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As dawn approached, the sound of footsteps changing shifts could be heard overhead.

A guard stepped over the wooden cover, and bits of dirt fell down, hitting the iron frame of the kerosene lamp.

Su Xingmian is a spirit, and he doesn't feel tired even if he doesn't sleep all night.

Liu Xiaomai leaned against the opposite wall and slept for only a few hours before waking up.

The two people, separated by a few meters, exchanged a glance in the dim light.

The youngest girl next to her rolled over, and the red string slipped from her palm and hung on the ground.

She gasped softly in her dream, then drifted back to sleep.

The seriously injured girl who was given acupuncture by Su Xingmian last night to prolong her life is breathing much more steadily than yesterday.

However, the bruises on the abdomen have not yet disappeared, and the color has changed from dark purple to deep red, indicating that the blood and qi are flowing smoothly, but it still needs time.

Su Xingmian rubbed her wrist.

The consumption of demonic power was not too great, and the reward of merit replenished some of it. In addition, the dry air here was extremely friendly to the Queen of the Night, and she recovered faster than in the capital.

She was a little hungry, and she remembered the brown sugar pancake; the aroma of sesame seeds and the caramelized crust seemed to still linger in her teeth.

Footsteps echoed on the ground; it wasn't just one pair.

Su Xingmian put aside all distracting thoughts, retreated back to the corner, and lowered her eyes.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the light from the kerosene lamp swept down from above.

The lean, middle-aged man who had come last night walked in front, followed by two thugs, and then a tall, muscular man.

He was dressed like an ordinary farmer, but his eyes held a sinister glint.

This must be the "boss" the skinny man was talking about.

The eldest brother came down the steps, stood in the middle of the cellar, and scanned the area.

"This one's too thin. Feed it something; you can't offer a good price if it's too skinny."

He took two steps, then stopped.

"These eyes are no good, they're crossed. Take them at a discount."

He walked up to the seriously injured girl who had been rescued by Su Xingmian and kicked her.

"Who hit this? What if it's damaged?"

The lean man behind him quickly chimed in.

"The fourth brother went too far; I've already scolded him."

The leader ignored him and continued walking forward.

He stopped when he reached Su Xingmian.

Su Xingmian curled up in the corner, burying her head in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The eldest brother stared at her for a full five seconds.

"Put this aside."

"We don't use freight routes."

"Keep it for the gentleman."

The lean man paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously, like a pecking at rice.

"Understood, understood, I'll arrange it right away."

Su Xingmian buried her face even deeper.

Is she going to be given to that gentleman?

A deeper and more dangerous situation, but also an opportunity to get closer to this key figure.

Su Xingmian remained trembling, already planning a new route in her mind.

Just then.

A short whistle came from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden lid above was knocked twice.

Thump. Thump.

The boss's face changed.

He climbed the wooden ladder in two quick steps and disappeared at the top.

The cellar fell silent, with only the girls' labored breathing audible.

Half a minute later, the boss returned.

He walked three steps faster than when he went up, but there was no panic on his face.

"Militia, they came from the south."

He glanced at the lean man.

"Withdraw as planned."

The lean man immediately sprang into action, ordering two thugs to start moving things.

Su Xingmian lowered her eyes, her mind racing.

If the old fox has already led his troops over, it's impossible that it's just militia coming.

They might conduct reconnaissance first, using the guise of militia to probe the enemy.

Either it's bait laid by an old fox to force the other side to change their route and expose their position.

Regardless of the reason, it means he's not far from here.

An older thug squatted down next to several girls and spoke in a low voice to the lean man.

"Boss, these people have all seen our faces before."

He reached down to his waist.

"They cannot be kept."

The air in the cellar felt as if it had been gripped tightly.

Several conscious girls' pupils contracted sharply, and the youngest one clenched her red rope tightly, biting her lip until it bled.

Liu Xiaomai pressed her back against the wall, her teeth clenching so hard they were making a grinding sound.

Su Xingmian pressed her right index finger against the needle pouch to seal it.

The needle in the third compartment from the left is two and a half inches long; she could pull it out with her eyes closed.

If he were to reach just one more inch closer to his waist, she could make sure that hand would never be able to lift again.

She was preparing for the worst, figuring out how many people she could save without revealing herself.

"Snapped!"

He kicked it.

The thug rolled half a circle away, his back slamming against the rammed earth wall with a dull thud.

The eldest brother stood there, without bending over or raising his hand; he just stood there.

He crouched down and leaned close to the man's ear.

The voice was kept extremely low, but the echo in the cellar was excellent, and every word could be heard clearly.

"How many times has the sir said this?"

"You killed someone, what will those who chased after you get?"

"A bunch of dead bodies, no clues, they just keep chasing us."

"Keep these people here so they can come to the rescue and distract us; keep them tied up here."

"Only then will we have time to leave."

"How many times has this happened?"

He stood up and kicked the man again.

"So stupid."

In the corner, a girl buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling, afraid to make a sound, only convulsing.

Su Xingmian gently loosened the seal on the needle pouch.

She could tell.

When the eldest brother said these words, his tone was like he was reciting a memorized text, his tone was very formal and measured, as if he were reciting a memorized text.

This is not a principle he figured out on his own.

It was that teacher who taught me.

The man used the hostages as a rope to restrain the pursuers.

The more the pursuers tried to save him, the more they were held back, giving the gentleman more time to retreat at his leisure.

This is a scheme that no fool could come up with.

She felt even more wary of the man she was about to meet.

The leader turned around and glanced at the girls huddled against the wall.

"I'm sparing your lives so you'll learn your lesson."

"If I see anyone misbehaving again, it won't be as simple as just dying."

After saying that, he walked towards the door.

When he reached the bottom of the steps, he turned around.

That last glance fell on Su Xingmian.

Su Xingmian met that gaze, her face blank, no different from all the other girls around her who were stunned with fear.

The footsteps echoed up the wooden stairs, fading into the distance.

The wooden cover fell down, the latch was pushed up, and it made a dull thud.

The cellar darkened again.

Su Xingmian waited for thirty seconds to make sure her feet were above the ground before she moved.

She took a small medicine packet out of the needle pouch.

She made it by hand; it's good for strengthening the body and nourishing the vital energy, containing refined essence.

She clenched it in her hand and glanced at the girls in the cellar.

She was the only one who was taken away.

The remaining eight people were all expendable pawns used to divert attention.

Some of them are seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Even if they are in good condition, their health is not good.

These people are enough to keep the rear in a state of chaos for a while.

Su Xingmian had to admit that these people were decisive enough.

The old fox is already on his way. He won't be late.

But if someone can't hold on and doesn't make it to that point, then all that effort will have been wasted.

Su Xingmian turned sideways and approached Liu Xiaomai amidst the chaos.

"Take this medicine and give one to anyone who can't hold on any longer."

She spoke almost in a breathy voice.

"After being rescued, find the officer named Zhou Bingheng and tell him about your husband."

Liu Xiaomai clenched the pill, and with her other hand, she touched Su Xingmian's fingers in the darkness, very lightly, as if to say, "You must live too."

Su Xingmian didn't respond, but she remembered the feeling.

Just then, Su Xingmian clearly felt that he had accumulated more merit.

This time, the increase in demonic power was comparable to absorbing another top-grade clivia, but the demonic power was more solid.

If everyone can escape safely in the end, and the old fox takes down the whole gang.

Will her demonic power undergo a qualitative change since she took human form?

But that's a story for another time.

There is only one most important thing to do right now.

She was about to be brought before the gentleman.

The sounds of moving things came from outside, and footsteps grew louder overhead.

These people also planned to set fire before leaving.

Less than ten minutes later, the wooden cover was opened again.

The lean man got off the plane, followed by another person, and walked directly towards Su Xingmian.

"Walk."

When Su Xingmian was pulled up, she pretended to stumble.

She was pushed up the wooden ladder, step by step.

The light overhead expanded from a line into a plane, and the dry wind, carrying a salty smell, rushed in.

She stepped onto the last step and into the bright sunlight.

Behind him, all the girls in the cellar had red eyes, but dared not make a sound.