Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 187 Even Professors Confess (33)

Old woman: "Look carefully, okay? This one's a virgin! Clean and untouched! I finally found one!"

Man: "Tsk, that's why I only gave you seventy! I used to give you forty or fifty, okay?!"

The two started arguing again about the price.

Chang Le faintly heard the two talking in Tai language, which she couldn't understand, but even a fool would know something was wrong from the scene.

Recalling the moment I entered the changing room, I was covered from behind and lost consciousness completely. I don't know where I've been taken now.

The fear of the unknown and the helplessness of isolation instantly swept over Chang Le's entire body, forcing her uncontrollable fingertips to dig deep into her flesh.

The sudden pain brought a brief moment of clarity.

She trembled, struggling to hold back sobs, trying to calm her heavy breathing. Her mind controlled her body, and she subconsciously struggled to untie the rope in her hands.

The argument on the other end was so loud that no one noticed the woman's actions.

Perhaps because they weren't on guard against her, the ropes binding her hands and feet were quickly untied. Chang Le took a few deep breaths and was about to make a move when the two people over there finished their conversation, and the man walked towards her.

"Wow, it can even untie itself."

The man looked Chang Le up and down with ill intent, and his sticky and blatant gaze made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Well!--"

She was pulled up by the hair by the man and forced close to his sallow face.

"It's a bit pricey." The man examined the woman as if she were a commodity, then stroked her face. When she dodged his touch, he wasn't annoyed and laughed, "At least she's a virgin. She can fetch a good price if sold to some wealthy merchants."

Chang Le couldn't understand what he was saying. They were too close. Even with her severe nearsightedness, she could see the grime on the man's black teeth, and her breath smelled strongly of his bad breath. He even flicked it onto her face while he was talking, making her feel nauseous.

"Come on, little girl, I won't tie you up anymore. I'll send you to live a good life." The man pushed her forward.

This should still be a village, just in a small hut.

The panic in her heart grew stronger and stronger, almost consuming her last remaining rationality. Her stomach felt uncomfortable, and she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Ji Ye, Grandma... These are the only things left in my mind, endlessly repeating in a loop.

How to do.

What should she do.

She didn't want to die like that.

She doesn't want to!!!
"Hurry up! Stop dawdling!" The man behind her shoved her hard.

Chang Le stumbled and crashed through the door, falling to the ground. People passing by on the street outside instinctively looked over at the sudden impact and the figure of the person who had fallen.

I don't know where the courage came from, but Chang Le's eyes were red, and she scrambled and crawled with all her might to grab the nearest figure.

"Help! Help me!!"

Like grasping at a straw, Chang Le cried and trembled, kneeling on the ground and clinging desperately, refusing to let go.

The woman being pulled looked down at her, smiled kindly, and said something, revealing her dark teeth.

Chang Le couldn't understand, and could only guess that he was asking what was going on.

"Please, take me there!!"

With a scream, the woman grabbed her hair and dragged her step by step, spitting yellowish phlegm on the ground, cursing as she pulled her towards the small house.

Chang Le's scalp was being pulled and torn painfully, and she cried out in agony. The mud from the rain got all over her body as she resisted.

The man stood silently in the darkness of the small house, like a vengeful ghost, waiting to devour her.

The people on the street were unmoved by this little incident; they either laughed or remained indifferent, watching as the woman was dragged into the house.

The door closed, the woman left, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of light in Chang Le's eyes.

“Bang!——”

A loud slap landed, and Chang Le groaned, quickly curling up in the corner. "You really need to be taught a lesson," the man sneered.

The sound of a belt being unbuckled came from the darkness.

Chang Le hugged herself, tears welling up in her eyes. Her face burned with pain, and the urge to vomit intensified.

The fingertips dug into the flesh, and there was no feeling. Whether it was fear or excitement, the body was trembling uncontrollably. The murderous intent to take everyone down with him spread sadly and exhilaratingly in the heart.

If that man dares to touch her, she'll die with him!

She's going to drag him down to hell with her!

"ah!!--"

A sharp, mournful sound echoed inside the room.

She is not a woman.

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground. Chang Le trembled and dared not look up.

Until a ray of light shone, illuminating the curled-up woman.

Yu Ci silently squatted down and softly called out, "Changle."

The woman trembled and looked up in disbelief.

The faint light illuminated a blurry, beautiful face, and a familiar voice, but it wasn't the person I remembered.

The woman's face was red and swollen on one side. Yu Ci smelled blood, frowned, and took the woman's hand to examine it.

The wound on her thumb, marked with four fingernail imprints, was bleeding profusely. In a moment of panic, Yu Ci tore off a clean piece of her own clothing and used it to bandage the wound.

The woman was clearly terrified. Yu Ci patted her head and asked, "Can you still walk?"

Upon hearing the familiar Chinese accent, Chang Le pursed her lips and nodded with reddened eyes.

She struggled to her feet, but her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

Yu Ci pulled the person back and scooped them up in her arms, saying, "Rest now, I'll take you back."

Despite the unfamiliar face, Chang Le trusted and relied on her unusually, and she murmured a soft "hmm" while holding back her sobs.

Xi Huai watched silently from the side, his tall and slender figure exuding a sense of security in the darkness.

Upon hearing Yu Ci call out that name, Xi Huai's pale eyes blended into the darkness, becoming both silent and burning.

Yu Ci clearly sensed it, and she feigned composure as she spoke to the man:
"Can you clear a path? We need to get out of here quickly."

The entire village here is united. According to the little girl, the village is still under the protection and favor of that criminal group, and is considered a stronghold deep within their territory.

Sally's disappearance was already causing a stir, and if she stayed, she would suffer even more.

Xi Huai glanced down at her, pulled the dagger out of the man's head, wiped the blood off the sofa, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."

Inside the secret passage, the bodies of a little girl, a woman, and an old woman lay together; all had died by having their throats slit.

Yu Ci was taken aback and pressed Chang Le's head down to prevent her from looking.

"They have already been assimilated; there's no saving them."

A warm, hoarse voice rang out, and Xi Huai glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground before suddenly explaining.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly spoke up. Yu Ci didn't really care about these things, and she simply hummed in agreement: "I understand."

In fact, from the moment she entered the secret passage, she vaguely sensed that Xi Huai did not intend to leave any survivors.

His gun remained ever restless, indifferent and numb.

Remembering that even after Sally died, the monkey was unwilling to give up the act of desecrating her corpse, Yu Ci felt that the Little Fragment group must have a past that no one knew about.

Unfortunately, the original work never mentioned it, and she never asked.