Chapter 1415: The Undercover Beauty General's Scheme 06

Inside the tent, the corpse turned into a pool of water with a special pungent smell; the large bones that couldn't be dissolved in a short time were gathered by A Yan, stuffed into a bundle, and he went behind the curtain preparing to escape.

Just like that, a living person was gone; the few performers had never seen such a scene, their legs went weak and they couldn't stand, while the chief culprit, Muyue, smiled at them gleefully and eerily, like a demonic fairy.

"What happened!" The soldiers guarding outside the curtain rushed in immediately, still holding their great swords.

All I saw was bloodstains covering the floor inside the tent, a dagger had fallen to the ground, and the beauty the general had taken a liking to was covered in fresh blood!

Muyue sobbed and trembled, looking exactly like someone panicking uncontrollably, "There… someone escaped, he had a knife, and he even wanted to take me hostage…"

"What?!"

The soldiers hurried to look outside, A Yan swiftly jumped out the window, moving extremely fast like a black shadow, deliberately letting the soldiers see him.

"Indeed someone! Chase!" the soldiers shouted, and the patrolling squad immediately gave chase.

Muyue watched A Yan run farther and farther from outside the camp tent, her fearful eyes lowered, and she pitifully wiped away her tears.

As long as A Yan could successfully sneak into the city, even if he couldn't later kill that ghost-faced general, he would still have a way to retreat.

"General!" The other soldiers who hurried over saw Jin Chen and Shiyou, and quickly clasped their fists in salute.

Muyue was startled, even forgetting to keep up her disguise; when she turned to look, she saw Jin Chen had already spotted the fleeing A Yan and was preparing to have the nearby soldiers give chase.

She instantly felt wary, unable to figure out that young general's intentions, in case A Yan got caught…

"General!"

Muyue let out a miserable cry, full of grievance and fear, and indeed it drew Jin Chen's attention.

Noticing his sudden change in expression, Muyue didn't have time to think, she threw herself into Jin Chen's arms without restraint, and tears instantly streamed down.

"Sniff… General, my hand hurts… it really hurts."

He held up his hand, still bleeding, trembling slightly.

Jin Chen's tone became especially low, "What's going on."

Muyue trembled again, lowered her eyes and murmured, "Someone… someone took a knife and wanted to kill me, then got away."

Since it was a spur-of-the-moment plan, it couldn't be scrutinized closely; Muyue was worried Jin Chen would see through it, so she cried even more desperately.

Jin Chen suspected something was off.

These performers, who couldn't even truss a chicken, how could they have injured Muyue like this? Most likely it was deliberate, a feint to send the remaining undercover agent out.

It was even worth harming oneself to accomplish it.

Jin Chen stared at him with dark eyes, a little angry, yet still pulled him over to examine the depth of the wounds on his palm.

"Let me have a look."

"It hurts…"

Muyue hummed softly, keenly sensing the change in Jin Chen's attitude, and genuinely felt wronged.

Just moments ago he was coaxing her, now he's angry; surely he thinks she's a hassle.

Muyue leaned against Jin Chen's shoulder, letting many eyes stare at her, she extended a slender, fair finger and lightly poked his chest, "General, please don't be angry… I'm scared."

He lifted his head to gaze at the deep eyes behind the ghost mask, his tear-filled eyes full of dependence and innocence.

The little con artist's acting is still pretty good.

Jin Chen helplessly pulled him into his embrace, his deep voice showing calm, "Not angry, go apply medicine."

"Okay…"

Muyue had her head rubbed soothingly, the slight grievance that had just welled up instantly vanished, but the 'overly frightened' expression remained unchanged; she timidly leaned into Jin Chen's arms, seeking a hug.

Jin Chen didn't let the nearby soldiers give chase; with A Yan's speed, he had surely already left the Divine Might Camp.

Who would have thought that at this very moment, another performer who had seen everything inside the tent could no longer hold back.

Likewise, out of jealousy, and relying on Jin Chen being here, they had the unfounded notion that Muyue definitely wouldn't dare to act.

"General!"

The speaking performer wore a plain white garment, his appearance was already top-notch; his pale, delicate aura, even more frail than Muyue's, easily evoked pity from others.

He knelt and accused, tears streaming as he spoke, "Just now… it was clearly him who did it! He even killed someone!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere turned somewhat strange.

The several performers behind him wished they could vanish on the spot, lest they be questioned later by the general as witnesses.

Muyue leaned in Jin Chen's arms; when she glanced back, her eyes turned cold instantly, meeting that person's gaze, a heavy gloom between them.

The white-clad performer trembled with fear, "General, every word I speak is true; he… he killed someone with a dagger, the wound on his hand was self-inflicted, and that person's corpse, corpse were melted by his thing!"

"Impudent!"

Shiyou, upon hearing the latter part, immediately snapped, "Do you even know what you're saying! Bone-dissolving water is a banned substance of the Crimson Sky Kingdom, only possessed by special tribes in foreign lands; how could it possibly appear in the Divine Might Camp!"

"But… but I saw it with my own eyes! Moreover, this person isn't from the same place as us, and his origins are unknown…"

The white-clad performer spoke more and more, feeling the general's aura too overpowering; by the end he couldn't utter half a word, kneeling on the ground with his teeth chattering.

Jin Chen glanced at him, then looked at the rare quiet person in his arms, "No explanation?"

"Hmph…"

Muyue pursed her lips, unable to hold back tears yet stubbornly refusing to let them fall, "General, if you don't believe me…"

He sobbed softly, unable to hold back from crying out; after just a few moments, unable to bear such grievance, "If you don't believe me, then just kill me… to spare me this unjust suffering."

"I didn't say I don't believe you," Jin Chen wiped the tears from the person in his arms, "Don't cry anymore." If you keep crying, you'll run out of water.

"There won't be bone-dissolving water in the Divine Might Camp; this person is suspected of sowing discord in the army. Based on what you've seen, how would you resolve it?"

Muyue glanced back at that person, slightly raising her brows full of provocation, relying on Jin Chen not seeing, she whispered softly, "I don't understand this; General, just handle it according to military law."

The more sinister her expression, the more pitiful the tone that reached Jin Chen's ears.

Jin Chen wrapped his arms around Muyue's slender waist, his voice deep, "Shiyou, drag him away and give him a hundred strokes of the rod, no chance of survival."

"Yes!" Shiyou received the order, though he also thought it absurd, bone-dissolving water—how could there be such a sinister thing!

"No…" the white-clad performer was frightened to the point of nearly fainting; a hundred strokes of the rod for someone like them was practically equivalent to announcing a death sentence directly.

He couldn't fathom how Guimian Jiangjun, famed as the War God of the Crimson Sky Kingdom, could be deceived by this person.

As for the remaining few people, they all tucked their tails and behaved, afraid that speaking more would mean more mistakes; just staying alive was the proper thing to do.

Muyue watched the white-clad performer being dragged away, and for the first time in her life she felt the gratification of having backing; normally she would have to personally arrange things to intimidate.

He turned his head and buried himself in Jin Chen's embrace, hooking his neck and rubbing against it, his voice soft: "Thank you, General, for believing in me."

"The General is really good."

Little liar, you haven't even lowered your Blackening Value a bit.

Jin Chen, helplessly complaining to himself, scooped the person up in a waist hold and carried them back to the commander's tent.

The Colonel following behind scratched his head in bewilderment, inwardly certain of one thing.

No matter why the General kept the others behind, the one currently held in his arms is definitely the most important!