Translator: Storm in a Teacup

What disappointed Ye Lingyue further happened later. Song Jingyun heard those refugees say that they planned to go through Zizhu Mountain and make a living in the small countries west of the mountain since North Qing and Da Xia were unwilling to accept them formally.

Then Song Jingyun offered to take the refugess with them.

“We have promised the young master Long Baobao to escort him through Zizhu Mountain. Nothing serious happened along the way. How about taking the refugees with us? Their number is not big and there are just more than 100 people. At worst, we will lose some of our time.”

“I don’t agree. The refugees have all kinds of background and no one can ensure that there are no vicious men.”

The two captains of Disha both disagreed.

They had been away for three days already. Along the way, they just encountered sporadic attacks from beasts and no assassins. But Zizhu Mountain was near and the topography was rugged. No one could ensure that there would be no danger.

“Lan Lan, what’s your opinion?” Song Jingyun looked at Lan Cai’er.

Lan Cai’er frowned and glimpsed at Song Jingyun, feeling an obvious sense of provocation.

“I don’t agree, either. Our task this time is to escort Little Longbao. His safety should be prioritized. We are mercenary soldiers instead of yesmen.”

Lan Cai’er’s answer surprised Dao Ge a little.

“We know that some people are selfish. These refugees look quite pitiful. We also think that we should take them with us. Moreover, we have a dozen of people here and we are powerful enough to confront any danger from hundreds of refugees.” The three sisters of the Xia Family humphed.

“Stop quarreling. Let’s take a vote and see whether the disagreers were more than the agreers. Then we can decide whether to take these refugees.” Song Jingyun hurried to mediate between the two sides.

There was no suspense about the vote.

There were more members in Drinking Blood than in Disha. Furthermore, Long Baobao found a child in almost the same age in the refugess and showed full sympathy. Then the hundreds of refugees remained here.

“Song Jingyun is quite sophisticated.” Ye Lingyue looked at Song Jingyun who was getting on quite well with the refugees. “We should be careful whatever.”

Lan Cai’er replied yes.

When she went out to make a fire, Lan Cai’er met Dao Ge once again.

“Lan Cai’er, you have changed.” Dao Ge could never expect that Lan Cai’er who was always warm-hearted and doing justice refused to retain the refugees in such an indifferent manner.

“Captain Dao, I cannot expect that you, as a member of the Magic Sect, change into a good person. Surely, love is so powerful that it can make one call black white.” Lan Cai’er smiled extremely sarcastically.

“Lan Cai’er, it is the last time for me to warn you. Don’t get too near Sha since he is not simple.” Dao Ge did not understand why Lan Cai’er who used to be so clingy now acted like a hedgehog.

Even though he had hurt Lan Yingwu, Lan Yingwu also had killed so many members of the Magic Sect.

“I should have said this to you. You should be careful with the person sleeping with you. Sometimes, the most beloved one could be the most fatal.” Lan Cai’er frowned. Yan Jiu was shouting behind her.

“Lan Lan, how can you make a fire so slowly? Are you giving birth? It is your turn to keep watch. Come back soon.”

Lan Cai’er curled her lips and walked toward the tent.

Dao Ge moved forward but turned around and strode away eventually.

The advance of the group got much slower due to the refugees.

Luckily, nothing happened along the way.

On the 7th day, the group entered Zizhu Mountain.

As the name showed, Zizhu Mountain was full of purple bamboos, which were different from the plantation around the City of Mercenaries.

At a distance, it seemed that a covering purple cloud enveloped the mountain.

There were suddenly more spiritual beasts due to the appearance of purple bamboo. The group encountered small groups of bandits and the captains stopped them.

Even so, everyone was quite nervous after a whole day.

“Attend to the refugees and assign at least 2 people from each side to go on patrol in turn.”

After night fell, Dao Ge and Di soon decided to go on patrol all night after talking with each other.

When Ye Lingyue and Long Baobao were returning to the tent, the latter took the refugee child with him.

“Sister Black, could I sleep with Xiaoxiao? He cannot sleep well in the refugee camp.” Long Baobao blinked and looked at Ye Lingyue.

Children at a similar age would easily become good friends. The boy named Xiaoxiao was also 6 years old. Due to the apperance of Qiankun Zijin Bamboo, his family memers were killed by evil alchemists asking the whereabouts of the bamboo in the village.

Then Xiaoxiao became an orphan and was left with his grandfather.

Ye Lingyue took a look at the boy who nodded jitterily.

After night feel, Long Baobao and the boy named Xiaoxiao fell asleep very soon.

Ye Lingyue kept watch for a while and fell asleep around 3am.

The moment he heard the breathing of Ye Lingyue, the boy named Xiaoxiao opened his eyes.

He climbed up extremely quickly.

He pulled open the curtains and looked outside.

It was quiet outside the tent and Zhuge Yi who was responsible for keeping watch tonight had fallen asleep by the campfire.

By the fire was a water bag.

There was a sense of viciousness in the boy’s eyes that was not in line with his age.

He rasied his hand and took out a knife from his light inner clothing. Then he approached Long Baobao and pointed the knife at Long Baobao’s throat. The act was sinister enough to show the traces of a skilled killer.

When the knife was going to rip open Long Baobao’s throat, there was a “Ding” sound.

The boy’s wrist went numb and the knife was struck away directly.

The one who struck away the knife was the female soldier who should have been in sound sleep.

The boy was in great shock.

The knife fell onto the ground and Long Baobao who had been sleeping tight suddenly woke up.

“Xiaoxiao?”

Long Baobao wa still in a daze. The boy humphed and moved like a flash of lightning to catch Long Baobao.

A thouderbold-like force hit the boy’s feet.

Long Baobao was already grabbed by Ye Lingyue and pushed aside.

“Your movement?’

“So strange, isn’t it? Why haven’t I fainted? Why is it useless to poison the upper reaches of the river? The reason is that I have never drunk water poisoned by you.”

Ye Lingyue was alert in nature and the water she drank when carrying out tasks was all from Red Mist Sky.

After Song Jingyun took in these refugees, she secertly changed the water of Disha and Long Baobao to Rainbow Creek Water.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with the refugees. They put colorless and flavorless posion in the upper reaches of the river and even silver needles could not detect the poison.