Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 962: Chapter 963: The Empty Fort Strategy

Mu Yuqiu, upon hearing the news that her parents had been murdered, was overwhelmed with grief and hatred, especially toward the Ghost Society.

Inside a humble hut, all of her teammates had gathered together.

Mu Yuqiu said in a solemn tone, ”This time, the mission I’ve been tasked with is to poison the well, and then render everyone unconscious with the poison. Once it’s done, I’ll signal them, and they plan to wipe everyone out in one swift move.”

”Such a cruel tactic. You clearly had many opportunities to use poison along the way. Why did they wait until we arrived at the village to tell you to act?” Lin Chen asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

”I don’t know either,” Mu Yuqiu shook her head.

At this moment, Lan Xingyue’s elder sister, Lan Xingling, suddenly spoke up, ”I know the reason. Their target isn’t you all; it’s this village.”

”What?” Everyone’s hearts trembled upon hearing Lan Xingling’s words.

”So, you’re saying they’ve been using us as bait all along to draw out the villagers?” Lin Chen responded, piecing the puzzle together.

Lan Xingling nodded and said, ”Actually, the people of this village have a sacred mission. They are guarding a secret within a hidden mystical realm.”

”A secret?” Lin Chen was stunned.

”This mystical realm not only offers abundant Spiritual Energy for cultivation, but it also contains a secret—a passage to a mysterious space. The villagers are the Guardians of the entrance to this very space.”

”So that’s how it is!” Lin Chen exclaimed in surprise.

On the side, Kusha added, ”To enter this mystical realm, two items are needed: the jade token in your possession and the Blood of the Divine.”

”Blood of the Divine?” Lin Chen’s gaze sharpened.

While Lin Chen possessed the jade token, the Blood of the Divine was elusive—where could it be found?

”We have the Blood of the Divine as well. Lin Chen is the Chosen One,” Zhao Xiaohua said abruptly.

”What? The Chosen One!” Kusha looked at Lin Chen in confusion.

”Xiaohua, are you kidding me? How could I be the Chosen One?” Lin Chen felt utterly baffled.

”You don’t need to understand why. You only need to accept that you are. Right now, what matters is figuring out how to deal with those who’ve been hunting us down,” Zhao Xiaohua said coolly.

”Those bastards... Do they think I’m just some Hello Kitty if I don’t show my claws? I’ve already devised a plan to deal with them,” Lin Chen replied coldly.

After outlining his plan, the group kept nodding in agreement.

The next day, the village held a grand feast. The entire tribe sang and danced, the atmosphere was lively and jubilant.

Not far away, in the jungle, Burton watched the merry celebrations from a distance, a cold smile creeping across his face, ”Go ahead, dance, laugh. This will soon be your last moment of joy!”

Hahn voiced his concern, ”Are you certain there’s no problem?”

Burton replied smugly, ”Relax. With my Qixiang Powder in effect, they’ll soon fall into a deep coma.”

The night grew darker, and an eerie silence enveloped the village.

A scout ran over excitedly, ”Boss, there’s no sound coming from the village—even the sentries at the entrance are silent.”

Almost simultaneously, a torch ignited within the village.

”That’s Mu Yuqiu’s signal. She’s succeeded,” Burton laughed triumphantly.

”Brothers, charge into the village! The women inside are yours!” Hahn declared with a sinister laugh.

The mercenaries’ eyes glowed with greed as they scrambled toward the village.

Indeed, they encountered no resistance and easily invaded the village.

The village was eerily quiet, save for a single burning torch. Not a soul was in sight.

The group of mercenaries entered the village and began hunting for women.

But the village was completely empty.

”Something’s wrong. We’ve been tricked,” Hahn suddenly realized.

Just as he was about to order a retreat, arrows rained down from the trees surrounding the forest.

Set on a clearing within dense woods, the village was encircled by towering trees.

Now, the nimble Doba villagers were attacking from above, turning the mercenaries into sitting ducks with nowhere to hide.

”Retreat immediately!” Hahn roared, brandishing his gun.

The mercenaries abandoned over twenty corpses, retreating in panic toward the village’s edge.

But as they reached the entrance, explosions erupted.

The mercenaries had unknowingly wandered into a minefield.

Gunfire boomed, trapping the mercenaries like prey in a pot.

Landmines surrounded the mercenaries, making every step a potential death sentence.

Gunshots poured down from all directions, leaving the mercenaries cornered.

To their credit, the mercenaries were highly skilled fighters, managing to break out of the encirclement despite the odds.

Even so, their losses were catastrophic—only seven mercenaries remained to escort Hahn out.

Hahn looked disheveled; his once pristine uniform was in tatters, his previously dashing face now pale with terror and defeat.

”Bang!”

Just as Hahn and his men escaped and tried to catch their breath, a gunshot echoed.

A mercenary beside Hahn fell to the ground, lifeless.

The remaining mercenaries, who had just sat down to rest, immediately grabbed their guns in panic.

”Bang!” Another shot rang out, and another mercenary fell into a pool of blood.

The fear of death spread like wildfire among the mercenaries, who frantically fired their guns.

Yet the gunfire faded briefly before resuming.

”Thud!” Another mercenary collapsed to the ground.

One vengeful bullet after another struck the mercenaries like phantom assassins.

As more mercenaries fell beside him, Hahn’s face turned ashen.

All seven mercenaries were soon eliminated by the ghostly sniper, leaving Hahn alone.

Clutching a pistol in his trembling hands, Hahn staggered backward step by step.

Suddenly, he felt something hard pressing against his temple.

”Why? I carried out your orders exactly as instructed. Why do you still want to kill them?” Mu Yuqiu asked coldly.

Trembling violently, Hahn pleaded, ”I-I was wrong... Please, spare me.”

”Spare you? When your people murdered my parents, did they ever consider sparing them?” Mu Yuqiu roared.

”It wasn’t me who gave the orders! Your parents’ deaths had nothing to do with me,” Hahn begged as he discreetly gripped a dagger in his palm.

”Die!” Mu Yuqiu’s finger tightened on the trigger, but Hahn suddenly darted to her rear.

Just as his dagger aimed for Mu Yuqiu, an arrow streaked through like lightning, piercing Hahn’s arm and pinning it to a tree.

”Ahhhhhh!”

Hahn screamed in agony as Lin Chen emerged from the forest, holding a bow and arrow.