Chapter 601: Jier's Malicious Intent

Jier did not rush to follow the crowd; he stood in place, watching the two patrol Soldiers who had died on the ground.

Unexpectedly, with just a slight nudge from him, such a turn of events had occurred within the enemy's own ranks.

"Interesting~"

A smile played on his lips as he looked at the two corpses on the ground, then at the two corpses from last night in the nearby Tent.

"Should I add more fuel to the fire?"

Jier whispered to himself; naturally, he had not touched the belongings of the two Soldiers killed last night, so how had those belongings disappeared?

Feeling curious, Jier ducked into the Tent of the Soldier killed last night and examined it carefully, especially the blood-soaked felt mat on the floor.

This item was laid on the ground, and it would normally be nothing to be stepped on, but it was different once it was soaked in blood.

Jier noticed that when Adjutant Piluo had entered and exited the Tent earlier, he had very carefully avoided the bloodstains on the ground, and when Jier killed the people last night, apart from the bloodstains he had intentionally made, he had not accidentally gotten any other blood on him. After all, the people had just died, and the blood from the wounds had not yet flowed out.

He squatted down, looking at a fresh footprint mark left on the blood-stained felt.

"So, whose footprint is this? Heh, if someone came here last night to take the dead man's belongings, why didn't this person raise an alarm? Besides, it's impossible that the Adjutant didn't notice this footprint when he inspected it earlier. Therefore, there is only one possibility."

Jier muttered to himself, reaching a conclusion: "While everyone was following the bloodstains I intentionally left behind, someone else came here and took the deceased's belongings, only they accidentally stepped on the blood on the ground."

He walked out of the Tent and looked at the two newly dead Defeated Soldiers on the ground outside: "That man Yeluba, he intentionally guided things to eventually lead to these two being killed. What for?"

Jier slapped his forehead, and his Helmet made a *bang* sound: "I was really overthinking it; what else could he do? Of course, he's trying his best to smooth over the things right in front of him."

Afterward, Jier walked quickly toward the place where the Soldiers were gathered.

The Soldiers turned the Tents of the two Soldiers who had repeatedly stolen from everyone upside down; they found some of the belongings stolen in the last few days, but the items stolen over a longer period were not found.

This made everyone very dissatisfied, and they began to clamor one after another.

"Maybe there are still some of those patrol guys with sticky fingers!" The person who said this looked sideways at the Soldiers responsible for patrolling the wall.

"Exactly, I think they probably all used their convenient positions to take everyone's things!" This person was even less polite.

"Bullshit! We are also shocked that these two scumbags appeared on our side! But that doesn't mean we are all the same kind of people as them! Captain! Adjutant, sir! Please believe us!" The Soldiers responsible for patrolling the wall and the Yingdi naturally refused to be humiliated and framed by the crowd like this.

Apart from the combat skills of a very few individual Soldiers, these patrol personnel had the strongest Duanbing in the entire group, and they took pride in this. But at this moment, being viewed and humiliated like this by other mediocre Soldiers, they were naturally indignant.

Several people stood together, back to back, showing an attitude of standing united against outsiders.

"As for this..."

Seeing this situation, Yeluba hesitated. These Soldiers responsible for patrolling were generally inclined to be neutral, and these people had also protected the Yingdi well during this period, except for the pair of scumbags who liked to steal things just now.

But he also had his own thoughts.

In his dark inner plan, among the entire group of Soldiers, except for himself and some of his direct, close subordinates, all the Soldiers in the group were meant to die here. After finishing off those Villagers and alien Beast, he would have to find a way to dispose of the excess Soldiers under his command.

And once it became necessary to dispose of these Soldiers, these few Refining Qi Soldiers responsible for patrolling were a bit of an eyesore and a hindrance.

"Hard to say, hard to say." Yeluba smacked his lips, then he gave a suggestion: "How about you prove your own innocence? Open up and let everyone see the items in your personal Tents to see if there are any of those missing valuable objects?"

Adjutant Piluo had not spoken; his eyes were lowered, and he appeared to have been completely defeated by Yeluba in this round of confrontation. But in reality, he naturally harbored doubts about everything that had just happened.

Things had happened too quickly, and in most cases, things were under Yeluba's control.

It was as if everyone was being manipulated by Yeluba.

But the two Soldiers killed just now had indeed admitted to stealing the Soldiers' belongings in front of everyone, except for the matter of them killing people and framing others last night. But in the chaos, both of them were already dead, and it was impossible to verify whether it was really the two of them who killed the people and framed Yeluba's subordinates.

'If it was them, then I can only say don't underestimate any seemingly ordinary Soldier,' he thought: 'But if it wasn't them, then this man Yeluba is too terrifying.'

Just as everyone was planning to inspect the patrol Soldiers' Tents one by one, Jier saw that the crowd had failed to find the hidden stolen goods and had to find a way to speak up and remind them.

The Spirit Dog, Big Nose, actively leaned in and sniffed carefully through the Tents as soon as Jier came over, discovering that apart from the small portion of recently stolen belongings on the surface, most of the previously stolen items had been hidden by the two Soldiers in the soil layer beneath the Tents.

After all, the Yingdi was only so big, and the private space everyone had was just that tiny bit of space in their own Tent. To find a way to hide the stolen goods, those two Soldiers had nowhere else but under their own Tents.

"Why not look at the soil layer under the Tents? If it were me, I would definitely hide the stolen things inside!" Jier stood in the crowd and said, pinching his voice.

His voice was not loud, and it didn't attract the attention of many people at once. But he said it in a few different places, and some Soldiers who reacted thought it was a companion beside them speaking, and immediately clamored: "Yes, yes, yes! Check under their Tents; they must have hidden the things there!"

"Exactly, there are people everywhere in the Yingdi, where else could they hide things? There is plenty of space outside the Yingdi, but they couldn't possibly climb out. The wall is so high."

Consequently, the two people's Tents were directly torn down and flattened, their personal things were thrown aside, and the dry, hard felt laid on the ground was also rolled up and tossed away.

Yeluba squatted down, twisted the Suishi and soil underneath with his fingers, and found it very loose: "It does look like there are signs of digging. Dig! See what can be found!"

Soldiers immediately stepped forward to work, but Jier didn't care much about this; his gaze was observing the shoes of the dozens of Soldiers present to see which person's shoe soles were stained with blood.

Soon, the sharp-eyed Jier made a discovery.

It was none other than one of the close subordinates behind Yeluba.

The edge of this person's right boot at the forefoot was reddish; it didn't look conspicuous, but if one could see the sole of the shoe, one could probably see the large amount of blood stained on the bottom of the other person's shoe.

At the same time, Jier also noticed that the leather pouch at this person's waist was bulging, as if it were filled with something. Logically speaking, no one would fill their personal pouch to the brim because it would be uncomfortable.

However, this person had tied the leather pouch very tightly, making it impossible to see directly what was inside.

"Go, Big Nose. Help me sniff and probe the things in the other person's pouch. Your nose should be able to pass through the other person's leather pouch, right?" Jier whispered to the Spirit Dog that no one else could see.

Big Nose nodded, let out a *woof*, and immediately walked through the crowd in such a grand manner, letting one Soldier after another pass through its body, then lowered its head and poked its huge dog head toward the oblivious Soldier.

Big Nose's wet, pitch-black Big Nose was actually larger than the leather pouch at the other person's waist. But fortunately, Jier saw Big Nose pass part of its nose through the leather pouch, and then its nose twitched.

Then, *woof woof* sounds rang out.

"The smell of precious metals? The Human scent stained on it is very similar to the two from last night? Heh heh, very good, well done."

Jier said in a low voice; he didn't need to speak loudly, as Big Nose had keen hearing and could hear Jier even when he whispered.

Next, it was a matter of seeing how to make the contents of the leather pouch at this person's waist reveal themselves.

Seeming to sense Jier's thoughts from Jier, Big Nose didn't let Jier go to much trouble; it carefully used the tips of its teeth—which were in a mouth large enough to swallow a whole person—to carefully control its influence on the real world, slightly flicking the slipknot on the leather pouch at this person's waist.

Big Nose's movements were very careful, and this Soldier's entire attention was focused on the ground being dug up in front.

When the ground in front was dug up and bundles of neatly wrapped things were revealed from twenty centimeters under the ground, all the Soldiers watching the matter exclaimed.

Big Nose took advantage of everyone's exclamations and movements at this moment, pulled with the tips of its teeth, and opened the leather pouch at this Soldier's waist, leaving the pouch wide open.

But even so, even if the opened pouch had already revealed some of the belongings inside, it was useless if no one was paying attention to it; everyone's attention was attracted by the bundles of belongings being dug out.

Jier smacked his lips, narrowed his eyes, and simply whispered an order to Big Nose: "Push him! Make him fall!"

The big nose acted immediately, using its nose to give the Soldier's back a fierce shove.

A sudden great force surged into the Soldier's back, his footsteps involuntarily stumbling forward for a stretch, and he immediately barked, "Who pushed me from behind?"

But this force was not small, and the Soldier ultimately failed to steady himself, falling to the ground with a smack.

If it had been an ordinary fall, it would have been nothing, but the leather pouch at the Soldier's waist containing valuables had already come open; as the man fell, a large amount of valuable property spilled from this pouch onto the ground.

Many people around saw this scene, but everyone's attention was basically drawn by the stolen property that had just been dug up, and they didn't really realize the strangeness of these items.

Jier was unwilling, and spoke up to remind them: "Eh? How could this person's pouch have Bie'eoke's things? Isn't that the stuff Bie'eoke snatched from the Villagers? I didn't expect it to be in this person's pouch instead of with the patrolling personnel who were stealing things?"

After saying these overly conspicuous words, Jier hurriedly retreated from the crowd, using the nearby tent to shield his figure before others could look over.

Not daring to stay here long, Jier kept using the surrounding tents as cover, either walking quickly while hunched over or crawling to avoid being seen, and hid behind a wooden house not far away.

Jier pricked up his ears and heard the increasingly intense argument, especially the voice of the previously silent Adjutant Piluo, which rang out fiercely once again, seemingly loudly questioning someone.

Then, after only a moment, the sound of weapons clashing appeared.

Jier poked his head out to look and discovered that it was actually some of Yeluba's Soldiers, who were unexpectedly drawing their swords and waving them, guarding Yeluba himself as he moved backward, while many of the Soldiers who had originally been watching the spectacle were either loudly questioning the flustered Yeluba or throwing themselves onto the dug-up ground, regardless of anything else, tearing open packages and stuffing the property lost by everyone into their arms.

"Mine, mine! This is the thing I lost! This one is mine too!" Regardless of whether it was actually theirs, it was clearly more important to grab a haul while taking advantage of the chaos.

Adjutant Piluo led a portion of the Soldiers who stood on his side, shouting and chasing Yeluba's men the whole way; although they were fewer in number, their momentum was greater. Many of Yeluba's ordinary subordinates looked confused, not knowing whether they should fight back, so they had no choice but to escort Yeluba as he moved.

"Ha, it's in chaos now, this is great, it should be like this, it should be like this!"

Jier nodded in satisfaction. He turned his head to look around and discovered that, except for a few Soldiers still honestly guarding the Mine entrance, the Soldiers in other places had basically all run over to participate in the chaos.

And these few Soldiers guarding the Mine exit were also standing and peering, standing on tiptoe, and pricking up their ears to guess what exactly had happened in the chaos among the people not far away.

At this moment, Jier finally heard the sound of a Wooden Whistle coming from the Forest.

Time returns to the present.

Hearing the situation in the Yingdi that Jier told him about, Xueya Site was clearly very happy.

"Those guys only care about themselves, one by one, they aren't united, sooner or later it would be like this! It's just that with your help, Jier, hehe, I didn't expect that in just two days, they would really take action!"

Sighing as he spoke, Xueya Site picked up his Crossbow, preparing to continue his mission.

"Aren't you going to rest? After all, it was really thrilling just now!" Jier suggested.

But Xueya Site said embarrassedly: "You've already done so many things, I don't want to fall too far behind you either. Rest assured, since both Shapeshifting Monsters were burned to death, the only enemies left here are those sentry Soldiers."

"Next, after I finish them off, I will wait in the trees outside the gate of the enemy Jiedian for the Warriors to arrive! By the way, Jier. Did you have them bring enough Heavy Crossbow Bolts? This thing is really powerful!"

Jier responded: "Of course, I had them bring two extra quivers of Crossbow Bolts."

Speaking of this, Jier took out his Plant Concealment Cloak: "Your Cloak is broken, use mine for now!"

"Then what about your side?"

Xueya Site didn't take the Cloak directly, but asked instead. Compared to his mission, Jier's mission was clearly more important and more in need of the help of the Plant Concealment Cloak.

"My side..." Jier smiled slightly.

"Just based on the level of chaos in the enemy Yingdi right now. Do you think anyone will honestly go patrol the walls?"

Jier laughed out loud: "I just came out, but I walked right onto the wall and then jumped down! No one cared at all!"

Rubbing his hands together, Jier smirked: "Now, I still have to find some more trouble for those bad things! Hehe, it's time for those Mao Mao to make their appearance!"

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