After spending a long time in the woods, there was only the cold wind, the bleak leaves on the ground, and not a single ghost.
"Is your soul coming back to protect me?"
Su Qingwan didn't understand before why some people believed in Buddhist gods.
She believes it now, because living people need a spiritual sustenance.
At this time, the gods created by humans came in handy.
"If you don't speak, I will treat you as if you are back. Since you helped me, I will forgive you for not coming out to see me."
Su Qingwan hid the needle, cut off a wolf leg with a stone, and walked south with it.
In fact, there is no need for a compass here at all. The coordinates of the snow-capped mountains in the distance are so obvious. As long as you carry the snow-capped mountains on your back, you can get out of the mountains.
When she was tired from walking, she sat down to eat the meat, took a bite and placed it on a clean stone.
"Yexun, this is for you."
She took a bite and said disgustedly: "It doesn't taste very good."
After eating, I continued on the road, talking to myself as I walked.
She walked alone in the mountains for three days before walking out of the mountains. She saw smoke curling up from the villages at the foot of the mountain, and the aroma of the villagers cooking was tangy.
Su Qingwan went down the mountain and knocked on the door of one of the villagers.
The door was opened, and it was an old woman in her sixties or seventies. Seeing her bloody and miserable look, she said something in the local dialect.
Su Qingwan couldn't understand.
The old man said something again, but she still didn't understand.
So, the old man said another way, "Hello."
In a foreign country, hearing your own mother tongue is extremely cordial.
Su Qingwan's eyes lit up and she instinctively replied with two words, "Hello."
The old woman smiled happily, pulled her in with her skinny hands, pointed at the potatoes and water on the table, and gestured for her to eat.
Su Qingwan was very hungry, so she politely thanked her, sat down and started to devour it.
Pretending not to notice, the old man went out and locked the door.
Just after I had eaten and drank a few mouthfuls of water, the door was opened by someone from the outside, and seven or eight men rushed in.
Ten minutes later, Su Qingwan was tied up by Wuhuada and sat on the back of a motorcycle to go to the city.
Then it was sold to a general by the locals for 300,000 yuan.
She was locked in a small room next to the guard. There was no bed, but a piece of cloth was spread on the floor and she slept on it.
The small room had no windows, and the only thing that let in light and air was the open door.
Yes, the door was open and they weren't worried about her escaping because there was no escape.
Su Qingwan slept all day on the first day she came.
The next day, several Chinese bosses came to see her. Because she was uncooperative and the price could not be negotiated, the sale failed.
The winter in northern Myanmar is more than ten degrees Celsius, which is not very cold.
But Su Qingwan's room was at the entrance of the villa, and the cold wind blew into the door, so cold that she could only wear a sleeping blanket.
A banquet was held in the villa today. The whole villa was brightly lit, and many dignitaries came in the evening.
Luxury cars come one after another.
Su Qingwan was wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the threshold, watching the luxury cars coming and going in front of her eyes.
In the evening, it rained heavily in northern Myanmar. The door was a little low and was flooded within half an hour.
A stretched Lincoln came in from the door, and the security guards all ran to the door to greet it, bowing in unison, "Welcome home, Miss."
The extended Lincoln drove very quickly, running over the water at the door and splashing all over Su Qingwan. She instantly became a drowned rat.
The car parked arrogantly in front of the steps at the entrance of the villa, and the bodyguards waited for a long time holding umbrellas.
A man in a neat suit got out of the back seat.
The man has an oriental face, a delicate face, and elegant hair and clothes. He seems to be carefully groomed.
And he was none other than Su Qingwan's target, Zhao Yao.
Su Qingwan's goal was indeed Zhao Yao. The reason why she had been wreaking havoc all day and made those bosses look down on her was that those bosses were too low-level and could not meet Zhao Yao.
She was still in the process of screening, but she didn't expect Zhao Yao to come to her door.
Zhao Yao held up his fan, looked back and helped Dan Yun out of the car like a gentleman.
Danyun wore a high-end dress, and the close-fitting dress showed off her plump figure to the fullest.
So sexy that any man would get a nosebleed if he saw her.
Zhao Yao tilted his umbrella toward Danyun like a gentleman, but his own shoulders got wet.
They walked up the steps, stood under the eaves, and handed umbrellas to the bodyguards.
When he was about to enter, Zhao Yao suddenly looked back and looked at Su Qingwan across the rain.
Su Qingwan was wrapped in a blanket, her hair wet, sitting on the threshold, shivering.
The moment her bright black eyes met Zhao Yao's, she immediately looked away and hurriedly wiped her wet face and hair with a dirty blanket.
Her beautiful face was pale and her body was trembling slightly, like a Persian cat in a garbage dump, too fragile to survive.
Danyun naturally saw Su Qingwan, and she lowered her eyes to hide the murderous look in her eyes.
"Brother Zhao, let's go, don't keep dad waiting too long."
Zhao Yao lowered his head and smiled, "Okay."
After entering the hall, Dan Yun made an excuse to leave and gave instructions to the people below.
"Get rid of the woman at the door immediately. When I leave the banquet, I hope she has disappeared from this world."
"Yes, Miss."
Su Qingwan returned to the house and sat in a corner to take shelter from the wind.
The wind at the door was too strong and I was soaked. I would definitely catch a cold if I blew the wind.
She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes to relax.
After a while, they heard footsteps outside, and they spoke a few words to the doorman in the local dialect.
Then several men with guns came into her room and said, "Woman, follow me."
Su Qingwan opened her eyes, "Where are you going?"
"Stop talking nonsense. If you are asked to come with me, just follow me."
The man stepped forward and grabbed her collar.
Like an eagle catching a chick, he took her out and threw her on the pig cart parked at the door.
"What are you doing? Let me go..."
Su Qingwan shouted, trying to attract the attention of Zhao Yao's bodyguard at the door.
As soon as those people stepped on the accelerator, the car flew away.
When you get to the outskirts, there are ready-made pits.
Su Qingwan's bodyguard was kicked in and the gun was aimed at her head.
The moment he was about to pull the trigger, a car sped over and said, "Stop."
It's a well-spoken Chinese dialect.
Su Qingwan looked back in the rain and saw that it was one of Zhao Yao's bodyguards, his name seemed to be Wang Tianliang.
Wang Tianliang walked up to several bodyguards, spoke a few words in local dialect, and gave each of them a few big bills.
The bodyguard happily took the money and left.
Su Qingwan climbed out of the pit, was thrown into a car, and was taken to a beautiful villa.
She was thrown into a luxurious room, and Wang Tianliang said to her: "The young master will come back at eleven o'clock. You have washed yourself, lie on the bed and wait. You are not allowed to wear clothes. You are not allowed to touch anything in the room. If you touch it, you will be responsible for the consequences." "
After Wang Tianliang finished the order, he closed the door.
Su Qingwan looked around and found that there were no cameras in this room, so she went to the bathroom.
I washed myself carefully three times, not daring to use a bath towel, so I just came out naked and lay on the big bed.
