The terrain was too unfamiliar.
She didn’t dare to rush around recklessly.
Fortunately, there was Alina.
She voiced her doubts: "You just arrived in Capital City too, right? How co you know this place so well?"
Alina lowered her eyes and said, "To be honest, I entered the capital a long ti ago."
ng Lang suddenly realized: "You are indeed a spy!"
Alina wanted to argue, but when the words reached her lips, she realized ng Lang wasn’t wrong.
What else could she be if not a spy for Loulan?
"This is a base for the Loulan people. The earliest ones who ca here already have grandchildren."
ng Lang was shocked: "The Loulan people started infiltrating this early?"
Alina gave a sound of acknowledgnt, then hastily waved her hand in explanation: "But I didn’t co that early."
ng Lang scoffed: "Of course, if you ca that early, you’d be an old witch by now?"
Alina couldn’t help but laugh.
ng Lang clicked his tongue: "I tease you, and you still laugh?"
Alina’s laughter was like the brightest pearl: "Witches are beautiful. You’re complinting my beauty."
ng Lang was dumbfounded.
Alina continued to laugh and said, "I arrived in the capital three months ago, along with Prince Amushan. After reaching the Capital City, I stayed here, and he went to You State."
ng Qianqian stated firmly: "There indeed is a dancing girl on the list of Loulan envoys."
Alina said, "She is a maid in disguise, to hide the fact that I had already entered the capital."
ng Lang asked, "You’ve been lurking in the capital for so long, what have you found out?"
Alina hesitated for a mont and said, "That, I can’t tell you."
ng Lang pointed at himself and ng Qianqian: "You helped us escape. In the eyes of the Loulan Queen, you’re already a traitor. Do you think you can go back and serve her?"
Alina shook her head: "Alina belongs to the Queen and cannot betray her."
ng Lang still wanted to persuade her, but ng Qianqian interrupted him: "No wonder your fighting is so weak; you spend all your energy talking."
ng Lang, who was constantly being criticized by his sister: "..."
Next, the three encountered several Loulan sentries, and successfully passed through them without much incident.
"Sothing’s not right."
ng Qianqian suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"What’s wrong?"
ng Lang asked.
ng Qianqian focused her gaze: "It’s too smooth."
ng Lang pointed at his bruised and swollen face: "Do you want to take a clearer look before speaking? I’m half dead, and you say it’s too smooth? If it wasn’t smooth—"
Before he finished speaking, ng Qianqian slapped him aside.
A cold spear shot towards them with the force of a thunderbolt, brushing past the siblings’ noses, and piercing a giant hole in the wall.
ng Lang held his chest, feeling his heart still racing.
Alina looked across, her face pale: "They... they’ve also co..."
ng Qianqian and ng Lang simultaneously followed her gaze to see a man on a tall horse, clad in full silver armor with only a pair of dark eyes visible. He led a troop of identical horsen, standing guard in the darkness.
Unlike the others, he was bigger and stronger.
"Your Loulan cavalry?"
ng Lang stroked his chin, "Their aura feels strange, eerie, like ghosts."
Alina explained, "That’s the Wizard’s Ghost-faced Cavalry."
ng Lang raised an eyebrow: "Are the Ghost-faced Cavalry very powerful? More powerful than the Black Armor Army?"
"They’re different." Alina shook her head, "Have you heard about the dicine n of the dicine King Valley?"
ng Qianqian replied, "I’ve heard."
They were tools of murder refined with drugs, immune to pain, fearless of death, and devoid of human intelligence, acting only on orders.
Back in the underground palace, Ji Feng once captured a dicine Man alive, paying a steep price.
Alina continued: "There is a Puppetry Technique in witchcraft. The death warriors refined through it are quite similar to the dicine n of dicine King Valley."
ng Qianqian frowned: "You an, they are death warriors?"
Alina took a deep breath: "Not just death warriors, but also puppets. In any case, we have to be careful."
ng Lang stepped forward, standing in front of the two won, and said solemnly: "You both go first."
ng Qianqian: "Not afraid to die?"
ng Lang: "Afraid, so leave before I change my mind."
ng Qianqian said: "I’m afraid it’s not up to you to decide."
The leading Ghost-faced General raised his hand, made a gesture, and a team of cavalry swiftly encircled them from behind.
ng Lang clenched his fists: "It’s not easy for to play the hero once, can’t you—be more accommodating?!"
He sprung up, his speed like a teor, and fiercely punched towards the brow of the Ghost-faced General.
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