Why did you provoke me?

The convoy quickly arrived outside the small courtyard. "The person is probably still unconscious, so hurry up."

Yu Er's heart tightened; this was the murderer. Where would he take them?

What to do? Pretend to be clueless and get on the bus, or resist?

But the soreness in his body told him that no matter which option he chose, he had to make a decision before the person came in.

Yu Er whispered to the person next to him, "Ask them if their lines are usable? Hurry up!"

After a moment of silence, the feedback came back: it works.

That's really good news!

Since they have been identified as enemies, there is no question of showing mercy.

"Use lines to call their temples," Yu Er quickly decided.

"But what if someone dies?" someone asked worriedly.

"Then wipe them all out!" Yu Er's tone was ruthless.

If they hadn't woken up in time, who knows what might have happened?

"Look at the pattern on that car, it looks familiar," a voice muttered.

Jing Er helped her comrade to her feet. Peeking through the crack in the door, her heart sank. "It's that reclusive family from the Second Battlefield."

Yu Er immediately understood that this was revenge. But he hesitated. If they offended a hidden family, would the sect protect them? If not, would they have any chance of survival?

At that moment, he was torn between two conflicting thoughts: Should he make a move or not?

Everyone looked at him, even Jing Er. "Go ahead, I'll listen to you." It was a look of trust.

Yu Er looked at everyone's face, and everyone smiled and nodded.

His fists clenched, a metallic taste filled his mouth. He decided to take a gamble. Secretary Wu had said he'd return unscathed. He'd trust him one more time.

The first time, of course, was when they came to the clubhouse and turned the lines in their minds into their own weapons.

"Plan remains unchanged, unleash the full force of the lines." Yu Er's somewhat hoarse voice came through. "I'll bear the consequences!"

"it is good."

"How could that be?"

"We are not cowards."

……

"Shh, they've entered the courtyard," the person at the gate warned.

"Act according to the situation."

Everyone lay there with their eyes half-closed, in a crooked and disoriented position.

On the earthen slope in the distance.

"All groups, get ready. We absolutely cannot let the fake fairy take the person away. We must intercept her." Nangong Tianshou's tone was serious, and his attitude was much more upright.

Outside the courtyard.

"I don't know what our master was thinking. He wanted one more person alive. It would have been better to just wipe them out. The Zhou family thought they were so great, but now they've fallen into our master's trap."

"Shut up, don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

"Hmph, fine, don't talk then. Who are you yelling at? I'm your man."

Several people stood at the doorway, listening to the heavy breathing inside.

"Listen to that voice, still dreaming?" The person who spoke earlier was now completely disregarding their volume. "The drug I put in that tea is enough to knock out an elephant."

"Open the door, be careful."

The door was slowly opened, revealing a scene inside: people were lying haphazardly on the floor like cargo.

"Let me see." The person who had spoken earlier squeezed in, kicking the person in front of him as he did so. "A bunch of pigs, getting sold out and still helping the seller count the money."

"Shut up, hurry up!"

Yu Er's heart skipped a beat. What did it mean to be sold out and still help the seller count the money? Could it be that they had been tricked by two groups of people?

Yes, at this moment his brain was working at high speed. If they were the ones who transported them here, wouldn't that be redundant? It meant that another group of people had hidden them here, but their purpose was currently unknown.

They were the ones who intercepted the enemy, and it seems their performance on the battlefield has attracted the attention of many forces. It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

"This guy is so heavy, it's a struggle for two people to lift him. If I'd known it would be like this, I would have used less drugs. Tie him up and let them walk on their own."

The talkative person spoke up again, but then someone else chimed in, "Don't bother, I'll go by myself."

"Fine, I'm exhausted. You... walk yourself." With the last word out, he collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Yu Er shouted, "Let's steal the car!"

The people at the door stood up and then fell down again. Yu Er was dumbfounded. He had forgotten that their legs were sore and weak.

"Dry branch," Jing Er suddenly shouted. After shouting, he suddenly shut his mouth; his dry branch was in his backpack, not on his person.

The person standing outside the door burst into laughter, "How stupid, still worrying about pants at a time like this."

Yu Er's eyes lit up; he had a dry branch.

Teacher Qing said that those with alien lines like them would no longer be parasitized by aliens, so his withered branches were not placed in the box, but were sewn into the seams of his clothes.

Clearly, there were others like him, but their hands were too weak to tear the dry branch, and they couldn't get it into their hands even after several attempts.

What Yu Er wanted to do most right now was to slap himself a few times. Who told you to sew the dead branch so tightly? In the current situation, he couldn't get his hands on the dead branch at all.

"You, how come you're men?" a surprised voice rang out.

Yu Er had no other thoughts; this matter could not be revealed.

"Do it!" Yu Er shouted without any time to think.

Before the people at the door could react, they all collapsed to the ground.

"How is it? Is he dead?"

"No, I'm dizzy, but I'm still breathing."

"That's good." Jing Er breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes, as long as someone isn't dead, there's still room for maneuver.

"Does anyone have a solution? I have some dry branches here," Yu Er hurriedly asked from the other end.

"Where?"

"It's stuck in the seam of the clothes. I can't tear it open."

Jing Er spoke up, "Use lines."

Several lines approached the gap in the clothes and, with a sudden force, actually revealed the withered branch.

"Give this to Jing Er," Yu Er's voice rang out. "He's the strongest here."

Jing Er felt a pang of sadness for no reason; they were still willing to believe in him.

Having taken the withered branches, he asked, "How should we distribute them?" It was impossible to take care of everyone; we could only pick and choose people to help.

"Who can drive?"

Several people responded.

"Who among you can fight?"

"I," a low shout rang out. Yu Er knew this person; he was indeed a capable fighter, but they weren't very familiar with each other.

He looked at Jing Er, his eyes asking inquiringly, "Is it reliable?"

Jing Er nodded.

"Okay, you're one. We need one more," Yu Er replied.

"Give it to Jing Er, he's the senior brother." A voice rang out.

"right."

No objections.

……

"Then it's just the two of you. We're all in your hands now." Yu Er let out a long sigh. This decision concerned everyone's lives, and he wasn't entirely confident.

"Okay!" they both answered at the same time.

Without hesitation, Jing Er quickly inserted tiny specks into his and Lei Er's bodies.

"How is it? Is it working?" Yu Er asked cautiously.

"Yes, my strength is returning." Lei Er shook his arm and clenched his fist.

Jing Er nodded, "It's useful."

"Pull the people outside in first. You guys go check the car first. It hasn't moved for so long, so there's probably no one in the car, but you still need to be careful," Yu Er instructed from the side.

"Get a few more people, search these people, see if any of them can be used."

Jing Er went out for a walk and said, "There are no houses around here. Let's hide the car first. We might need it later."

Everyone sat silently in place, quietly recovering their strength.

They had no food, no water, no weapons, and most importantly, no communication bell to call for help from their sect. They also had no idea where they were; they were in dire straits.