The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Jiang Jinchen is used to carrying a silver needle when he goes out.

He took out a silver needle from his sleeve, and then he shook his wrist. The silver needle was like a ray of silver light, and with a slight sound of breaking through the air, it "whoosh" shot into the thick fog in front of him.

Several people held their breath and focused their attention, watching the direction where the silver needle disappeared. A moment later, with a "whoosh" sound, the silver needle turned back quickly and landed steadily in Jiang Jinchen's hand.

He twisted his fingers slightly, and the needle turned deftly between his fingers, then stopped.

Chu Ying took a closer look and found that the originally silver needle had been stained with a dark purple color.

Chu Ying exclaimed, then asked, "Is this silver needle used to test for poison?"

Jiang Jinchen nodded, his eyes fell on the silver needle, and his brows couldn't help but frowned slightly.

He said calmly, "Indeed. This silver needle is something I carry with me, used to test poisons. However, it's no ordinary silver needle. This needle can not only detect poison, but also change color according to the strength of the poison. From weak to strong, it changes color, white, gray, purple, and black."

Chu Ying looked at the silver needle and said in surprise, "So, this purple color is already quite poisonous."

"Yes," Jiang Jinchen nodded slowly, his voice adding a touch of solemnity. He flicked the silver needle lightly, and a barely audible humming sound escaped his lips. "Purple is already extremely toxic. If it gets any deeper, reaching black, it's a deadly poison, so deadly that even gods can't save it. But even this purple isn't a poison that ordinary people can withstand... Even I might not be able to withstand it."

When the villagers heard Jiang Jinchen speak frankly about the dangers of poison gas, they froze as if struck by lightning. After a moment, panic spread like a tide.

"What can we do? If even the general can't handle it, are those children really still alive?"

"If even General Jiang can't resist this poisonous gas, who else can get in?"

"Is there even the last bit of hope left?"

As she spoke, a villager looked at the woman and said, "You said you heard a child crying at the foot of Mount Meng. Is that true? Or are you missing your child so much that you're hallucinating?"

"No, no!" The woman's eyes were extremely firm. The tears in her eyes were not yet completely visible, but she said firmly: "I swear, this is not an illusion. I really heard the children's cries for help in this mountain."

"If that's the case, then our children are waiting to die in there, aren't they?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers began to sob again.

Amidst the crying, Jiang Jinchen suddenly remembered something.

He asked the guard beside him, "How long does it take to go from here to Linxian City and back?"

The guard was visibly startled, then immediately replied, "My Lord, five days."

Jiang Jinchen pondered for a moment and nodded, "Alright, five days is fine. Set off immediately and go to Linxian City to find an alchemist. Make sure to get some top-grade detoxification pills back as quickly as possible!"

After saying this, he looked at the guards behind him and said, "Five days later, come with me to break into Mengshan, find out what happened, and give the people an explanation!"

These words were like thunderclaps from a clear sky, pulling the people back from their despair. The villagers were stunned for a moment, then they all fell to their knees, banging their foreheads hard on the hard earth.

"Thank you, General! Thank you, General!"

Everyone shouted with sobs, their voices rising and falling, with the excitement of grabbing the last straw to escape from despair.

Jiang Yingxue stood behind Jiang Jinchen, quietly looking at Mengshan in front of her, her figure looking a little thin.

She didn't say anything, but the slight trembling of her shoulders revealed her inner unrest.

If what the woman said was true, and she really heard the crying of children at the foot of Mount Mengshan, then it means that the children are still alive.

This thought pierced her mind like a needle, making her heart beat faster. She closed her eyes, trying to calm down, but the rise and fall of her chest was no lie.

If the children were really still alive, she couldn't delay any longer; the sooner the better.

The fog above Mount Meng seemed even thicker and surging like a tide.

The crowd gradually dispersed. Jiang Yingxue looked at the mist-shrouded Mengshan Mountain, her heart beating wildly.

Do you want to go in and save people?

She has already reached the highest level of Lanxu Kung Fu. Let alone the silver needle turning purple, even if it turns black it will have no effect on her.

Her intuition told her that this matter must be related to the arrival of the Demon King in five years, so the degree of danger was self-evident.

Jiang Yingxue's eyes gradually dimmed. She bit her lower lip lightly, the sweat on her palm making her feel uneasy.

In this world, I am just cannon fodder. He Qingfeng and Duan Ningning are the protagonists. I have finally lived a life of luxury. Do I really want to take this risk?

She has never been a hero, nor does she want to be one.

"Good boy!" Jiang Jinchen shouted at Jiang Yingxue not far away.

She looked up and saw Jiang Jinchen standing at the edge of the thick fog, his hand on his sword. "What are you standing there for? Let's go back."

Jiang Yingxue was stunned for a moment, then smiled, using a deliberate smile to cover up the complex emotions in her eyes: "Okay."

Several people were arranged by County Magistrate He to live directly in his own house. They were arranged in a square courtyard with three rooms. Yan Chuan and Cen Yizi slept in one room, while Jiang Yingxue and Chu Ying each slept in one room.

At night, Jiang Yingxue lay on the bed with her eyes closed, but her brows were still slightly furrowed.

She turned over and over, and the thin blanket slipped aside, revealing a piece of her white arm, but she didn't feel any cold at all.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she could always imagine the scene of the children shouting for help in the dream mountain.

She imagined them struggling helplessly in the dense fog of Mengshan, their voices becoming intermittent and eventually fading in the toxic mist. The more she tried not to think about it, the clearer the image became, like thousands of needles piercing her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.

It was too depressing. Her heart felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock. She was afraid she would suffocate if she stayed any longer.

After thinking for a while, she decided to go out for some fresh air.

However, as soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw three figures standing by the stone table. The moonlight cast long shadows on them, making the scene seem quite quiet, yet exuding an indescribable strange atmosphere.

Jiang Yingxue was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of her lips and broke the silence with a smile: "You can't sleep either?"

Cen Yizi's eyelids drooped, his face filled with sleepiness. He rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly, "It's not that I can't sleep, it's just that my senior brother wanted to sneak off to Mount Mengshan in the middle of the night, and I happened to see him, so I stopped him."

"Oh, right." Cen Yizi raised his finger and pointed at Chu Ying: "It seems that this guy is also planning to go, so we ran into each other in this yard."