"East cruel West barbaric South thieving North treacherous"

  Pomegranate skirt below death, even as a ghost is romantic... You ask me why I'm crying now? The reason is simple, I'm just a girl, even if I died under the pomegranate skirt of a great beauty, I would still cry to death.

  Is it an earthquake? I feel my body shaking up and down with the ground. Ah! The bed is so hard today, could it be that someone is pounding on the floor? What's that smell? It's so nauseating. Huh?! Why can't I stretch out my curled-up body?

  Won't be back in his mother's womb, right? No, there's no amniotic fluid around.

  ？？？

  As consciousness gradually cleared, I found myself in a narrow, dark and foul-smelling place that shook.

  What's this smell? Gasoline!

  Ah! My neck hurts so much. With a swift and ruthless slash of her knife, the beautiful woman's blade landed on my cervical vertebrae, and I elegantly fainted away.

  Everything became clear, I'm probably in the trunk of a car now. The beautiful woman is really ruthless, and she even threw me into this dirty trunk. What makes me most angry is that her driving skills are so bad, since I woke up, my head has hit the package 16 times already.

  I didn't dare make a sound, after all, in front of Fu Yao and Zhou Meng and her bunch of followers, the woman who could brutally abduct me, brutally tie me up, and then brutally throw me into the trunk before driving away, was definitely not simple. For now, I can only watch and wait, prioritizing my safety above all else, who knows what she wants to do with me?

  In a lonely and dark environment, people's sense of time becomes duller, the relative length of time stretches infinitely, I feel like I've been stuck in the trunk for several centuries, but outside it may have only passed an hour, or even half an hour.

  During this time, Ah Q carefully counted that he had bumped his head sixty-six times, dizzied twenty-four times and fainted eight times.

  The car finally came to a stop. Some faint sounds could be heard, and the beautiful woman seemed to be talking to someone about something. Then there was a chaotic sound of footsteps, from far to near.

  I pretended to faint, my acting skills were so superb that when those black-suited, sunglasses-wearing men carried me into the house and threw me on the ground, they didn't suspect a thing - I was just pretending to be unconscious.

  Is my family really so poor? Doesn't the sunglasses guy have any tender loving care? The sunglasses guy actually threw me to the ground, granite ground, almost one meter high, was it thrown or did my head and shoulders hit first? Too ruthless.

  I was knocked out cold, and when I came to again, I was certain they had hit me on the head once more. I vowed to heaven that I would not rest until I had avenged myself - I am no ordinary woman.

  The room was dimly lit and cluttered with junk, except for the spot where I lay, which was miraculously clear of debris. Whoever had tossed me there must have had a good eye for precision.

  I tried moving my hands and feet, but my body was tied very tightly, with my hands bound behind my back. Without any tools, there's basically no hope of freeing myself.

  After resting on the ground for a while, I only felt pain all over my body, probably because I bumped into many places, especially my head. Hopefully it won't swell up like a pig's head now?

  This bound posture, wanting to stand up is still relatively simple, I borrowed the force of a nearby box, slowly stood up. With the classic silkworm-like zombie step, lightly jumping forward, dare not make too much noise.

  As I walked to the door, although it was less than three meters away, in order to avoid obstacles and reduce noise, I walked with great caution, and sweat had already dripped from my forehead.

  Originally wanted to lie on the door, relying on the wooden door, the gap between the wooden boards and the wooden boards to take a look at the outside situation.

  A series of footsteps came from afar and drew near. Gradually, I felt my heart beating faster, and cold sweat seeped out of my palms and forehead.

  At this time, I must remain calm, forcing myself to take deep breaths...

  The door opened, stirring up some dust. The door was the kind that opens outward, I blocked it with my hand and hid on the other side of the door frame. As soon as the door opened, I rushed out violently, heavily bumping into that person's body, pressing down on him, and we both fell to the ground together.

  He was a slender middle-aged man whose head had struck the wall corner with a loud thud and fainted. It turned out he came to deliver food for me.

  A carp jumps out of the water and rolls over on its side.

  Just now, a move killed the iron-headed Kung Fu, the power was too swift and violent, and the rice bowl was smashed. I successfully cut open the rope. Without caring about the pain, I took out the copper mirror from my pocket and gave this food delivery man two more hits to ensure he wouldn't wake up too early.

  The place I was in seemed to be a small storage room at the corner of the stairs. Holding the dagger I had taken from the delivery guy, I abandoned my footsteps and leaned against the staircase for cover, slowly making my way outwards. With each step, my heart skipped a beat. Luckily, it was just good fortune that there were at least two big guys in this house who had thrown me down earlier. It's fortunate that after the beautiful woman tied me up, she left in her car. Otherwise, with my skills, I wouldn't have been a match for her. (Xiao Tai: Hey, hey, what skills do you have?)

  Looking through the gap of the handrail along the stairs, there was no one in the living room and dining room outside. This is an old-fashioned all-wooden structure small building. The electronic clock in the living room showed 4:14.

  I suppose all the big shots have gone upstairs; otherwise, there would be some reaction to the commotion just now.

  Crouching beside the armrest for half a minute, making sure no one was around, Ahn Jia tiptoed out, first with a quick slide to hide behind the sofa.

  Everything went smoothly, I touched the door handle, and with just a slight turn, I could leave this place.

  The door lock opened with a slight force on the fingers and palm.

  The red alarm lights in all four corners of the living room suddenly lit up, casting an eerie red glow over the entire room, accompanied by a piercing siren.

  The only way to escape was to rush out of the house immediately, and there was a glimmer of hope. However, when the doorknob turned to a certain angle, it stopped, and the door remained tightly closed, showing no signs of being opened.

  All the fluorescent lights in the house were on, and the alarm had stopped ringing.

  Those several big men reacted quickly, wearing uniform Y's pajama vest, Snoopy's shorts, and slippers, standing on the stairs, didn't have time to change into that outfit, but didn't forget to wear their glasses.

  Ladies and gentlemen, imagine this: on the stairs, four burly men, wearing professional special agent sunglasses, y-vests, pyjama pants, and slippers, looking at you with a stern and murderous gaze, telling you that you're dead for sure...

  This is the psychological limit of a naked reading postgraduate entrance examination. I have to feel extremely fearful and hold back my laughter, is it easy?

  With both hands gripping the dagger, I thought to myself: today either I die or they live...

  The four big men looked at me and surprisingly I didn't yield under their mighty power, they were obviously angry.

  The leader of the big men took a step back, and a burst of murderous aura suddenly spread out, filling the entire room. The bodies of the two or three big men also began to move, and their murderous aura was revealed...

  "We are Dongwu."

  "Western Barbarians."

  "Southern bandit."

  "Traitor to the North."

  While speaking, they simultaneously made the classic four-person gesture from the classic movie "Tang Bohu Dian Qiuxiang".

  "My family:"..."