Fourth Miss Zhou Needed a Matchmaker After All

"Hm?"

Inside and outside the city, King Panshan had been executed, generals from every faction had fallen, and armies had been crushed. The dead lay scattered like weeds.

For the few pitiful civilians and scraps of stored grain left in and around Niuxin City, it was like waking from a nightmare.

These days, the Grain Searching Team had been rushing around everywhere, while ordinary people were either dead or captured. People were no longer people, and ghosts were hardly ghosts. Yet no one had expected that, on this night, the nightmare would grow even darker—nearly beyond anyone's imagination.

Yin Soldiers crossed the land, their weapons icy cold. Strange arts filled the battlefield, and the dead covered the ground. Even the resentful ghosts were so terrified they could only cover their mouths.

But Hu Ma's expression was remarkably calm.

He didn't know why, but when he faced the dead King Panshan and revealed that he was Hu Ma of the outlaws, his heart suddenly felt utterly clear. It was as if nothing could shake him anymore, nothing could leave him lost.

After kicking King Panshan's head aside, he paid no further attention to the others and walked slowly onward.

With the Yin General's emergence, there was bound to be work to do.

The more Yin Soldiers, the better. Those who ate people deserved to pay the price.

As for himself, his gaze turned toward the rolling waves of dark wind surging through the wilderness between King Panshan's army and Niuxin City, behind the battlefield. As the gusts swept past, he thought he faintly heard a familiar laugh.

His heart stirred. He didn't mind meeting her, but he hadn't expected the laugh to come and go so quickly, vanishing in an instant.

What followed was a world-shaking commotion. Even with his abilities,