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At the end of the aisle in the sleeper car, the three middle-aged men with their hats pulled low had changed seats again.

They have moved four times since they got on the bus.

Each time, I moved one carriage closer to her.

Su Xingmian scooped up the yellow peaches from the can, her gaze shifting away from their reflection in the car window.

He pretended to look up, naturally glancing in the direction of those people.

The shortest one moved two rows of seats to this side.

His hat brim was pulled down very low, his jawline was rough, and his fingernails were stuck with black grime that couldn't be washed off.

But his shoes were new.

A brand new pair of rubber-soled liberation shoes, with no wear on the heels, and the laces tied tightly and firmly, as if they were ready to run at any time.

She had seen that look in her eyes before in the countryside.

It's even dirtier than that bully.

The bully was at least driven by desire, and he looked at her with a hint of fear.

These three people are different.

They looked at her with no desire, only valuation.

Like weighing a piece of goods.

When my grandmother was alive, one such person came to town.

They set their sights on a fifteen-year-old girl from the next village.

Grandma heard a noise in the middle of the night, grabbed a broom and chased after the person for three miles, stopped them, and handed them over to the armed forces department.

Grandma hugged her tightly and told her that the dirtiest business in the human world is selling living people as commodities.

Su Xingmian glanced at Zhou Bingwen, who was sleeping opposite her.

My brother-in-law snores like a tractor.

She was somewhat disgusted, so she took out a thin needle from her needle pouch and gently pricked it into his acupoint.

It's quiet now.

My brother-in-law turned over and slept even more soundly.

The old fox should definitely not snore, or she'll find it annoying.

She channeled some of her demonic power into her ears, trying to catch the extremely low whispers coming from the other end of the corridor.

It was very light, and was mostly drowned out by the rumble of the wheels rolling over the rails.

If she hadn't used her demonic power, she wouldn't have been able to hear clearly.

"That top-quality one... hey, one is worth a hundred... if we get it overseas... then the number... hey..."

They really are human traffickers.

Is it her or Song Qingqing who's being targeted?

She wasn't afraid of them; the three of them combined weren't enough to give her a few needle pricks.

Just then, Song Qingqing came over.

"Mianmian, aren't you asleep?"

Su Xingmian looked up and gave a soft, gentle smile.

"I can't sleep, the train is shaking too much."

Song Qingqing sat down beside him, her tone extremely natural.

"Me too, I couldn't sleep no matter how much I tossed and turned, so I came over to talk to you."

"By the way, Mianmian."

Song Qingqing lowered her voice, her tone revealing excitement.

"I just asked the train conductor, and we'll be arriving at Dinghe Station in less than half an hour."

"This stop is the last major supply depot before heading to Helan Mountain."

"After this station, it's all just barren Gobi desert, and there's not even a place to sell steamed buns."

"You don't know, do you? There's an old lady outside Dinghe Station who makes brown sugar cakes."

Song Qingqing's voice became increasingly vivid.

"When the cake is baked, it has a crispy outer crust and is filled with brown sugar and sesame filling. When you bite into it, the sugar filling can be stretched into long strands."

"I bought six when I passed by last time, and I still couldn't get enough after eating them all. I still can't forget the taste."

Su Xingmian listened with an interested expression.

"I've been on the train for so long, I'm so bored."

"How about we go down for a walk together sometime? I'll take you shopping, as an apology from your older sister, and treat you to something."

After Song Qingqing finished speaking, she glanced unintentionally at the corridor.

The direction of that glance was towards the three men whose hat brims were pulled very low.

Her hand, which was scooping up the canned food, paused for a moment.

Song Qingqing knew those three people were human traffickers. Did the system tell her that?

Su Xingmian waited for a while but did not hear the system speak.

Song Qingqing happened to come at this time to invite her to get off the bus alone.

Was this all planned in advance, intending to use someone else to do the dirty work, so that she would be kidnapped by human traffickers?

I have to say this plan is a bit toxic.

Su Xingmian smiled sweetly at Song Qingqing.

"Sister Song, it smells so good! It makes my mouth water."

Song Qingqing's smile deepened by three points.

"However," Su Xingmian pinched her stomach, "I just ate canned food, and my stomach is so full."

"We still have a long way to go before we get off, how about we talk about it later?"

At this moment, Zhou Bingwen rubbed his eyes and woke up.

"Why are you here again? What are you talking about?"

Song Qingqing almost lost her composure; she had come to meet Su Xingmian while Zhou Bingwen was asleep.

"Mianmian, I'll come and call you then."

She stood up, nodded to Zhou Bingwen, and turned to leave.

Su Xingmian stared at her back.

This woman's acting was better than she had imagined.

If it weren't for that strange thing called the system exposing her, she might not have been able to see through her in such a short time.

Zhou Bingwen was still asking Song Qingqing what she was doing there, but Su Xingmian just smiled and said it was nothing.

She stood up.

"Bingwen, I need to go to the restroom."

Zhou Bingwen sprang up from his berth. "I'll go with you."

"Need not."

Su Xingmian wrinkled her nose.

"It's so embarrassing for a boy like you to go to the toilet with me."

"Then, then hurry back!"

"Um!"

Su Xingmian responded and walked towards the restroom.

The aisles of the green train are very narrow; two people walking towards each other have to turn sideways.

Su Xingmian glanced at the three people out of the corner of her eye.

One was eating sunflower seeds, one was flipping through a newspaper, and one was tying his shoelaces.

The tallest one looked up at her.

The greed in those eyes was so thick it almost overflowed.

My grandmother accumulated a lifetime of good deeds, which led to the opportunity to enlighten her.

My grandmother once earnestly instructed me that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was forbidden to become a spirit, but doing good deeds and accumulating virtue was permissible.

For every good deed done, Heaven will record a merit. As the merit accumulates, the demon's power will grow on its own, a hundred times faster than absorbing precious flowers and trees.

These human trafficking gangs usually don't just target one person; they definitely have other abducted girls in their hands.

Rescuing abducted girls.

Does this count as doing good deeds and accumulating merit?

Does this count as good deeds?

The dark green in Su Xingmian's eyes surged.

She was envious.

After absorbing the top-quality clivia from Zhou's father, his demonic power did indeed increase significantly.

But it's still far from what she wants.

Merit cultivation is faster and more stable than absorbing flowers, and you don't have to feel guilty about it.

The problem is, how can we do it without exposing ourselves?

She couldn't go on a killing spree on the train.

She also couldn't let any human discover that she was a spirit.

How can we save it?

Su Xingmian did not stop and continued walking towards the restroom.

Behind me, someone stood up.

Su Xingmian's mind raced.

Is this a preemptive strike against her?

A mere sleeping potion won't work on her!

How will she then weakly rely on the people for rescue?

She turned past the iron gate connecting the carriages, and the noisy sound of wheels rushed in.

The toilet is just three steps away.

The footsteps behind them grew closer.

Then, a figure cut across from the side.

Tall and broad, like a wall.

The figure stood perfectly between her and the pursuer behind her.

Su Xingmian's back pressed against the cold metal wall of the car next to the toilet.

She was cornered.

The man in front of me was wearing a faded old military uniform and glasses.

The pursuer behind him paused.

He hesitated for less than two seconds, then turned back.

Su Xingmian sensed the danger had dissipated and instinctively tried to push the person in front of her away.

The moment he raised his hand, the person moved closer.

He bent down, his breath brushing against her forehead.

Then, she spoke in a voice as gentle as a lover's whisper.

"I heard you're afraid I'll leave you?"

Low-pitched, gentle, and deliberate.

It brushed past her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

She recognized that voice from the phone.

Su Xingmian put away the spikes and looked up to stare at that face.

It looks a little different from the photo.

The basic features of the face are correct.

However, the makeup was altered, and the glasses were also a prop.

They have completely lost the bearing of soldiers.

Su Xingmian reached out her hand, pressed her fingertips against his cheek, and rubbed it hard.

"Are you the second brother?"

Zhou Bingheng did not expect that her first reaction would not be fear or shyness, but rather to directly inspect the goods.

That hand was cool and had an indescribable herbal scent; it was so soft it didn't seem to have bones.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Look down into her eyes.

The green train had just emerged from a short tunnel, and the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

A spot of light brushed past her pupils.

He saw it clearly.

The pupils were not pure black.

Deep within, a dense, impenetrable dark green surged, so intense that light could not escape once it entered, leaving only a faint halo on the surface.

It wasn't any of the colors he had ever seen before.

Zhou Bingheng felt his heart suddenly race, racing uncontrollably.

As if afraid that the owner of those eyes would notice, he took half a step back, creating some distance.

"Yes, I am your fiancé, Zhou Bingheng."

His voice was still gentle, but he spoke a beat faster than before.

Su Xingmian met his eyes behind his glasses.

His aura was clean and crisp, like frost and snow, yet he was also very hot, much hotter than she was.

She liked it very much, and it made her instinctively want to get closer.

She touched her ears.

It's hot.

Her body temperature has always been low, and she has never experienced her ears getting hot.

strangeness.

"Isn't my second brother in the Helan Mountains?"

She tilted her head.

"How did you end up on the train?"

"Mianmian, listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

His tone changed.

"There are extremely dangerous people on the bus."

"Don't ask who it is; it's not your place to know."

"From now on, you are not allowed to leave Lao San's side even for a moment, and you are not allowed to act alone."

"Don't talk to strangers, and don't get off the bus."

"Did you understand?"

The tone was gentle, almost like coaxing someone.

But there was no room for negotiation.

He didn't wait for her answer, took one last look at her, and turned to walk to the other end of the carriage.

Su Xingmian stood there, staring at the rapidly disappearing figure.

As the train rounded a bend, the carriage swayed violently, and she braced herself against the metal wall with one hand.

He's on this train.

A political commissar of a regiment personally kept an eye on those three human traffickers.

There was at least one companion by his side.

His actions needed to be concealed, so he couldn't reveal his identity or stay for long.

Those three human traffickers were not just ordinary human traffickers.

This must be a major case.

Zhou Bingheng's goal was probably not to arrest these three people on the train.

We should follow them, trace the clues, and find their hideout.

Find all the abducted girls.

This perfectly aligns with her goal.

Su Xingmian licked the corner of her mouth, and the dark green in her eyes surged for a moment.

She has an old fox to back her up.

We must get involved.

"Second sister-in-law! Why are you so slow!"

Zhou Bingwen's anxious voice came from the other end of the carriage.

Su Xingmian suppressed the strange look in her eyes, reverted to being the delicate and obedient girl, and ran over in small steps.

"Bingwen, that brown sugar cake that Song Qingqing mentioned... is it really that delicious?"