"Damn it, Brother Ye, duck!" Zhang Liang shouted urgently. "The First Emperor's motorcade is coming. Looks like there's no way now." "I'll do it..." Ye Xiu quickly lay flat, staring intently at the situation ahead.

A line of cavalry led the procession, followed by infantry. In the center, eight four-horse carriages advanced in sequence, guarded by more infantry and cavalry bringing up the rear. "It really came.

That accursed giant, we almost succeeded," Zhang Liang felt deeply unwilling. This was the best chance to assassinate the Emperor, and now they could only watch it slip away. Ye Xiu looked closely and felt something was off: "No need to be upset.

Notice all the carriages have four horses this time. The First Emperor must have made prior arrangements. Even if we waited for Moming to throw the giant hammer, we wouldn't know which carriage to strike." "Alas..." Zhang Liang still refused to give up but was helpless.

"If only we had a bow and arrow or something. Even if we can't complete the assassination, we must issue a warning. We have to let the First Emperor know that someone defies his rule." Ye Xiu didn't answer, remaining prone, watching the carriages.

It seemed history hadn't changed at all. The historical account of Zhang Liang's assassination attempt failed precisely because of the deployment of the four-horse carriages, causing the hammer throw to miss its mark. Was it to be the same scene today?

Should they really let the First Emperor’s procession pass safely? If so, there would be no legendary tale of Zhang Liang assassinating the Emperor, and consequently, no miraculous encounter with Huang Shigong during his flight. "Brother Ye, your bag is so strange.

I've never seen anything like it!" Zhang Liang, having run out of options and acting out of desperation, lunged to rummage through Ye Xiu's backpack. "What could possibly be in here? Let me see!" Ye Xiu joined the frenzy, frantically searching his own bag—nothing more than a lunchbox, chopsticks, clothes, and that utterly disgusting '2B' pencil.

"Use this to throw at the carriages! Isn't your sharp tip a projectile weapon?" Zhang Liang gestured, urging Ye Xiu to throw the '2B'. "Don't you martial artists throw hidden weapons?

Maybe it will have an effect?" "A hidden weapon! Do you take me for Li Fei Dao?" Ye Xiu never expected the strategist Zhang Liang to make such a joke at this critical moment. "Li Fei Dao?" Zhang Liang looked utterly bewildered.

Seeing the carriages already passing their position, sweat beaded on his forehead. "Forget Li or Zhang! Brother Ye, it's all up to you this time.

Little Ye Fei Dao!" "Alright, alright, I get it." Seeing Zhang Liang’s earnest insistence, Ye Xiu decided he had to help this time, if only to prevent history from changing. "Don't push me, and stop grabbing my hand while you talk." "I wasn't!" Hearing this, Zhang Liang shyly retracted his hand and lay quietly beside Ye Xiu. Ye Xiu took a sharp breath, carefully grasping the '2B' pencil in his hand.

Although he was now the esteemed leader of the Ghost Valley Sect, possessing numerous secret skills and marvelous techniques, he truly hadn't studied throwing projectiles. The most ridiculous part was that this 'projectile' was a pencil. "Which one should I choose?" Zhang Liang couldn't hold back and spoke.

"Brother Ye, hurry up, or the carriages will all be gone!" "What are you playing at!" Ye Xiu snapped at Zhang Liang. "Can't you see I can only aim for the last one right now? Choose?

Choose your sister!" Zhang Liang knew he had disturbed Ye Xiu and, chastised, replied quietly, looking wronged, "I am alone, with no siblings in my family. If Brother Ye must choose, I will follow your lead." "Damn it!" Ye Xiu was speechless, not wanting to talk to this effeminate man any longer. He calmly closed one eye and began sighting with the '2B'.

Just as the middle section of the final carriage entered his direct field of view, and he was about to throw the pencil with all his might, he suddenly felt a faint tingling numbness in his left and right sides. Damn it, Zhang Liang was too nervous and had once again tightly gripped Ye Xiu's left hand. His grip wasn't one of brotherly camaraderie; it was tightly laced with a mixture of subtle psychological tension—the grip of a lifelong companion, a 'bromance' grip that sealed a lifetime bond.

"Crap! What are you touching me for?" The moment the pencil flew, Ye Xiu felt his scalp tingle, his hands numb, his feet numb, compounded by a painful tightness in his lower abdomen. This immense distraction severely affected his aiming accuracy.

The '2B' pencil had considerable force, diving sharply downward, but damn it, the trajectory was off. It was entirely Zhang Liang's fault for distracting him; he couldn't aim properly. He watched the pencil heading only for the carriage's tire, perhaps not even reaching the tire.

Ye Xiu turned his head and shot Zhang Liang a fierce glare. "BOOM..." Suddenly, a tremendous explosion rocked the area, sending flames and dust scattering, lifting that carriage into the air. Everyone was stunned into silence.

"Protect the Emperor!" All men and horses instantly abandoned the blasted carriage and surrounded another one. It turned out the target had indeed been misidentified. Meanwhile, Ye Xiu and Zhang Liang, still prone, made no further moves.

Ye Xiu was utterly speechless. It turned out the '2B' pencil delivered by that mysterious person was truly a divine artifact. He suddenly remembered that the last time he accidentally dropped it, he had also witnessed a massive explosion.

So, he was carrying such advanced remote weaponry! That was incredibly cool. "Brother Ye, your hidden weapon is amazing," Zhang Liang had never witnessed such a sight and didn't know what expression to wear.

"Don't ask me! I don't know what happened either." Ye Xiu was also filled with questions, but the immediate priority wasn't studying the '2B' anymore, as he saw some soldiers beginning to ascend the hill to search for them. "Stop daydreaming, let's run!" Ye Xiu shouted urgently, grabbing Zhang Liang and bolting toward the rear mountain.

Just as they stood up, everyone spotted them, and a frantic pursuit began anew. "Kill them all! Every last one!" This was the First Emperor's voice; though slightly aged, it still carried undeniable authority.

Running, well, more running of all kinds. Along the way, Ye Xiu dragged Zhang Liang, and Zhang Liang clung tightly to Ye Xiu’s hand. They ran for what felt like countless miles before finally finding a ruined temple to rest, both exhausted to the point of collapse.

"Are you alright?" Ye Xiu, being a martial artist, was used to sweat and blood. His only concern now was Zhang Liang in front of him, who couldn't catch his breath. Zhang Liang slumped against a corner with his head down, waving his hand weakly while nodding, making no clear meaning.

Ye Xiu let out a heavy breath himself before finally beginning to recall the incredibly powerful '2B' pencil. Why would that mysterious old man give him such a potent explosive weapon? Could it be that he wanted him to rob a bank?

The real question was how this pencil traveled through time with him, and why it seemed impossible to discard—it might just reappear by his side at any moment.