No wonder her voice sounds so awful. Nobody could possibly speak well after having their throats cut like that.

“Lead the way.” Qin Ye nodded at her. Nohime took a few steps back, turned around, and then walked straight back into the temple. Her two rows of maidservants turned around at exactly the same time.

It was only then that Qin Ye noticed how each of the maidservants had a dagger stuck in their backs.

These were all maidservants who had accompanied Oda Nobunaga in death.

Qin Ye turned his attention to the rows of warriors standing in the distance. The sea of trees swayed gently in the distance, casting shifting shadows on the ground over the warriors that were otherwise only illuminated by the creepy scarlet glow of the red lanterns. Almost as though they sensed his gaze, the heads of the warriors and foot soldiers turned one hundred and eighty degrees around in unison, revealing the jade-green netherflames that burned in their otherwise empty eye sockets.

The wind rose, and the shifting shadows made the surroundings look darker than ever. In that instant, Qin Ye found himself standing in the heart of a sea of threatening jade-green netherflames, almost as though a pack of hungry wolves were laying in wait for the slightest slip up on his part. Any ordinary person in his shoes would have screamed in fear by now.

Qin Ye’s eyes narrowed...