The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

Someone simply lifted her off the mule cart and carried her down to the ground.

The steps are made of wood, and they make a dull thud when you step on them.

She counted in her mind: eleven levels.

Thump, thump, thump, three times.

Su Xingmian and two other girls were thrown to the ground.

She pretended to be woken up by a fall, and then, still groggy, scanned the entire space.

The cellar was larger than I had imagined.

The walls, which are made of rammed earth, are 30 square meters or more, and a layer of white alkali seeps out from the corners.

A kerosene lamp hung on the crossbeam, with only one lit, dividing the entire cellar into two halves of light and shadow.

Six girls were lying haphazardly against the wall.

Including them, there are nine.

The oldest is no more than twenty years old.

The smallest one was curled up in the corner, with a red string wrapped around its finger. The string had faded to pink, and a thin, almost broken line had appeared in the middle.

She twisted it, again and again, without stopping.

Su Xingmian's gaze lingered on the rope for a second before shifting away.

There was a girl in the corner who was in a very bad state, even worse than the one in the car.

His face was ashen, his lips were cracked and oozing dark red blood, his clothes were torn at the waist and there was a dark bruise underneath.

She lay face down, her chest rising and falling slowly, pausing for two seconds between each breath.

Su Xingmian suspected that if she didn't save her soon, she would die in the next second.

Can't wait.

The most energetic person in the cellar was a girl with short hair, who shook her head at Su Xingmian.

It means, don't move, don't make a sound.

Su Xingmian gave a tiny nod, feigning alarm, and shrank into a corner, curling up her body.

A guard came in, filled a ladle with water, and then turned and left.

After everyone left, the short-haired girl moved closer to the wall, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

"Don't move, don't cry, they'll beat you if you cry."

Su Xingmian nodded.

"Use water only once a day, and use it sparingly. The first day is the most dangerous for the newcomers; they have to fetch it."

She paused and glanced at the kerosene lamp.

"My name is Liu Xiaomai, from Gansu Province, and I've been here for seven days."

Seven days.

"Thank you."

Liu Xiaomai was taken aback, as if she hadn't expected anyone to say thank you.

Once the guards' footsteps had completely disappeared from the ground, Su Xingmian didn't hesitate and went straight to the heaviest girl.

The one that was transported from the same vehicle wasn't much better off; he was still breathing, but he remained unconscious.

She took two silver needles from her needle pouch, moving more slowly and gently than she had at the Zhou family's house.

First, place one needle at the Laogong acupoint, then follow the meridian downwards with the other.

Several girls nearby initially shrank back, but when they saw someone rescuing people, they slowly gathered around, using their bodies to block the light from the kerosene lamp and protect the area.

They didn't say anything, they just stood around.

Su Xingmian quickly inserted the needles, bringing life to the plants.

After about half an hour, the girl's lips changed from grayish-white to light pink, and her chest finally calmed down.

Su Xingmian finished her acupuncture and began treating the next girl.

A moment later, both girls opened their eyes.

The girl who came in the same car had tears in her eyes. She was about to open her mouth, but Su Xingmian shook her head and made her hold back. She then snuggled up to Su Xingmian with a touch of affection.

When the girl who had been severely injured woke up, she rolled her eyes and nodded to Su Xingmian as a sign of gratitude.

Liu Xiaomai stared at Su Xingmian's hand from beginning to end without saying a word.

Once all the silver needles were retracted, she leaned forward and mouthed the words.

"Are you a doctor?"

"I learned it from my grandma."

Su Xingmian didn't want to say much, nor did she have time to comfort the frightened girls.

She felt something enter her body.

It felt like nectar seeping into my fingertips, slightly cool and with a hint of sweetness.

Then it sank deep into her root system, becoming something more solid, pressing down into a denser place.

When I absorbed that top-quality clivia, the feeling was overwhelming and somewhat domineering.

This time it's different; it's rich, lingering, and deeply soothing, a comfort that penetrates to the soul.

Merit, truly merit.

All the demonic power that had been expended returned, and even a little more—not much, but more substantial.

If we can save more people, or even get them out of danger completely, wouldn't we gain even more?

The buds of the night-blooming cereus quickly closed and then bloomed again in my heart.

She suppressed her excitement and told herself not to rush and to take it slow.

Just then, the cellar door was pushed open.

Su Xingmian immediately shrank back into the corner, lowered her eyelids, and imitated the girls around her, putting away all her expressions and replacing them with emptiness.

A middle-aged man entered, lean and wiry, carrying a lamp with a newly oiled lamp.

Two thugs followed behind him, standing motionless at the door.

The kerosene lamp swept from left to right and stopped on Su Xingmian's face.

He paused for two seconds, then turned to the person behind him and spoke.

"No wonder the fourth brother made a special trip along the train line; this stuff is definitely worth the price."

He walked towards Su Xingmian and reached out to pinch her chin.

Su Xingmian shrank back, turned her face away, and made sure she looked timid.

In fact, his sleeve had already brushed against the back of his hand.

Silently, a tiny, invisible spike pierced the deepest line in the mouth of his hand.

Twenty-four hours later, the hand will begin to fester.

After inspecting several new girls, the middle-aged man walked out, leaving behind a parting remark.

"The boss is coming to inspect the goods tomorrow. Make sure all the newcomers are tidy up and don't embarrass themselves by coming all dirty."

"Okay."

He walked out, reached the door, started climbing the steps, and spoke to the person behind him.

A soft laugh.

"...The one on Ai Qiang's line wasn't bad either, but he had two that were under a lot of pressure, and when he left there were pursuers, so he... abandoned that one, what a pity..."

"The master said this is called a tactical sacrifice."

The sound completely disappeared.

Song Qingqing escaped, just as she had expected.

The last sentence.

Mr.

She wrote the word down.

The night was deeper.

People in the cellar gradually fell asleep, some sobbing in their dreams, their voices muffled, as if something was stuck in their throats, only a few intermittent sounds escaping.

The youngest girl, who was holding the red string tightly in her hand, was already asleep.

Su Xingmian leaned against the wall, spreading her senses outwards along the soil.

The basement level is above an abandoned sheep pen with rotten wooden beams and the smell of hay still lingering in the soil.

Three hundred meters to the east, several human presences could be seen moving around at irregular intervals; these were the outer sentries.

A dirt road on the west side, with two ruts, is the main way in and out.

The entire structure of the cellar became a two-dimensional plan in her perception.

She had already marked her way here.

The old fox is so clever, he'll definitely recognize it.

Above the big boss is a man, and this case is deeper than she originally thought; there are probably more abducted girls in his lair.

She both looked forward to his arrival and wondered if she could take this opportunity to accumulate more merits that she hadn't yet gained.

Liu Xiaomai was already asleep, lying on her side, breathing steadily.

The girl who clung to her was still awake, looking this way through the darkness.

Su Xingmian whispered, "Close your eyes and sleep. You'll still have energy tomorrow."

The girl didn't say anything and turned her face away.

Su Xingmian leaned against the wall.

A wisp of black smoke rose from the kerosene lamp in the cellar.

Just as the wisp of smoke rose, a jeep without its lights on silently approached from the distant wasteland, following the direction of the vanished tire tracks on the dirt road.