiting for them to walk right into their trap.

"What else did they say? Where are they waiting for you to hand them over?" Xie Jianshu stepped forward, grabbed the village chief by the collar, and asked sternly.

The village chief trembled with fear and shook his head frantically: "They didn't say exactly where to wait, they only said that after I succeeded, I should whistle three times towards the old locust tree at the village entrance, and they would appear. I really don't know anything else, please spare me!"

Looking at the village chief's panicked appearance, Lin Yiwan didn't think he was lying. She pondered for a moment, a calculating glint in her eyes, and gave Xie Jianshu a wink: "Let him go."

Xie Jianshu released his grip, and the village chief slumped to the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with gratitude and fear.

“Since they want you to whistle, then just do it,” Lin Yiwan said slowly.

Her tone was icy: "You lure them here. Remember, don't try anything funny, or you know the consequences."

The village chief trembled, looking at Lin Yiwan's cold eyes, and dared not resist in the slightest. He quickly nodded, "I'll do as you say, I'll go right now!"

As he spoke, he struggled to his feet and staggered toward the village entrance. In the courtyard, the fallen villagers huddled on the ground, too afraid to move, their eyes filled with awe and fear as they looked at Lin Yiwan and Xie Jianshu.

Xie Jianshu walked to Lin Yiwan's side and whispered, "Madam, should I go and set up an ambush at the village entrance first?"

Lin Yiwan shook her head, her sharp eyes fixed on the village entrance: "No need, we'll wait here. Since they want to lure us into a trap, we'll remain still and let them walk right into it. Have someone secretly guard the area around the courtyard. As soon as they come in, immediately seal off the exits. Don't let a single one escape!"

"Yes, I understand!" Xie Jianshu replied immediately, turned around and strode out of the courtyard to arrange for manpower to be deployed.

Lin Yiwan stood in the center of the courtyard, her gaze fixed on the direction of the village entrance, her fingertips quietly gripping the sharp silver needles.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a lot of busy footsteps could be heard outside.

Lin Yiwan turned around and met a cold gaze.

The man was clearly not expecting her to be conscious. He instinctively questioned the village chief who had led the way, "What happened? Didn't I tell you to drug them?"

The village chief explained with a mournful face, "They saw through my plan; they weren't drugged at all!"

Without further hesitation, the man swung his knife and cleaved the village chief in two.

He was about to charge at Lin Yiwan, but was stopped by her silver needles.

He turned to look around and saw that Xie Jianshu had already surrounded them all with his troops.

Lin Yiwan smiled, her eyes narrowing: "Trying to escape? With so many people blocking the door, you couldn't fly away even if you had wings!"

A ruthless glint flashed in the man's eyes, and a ferocious grin appeared on his face.

He tightened his grip on the longsword, the blade drawing a chilling arc in the dim light, its malevolent aura spreading wildly along its edge.

He knew he was in a desperate situation. Rather than surrendering and being slaughtered, he would rather fight to the death, even if it meant taking a few people down with him.

"Since we can't escape, let's all die together!" he roared, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded, filled with a desperate madness.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly gave a signal to his two companions. The three of them instantly spread out back to back, their footsteps making a dull thud on the ground, the tips of their knives all pointing at the encirclement.

The leader of the men in black suddenly leaped up, like a beast that had been lying in wait pouncing on its prey. His long sword, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed straight at the young soldier closest to him.

Caught off guard, the soldier only had time to instinctively raise his spear to parry.

With a deafening clang, the spear was cleaved in two by the longsword, the broken spearhead flying far away and embedding itself in a nearby tree trunk, sending up a cloud of wood chips.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the soldier's chest without resistance, and blood gushed out instantly, staining the bluestone slabs beneath his feet. The soldier groaned and collapsed to the ground, his eyes still filled with lingering fear and resentment, before his breath ceased in an instant.

The encirclement was immediately torn open, creating a two-foot-wide gap. Upon seeing this, the remaining men in black, like mad dogs whose ferocity had been ignited, roared and charged toward the opening.

They wielded long swords and short blades alternately, their moves ruthless and cunning, each strike aimed at the soldiers' vital points, completely disregarding their own safety.

Xie Jianshu frowned, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and shouted loudly, "Hold your ground! Those who form ranks and resist will be rewarded with fifty taels of silver, those who capture the leader will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver, and those who retreat will be executed on the spot!"

His voice was loud and powerful, piercing through the chaotic sounds of battle and reaching the ears of every soldier. Hearing the promise of reward and intimidation, the soldiers, whose minds had been somewhat scattered, immediately focused. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes gradually hardening, and charged towards the black-clad man who was charging at them.

The two groups collided instantly, engaging in a fierce close-quarters battle.

A soldier, wielding a long sword, slashed at the shoulder of a man in black. The man in black reacted swiftly, dodging to the side while simultaneously slashing the soldier's wrist with his short blade. The soldier cried out in pain, and his long sword clattered to the ground. Before he could react, the man in black's short blade had already pierced his abdomen.

The soldier's eyes widened, blood continuously spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body slowly collapsed, still clutching the sleeve of the man in black tightly before he died.

On the other side, two soldiers joined forces to attack a man in black. One used a spear to restrain him, while the other swung a knife at his leg. The man in black was forced to retreat repeatedly, but he still refused to show weakness. Suddenly, he ducked down to dodge the swinging knife, and at the same time, he swept the knife horizontally, slamming it hard into a soldier's knee.