The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 931: Just Have to Admit Bad Luck_1

Chapter 931: Chapter 931: Just Have to Admit Bad Luck_1

"Is there really such a phenomenon?" Zhe Jue lifted his eyebrows in surprise and asked.

They too had been walking on the mountain for some time, yet hadn’t witnessed any such strange occurrences. Could it be because they had not been on White Blind Mountain for very long?

"It’s true, don’t doubt us."

The Sixth Prince looked at them seriously and said.

"Including myself, there are only five of us left in my group, so while traveling, we all hold onto each other’s clothes as we walk; otherwise, you might have only encountered one of us here."

To prove his point, he glanced at his companions.

Almost simultaneously, the four royal guards nodded without any hesitation.

"The prince is telling the truth; this place is indeed very peculiar," one of them said.

After hearing them, everyone looked at each other in silence, not saying a word.

"It seems we need to be more cautious as well," Lin Caisang said as she threw the stick in her hand into the fire.

But with so many people here, it wasn’t feasible for each person to hold onto the next one’s clothes and form a long line, was it? Not to mention the danger, such a formation would slow their progress to a crawl. By the time they reached the area with the densest purple mist, who knows how much time would have passed?

"How about this, Commander Mo, you divide your men into two teams. Prince Mo, since you have fewer people, will merge into one team. We will move forward in three groups; what do you think?" she suggested, looking at Commander Mo.

Commander Mo thought for a moment and agreed that it made sense, "And what about you, young lady? Would you like to follow along with..."

"She must stay by my side," Ya Molian interrupted before Commander Mo could even finish his sentence.

How could Sang’er go with someone else?

"Uh," Commander Mo was left speechless by his abrupt interjection.

"Well... that’s fine too. It’s safer for the young lady to be with Prince Mo."

It wasn’t exactly appropriate for him to compete with Prince Mo for someone’s company. Besides, since she had been by Prince Mo’s side all along, there wasn’t much he could do about it—was there?

"Then let’s proceed with that plan," Lin Caisang said as she stretched out her hand and took out three relatively long silk threads from her bag and handed them to Zhe Jue.

"You take a few men and strip some vines for their fibers, make them into hemp ropes, and twist these White Spider silks into them; afterward, we’ll all hold onto these ropes as we move forward. Divided into three groups, even if someone goes missing, they won’t vanish one by one, and in the face of danger, we’ll have others around, which is safer."

"Yes, young lady," Zhe Jue nodded and took the White Spider silk from her.

"Um... Prince Mo, may I and my four guards join you on your journey?" The Sixth Prince, seeing that everything was arranged, couldn’t help but interject and ask.

There were only five of them left; if they were to separate from Sui Zimo and the others, they would probably be devoured by those unknown demons within White Blind Mountain.

Hearing this, Ya Molian and Lin Caisang exchanged a look before nodding at the Sixth Prince.

...

After resting for three hours, the sky began to brighten.

Jiang Zuo collected all the empty water bags and handed them to Lin Caisang to fill up; he then distributed them again, giving three bags to the Sixth Prince’s group. At this moment, the Sixth Prince was overflowing with gratitude towards Ya Molian and the others; words could hardly express his current feelings.

Once everyone had enough rest, they continued on their journey.