"The 500 taels include the burial fee, remember to bury the bodies."

With clenched teeth, Wang Jin left these words and spurred his horse past Qin Yao’s carriage.

Qin Yao raised an eyebrow playfully and murmured softly, "Alright."

She wanted to see just how capable he was!

As it turned out, Wang Jin wasn’t lying. Though young, his martial arts skills were quite impressive.

When the first batch of assassins, ten bodies in total, appeared by the roadside, it was indeed a slight surprise for Qin Yao.

However, judging by the traces left on the ground, Wang Jin hadn’t had it easy either.

Whether he was injured or not, Qin Yao didn’t care.

She parked the carriage by the road, grabbed the prepared shovel, and, following the principle of proximity, dug pits on the spot to swiftly bury those ten horrifying corpses.

Finally, she covered them with wild grass to avoid scaring passersby, handling it with professionalism!

As night fell, to be safe, Qin Yao stopped at a posthouse she encountered, piled a firewood stack in the vacant space outside the station, boiled some hot water with a military pot, and hastily settled tonight’s dinner with flatbread she brought from home.

Wang Jin had arrived at the station half a day before her but didn’t proceed further, fearing any accidents with the goods. He stayed in the posthouse until he saw Qin Yao driving up. Only then did he fall asleep with peace of mind.

The two never exchanged more than a glance across the open space, acting as if they didn’t know each other, each busy with their own tasks.

At night, when Wang Jin was startled awake by the rustling sounds of someone searching inside the posthouse, he suddenly thought that following Qin Yao’s instructions seemed quite alright.

After all, today, those people hadn’t thought about the fact that the most important things weren’t even by his side.

However, another wave of today’s pursuit might be too much for him to handle, leaving him no choice but to abandon the two empty boxes and escape.

He glanced in the direction of the nearby merchant camp, reassured, and fell back asleep.

He paid silver, she took the job; protecting him and the evidence was precisely her duty. This made sense, and he needn’t feel guilty at all!

At first light, Wang Jin set out again.

Qin Yao departed half an hour earlier, but since her carriage was loaded heavily, Wang Jin soon overtook her.

When they crossed paths, Wang Jin left a message: "I may not be able to hold on today, be careful yourself."

Qin Yao nodded slightly as she looked at his bandaged left arm, acknowledging she understood.

She spoke toward his back disappearing ahead: "If you can’t handle it, just slow down."

Wang Jin turned back and gave her a grateful look.

Though he didn’t know much, whether it was the previous hiring or this time, Qin Yao always provided a great experience for him.

Even if there were small issues before, she truly stepped up when it mattered.

If he had the chance to visit Zijing Mansion again someday, he’d definitely hire her once more.

By noon, Qin Yao discovered and buried two more assassin bodies by the roadside.

For the rest of the journey, she occasionally stumbled upon one now and then.

By the time she buried the sixth one, several shattered wooden box fragments appeared by the road.

At that moment, Qin Yao’s heart sank. It seemed Wang Jin couldn’t hold out and had already abandoned the decoy boxes to flee.

If lucky, she’d survive the night smoothly.

If unlucky, the night promised to be sleepless.

Just hoped Wang Jin was still alive.

Qin Yao calmly finished burying the body and continued her journey at full speed; every bit farther was worthwhile.

Burying bodies took a considerable amount of time, causing her to miss the posthouse, leaving her no choice but to stay at an inn in town tonight.

Qin Yao never found any signs Wang Jin stayed along the way, suggesting he wasn’t waiting for her and headed straight to the Prefecture.

This night, Qin Yao passed safely, remaining highly alert.

With a hundred miles left to the Prefecture, following her current pace, she’d reach the next posthouse for rest tonight, arriving midway tomorrow.

Qin Yao leisurely drove toward the posthouse for tonight’s camp, the journey absent of bodies, sparing her the laborious task of burial, her mood increasingly joyful.

At dusk, she arrived at the posthouse right on time.

However, just as she stopped at its entrance, a strong scent of blood reached Qin Yao’s nose.

Indeed, the posthouse was eerily silent.

Qin Yao pulled up on the open ground outside the posthouse and loudly called the posthouse manager’s name.

There was no response.

Undeterred, Qin Yao took a sip from the bamboo tube, squinting at the wide-open posthouse door before her. The sky was dim, not a lantern lit; it looked like a monstrous beast with its mouth wide open.

It was no surprise the posthouse manager probably ran into trouble.

As long as the enemy remains inactive, she stays put. Qin Yao stopped by the roadside to put up a lamp by igniting oil, hanging it on the carriage for light.

In the darkness, the small world around the carriage turned into the only bright spot, instantly drawing numerous eyes.

Qin Yao paused her munching of flatbread only for a mere three seconds before resuming her chewing.

Three pieces devoured, still no sign of movement inside.

Perhaps as a lingering shadow from her previous moves, the entities concealed within the posthouse showed no intention of rushing out, merely staring intently at her.

Under such suffocating scrutiny, Qin Yao remained as calm as ever, continuing her tasks unfazed.

First, she unloaded the carriage, released the horse to graze, then retrieved the Divine Arm Bow from atop the carriage.

In an instant, those haunting gazes fixating on her all dipped to freezing lows!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"

The sound of arrows slicing through the air materialized, a dense barrage raining down, forming an inescapable net that tightly trapped Qin Yao.

Yet Qin Yao didn’t directly confront it, rolling on the ground multiple times, using the surrounding trees for cover to evade it.

A brief pause emerged after the wave of arrows.

Now was the time!

A spark ignited as Qin Yao, long poised, fired the Divine Arm Bow, driving a flame-covered oversized arrow swiftly outwards, instantly setting the dark posthouse hall alight.

As flames burned brightly, the hidden Death Warriors became visible, bewildered, and one already skewered by another massive arrow was nailed against the wall.

Before anyone else could act, gigantic arrows, carrying death’s breath, continuously harvested their lives.

While advancing steadily amidst shooting arrows, Qin Yao single-handedly extended immense pressure, thwarting a second arrow volley’s onset.

As figures fell one after another, her blood boiled fiercely, fighting spirit surging.

The posthouse burned violently, revealing the men hiding within.

They charged out with weapons in hand, becoming mere practice targets for Qin Yao.

The Divine Arm Bow held astonishing power, paired with Qin Yao’s incredible strength, launching devastatingly impactful arrows that pierced through people, bursting blood flowers, delivering a potent visual blow to the Death Warriors.

Anyone who dared hinder her progress would face certain death!

The inevitable doom instilled fear.

After a fleeting moment of hesitation, over a dozen Death Warriors emerged from the burning posthouse, their reddened eyes, the only feature visible, surged toward Qin Yao.

However, with a tremble of the bowstring, they transformed into the toughest steel threads, mercilessly reaping their lives.

The flames intensified, climbing to the posthouse’s second floor, when the guest room window was suddenly shattered.

Wang Jin, hands and feet bound and mouth gagged, having thrown himself against it, nearly fell out the window.

Before he could steady himself, a flame burst onto his face. Luckily, he reacted quickly, or he’d have met his end there today.

But with Qin Yao in a killing frenzy, she completely failed to notice him.

Wang Jin, unable to scream or move, panicked desperately, resorting to violently banging against the walls to capture Qin Yao’s attention.

Qin Yao!

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