Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

Fu Ju stood quietly in place, his gaze fixed on the darkness ahead, holding a whistle in his hand and blowing it forcefully.

The crisp, short whistle instantly shattered the stillness of the night, spreading far and wide through the air.

Not long after, a series of light footsteps approached from afar.

In a short while, Wu Yan appeared before Fu Ju and quickly knelt on one knee, saying with utmost respect, "Young Master!"

Fu Zhou glanced at the person who came and said bluntly, "Miss Fang went alone to infiltrate the military camp to burn the grain and asked me to stay here to provide backup. The situation inside the military camp is too complicated and dangerous, so I had no choice but to call you here to help."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yan suddenly looked up, clearly somewhat disbelieving: "Young Master, are you sure it's Miss Fang?"

Fu Ju nodded firmly: "Yes."

"Your subordinate will do everything in his power to ensure Miss Fang's safety."

Immediately, Wu Yan's figure disappeared into the night.

Fang Yu moved with lightning speed, darting through the night like a ghost.

Those on night patrol didn't even have time to see clearly; they only felt a sharp, strong wind howling past. By the time they came to their senses, Fang Yu had already quietly entered the camp.

Without the slightest delay or hesitation, she ran towards the camp where the supplies were stored.

Along the way, she skillfully avoided all obstacles and sentry posts that could expose her whereabouts.

Before long, the once quiet military camp began to stir.

A fully equipped army, ready to attack the city, was seen leaving the camp in an orderly fashion and marching into the distance.

Fang Yu hid in the shadows, quietly watching the army gradually disappear into the distance until they were completely out of sight.

After confirming that it was safe, she slowly emerged from the shadows and turned to walk into the tent not far behind her.

Upon entering the camp, the first thing that catches the eye is the mountain of burlap sacks, which stand tall like a small hill.

Holding a sharp dagger, Fang Yu made a light cut into one of the sacks without hesitation, and a gash appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the contents of the bag rolled out, and sure enough, they were all grain.

Suddenly, a soft footstep sound came from outside the door.

Fang Yu's heart tightened, and she flashed into the space.

The soldier who entered first glanced around the tent and, finding nothing unusual, intended to leave.

But for some reason, a strange unease welled up in his heart, making him feel that things were not as simple as they seemed.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to go back into the tent and inspect it carefully.

Soon, he noticed the sack that Fang Yu had just torn open, and a lot of grain was still leaking out of the hole.

Upon seeing this, the soldier instantly became alert. He gripped the hilt of his broadsword tightly with his right hand, while cautiously extending his left hand forward, slowly making his way inside...

A soft footstep suddenly came from outside the tent, followed by a figure slowly walking in.

It was Wu Yan who arrived. He had a solemn expression and his eyes were scanning around as if he were searching for something.

When he saw the slashed sack, a sense of doubt arose in his mind.

He wasn't sure if Fang Yu was hiding there, so he said to the soldier beside him, "I think there are just rats. Let's check the other tents."

The soldier nodded after hearing this, then turned and left the tent.

Wu Yan did not leave. His eyes were fixed on the cut. Based on his years of experience, he could tell at a glance that it was clearly a mark made by a dagger.

To Wu Yan's great surprise, this military camp was heavily guarded and heavily defended, and it was virtually impossible for ordinary people to enter and leave freely.

Fang Yu not only managed to infiltrate successfully, but also appeared here so stealthily, which truly impressed Wu Yan.

Thinking of this, Wu Yan shook his head and decided not to linger any longer. He turned around and quickly disappeared into the night.

Not long after Wu Yan left, Fang Yu's figure suddenly appeared in the space.

She stood quietly in place, gazing in the direction Wu Yan had just left, a moment of contemplation in her eyes.

She always felt that this person was a bit strange, as if he knew perfectly well that she was hiding there and was deliberately helping her out of a predicament.

However, Fang Yu quickly came to her senses. She knew that time was of the essence and she could not afford to think too much.

With a slight lift of her hand, the mountain of grain piled up inside the tent vanished into thin air, all stored within her spatial storage.

Fang Yu's purpose in coming here was to take all of this grain away.

After all, it would be such a waste to burn so much grain.

She moved like a gust of wind, her feet barely touching the ground, rushing towards the next tent without pausing for a moment.

At this moment, Fang Yu was only a few tents away from his target, but at this critical juncture, an unexpected event occurred.

The patrolling soldiers entered the tents for their routine inspection as usual, only to be shocked to find that the mountain of grain had vanished without a trace!

The soldiers were terrified. Instinctively, they pounded the gongs they were clutching and shouted at the top of their lungs, "No food..."

Unfortunately, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence before he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to lose its support, and he fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Nevertheless, the warning drumbeats had already sounded, sounding particularly jarring in the silent night sky.

In an instant, a large number of soldiers moved at the sound of the alarm, surging towards the direction from which it came.

However, Fang Yu did not show the slightest panic in the face of this sudden change.

She quickly covered her face with a black cloth, and instead of slowing down, she sped up even more, rushing towards the remaining tents to collect the food inside as fast as she could.

Meanwhile, Wu Yan deliberately led the others to take a long detour, intentionally delaying the time in order to create more opportunities for Fang Yu to escape.

After Fang Yu successfully collected the last tent's worth of food, she unhesitatingly took out a series of small, exquisite bomb balls from her personal storage space.

Her figure moved swiftly through the military camp like a ghost, her movements as fast as lightning.

Wherever she went, the tents that she had just looted were detonated by the bomb balls, instantly turning them into a sea of ​​fire and ruins.

At that moment, before the soldiers who had rushed over had even approached the camp, a series of deafening explosions echoed continuously in the dark night.