Only people from the human traffickers' army knew about Ningxia's imprisonment.
She even suspected that few people there would recognize her. After all, who would take note of a "cargo" trapped in a cage.
Later, their entire army was wiped out, and Ningxia watched them being dragged away one by one. Judging from their appearance... they probably can't get out.
Then this person, the guy in front of her who knows about her story, is either the remnant who escaped or the undercover agent who was rescued.
Although the other person looked different from the one she saw at that time, and his cultivation level was not that high, he could still disguise himself.
Ningxia prefers the latter to the unfriendly former. Although this also meant that she fell behind on Tanlanglu's side, at least she didn't have to hold her breath and fight.
To be honest, it always made her feel like she was committing a crime by setting fire to people like this. With so many people in this inn, Ningxia didn't want to use this trick unless forced.
"... I was lurking on the ship in disguise and saw you. Later, you disappeared before our people came to rescue you."
Of course, we ran away long ago. She burned the boat and lured the monster. She was still hiding in the small black box and watching the scene.
"After you disappeared, Prince Xu mistakenly thought that we were greedy and rescued me, but he gave me a good beating. In fact, I asked all my colleagues and they didn't send anyone to rescue the Holy Vein at all. They boarded the The only person who got on Prince Xu’s boat to save was me.”
Thinking of what happened that day, Jiang Hualang smiled bitterly. It was really thrilling at that time. If it were any later, Wang Zixu would have broken his Dantian, making him unable to practice from now on.
He was in a coma for a long time afterwards. When he woke up, he heard the news that the Holy Vein had disappeared without a trace. He really couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or sad.
The appearance of Ning Xia made him feel that he was closer to the truth of that night. After all, this girl was the only ordinary person who showed up that night, so she might know what happened that night.
Now Ningxia was completely sure that the other party was the unlucky undercover gentleman. What he said matched what Ningxia knew. At that time, she was not far away and watched everything.
At this point, Ningxia also knew why the other party came to the door. What does she have to do with being an escaped ordinary person? It must be for the sake of the Holy Vein that disappeared with her.
That night, those kids. Thinking of a terrible suspicion that has not been confirmed but has always been lingering in my heart.
Ning Xia's heart felt a little astringent. She licked her dry lips and said, "Then you can tell me that the girl who committed suicide today...is from the Holy Vein Clan?"
She vaguely knew that she was already standing on the edge of the cliff of the truth, and she was just one step away from breaking through the layer of paper.
That was a truth she didn't want to face. Although I had already noticed it at the time...
Jiang Hualang glanced at Ning Xia steadily, and said suicidal: "Yes." Until now, he seems to still be able to feel the burning sensation of that moment, the broken sword, the cold sword body, and... the girl's body before she died. Smile.
Really.
Ningxia was in a daze.
Although I had guessed it a long time ago, it was still very uncomfortable when it was confirmed.
So, that night, those more than a hundred children...did they all die?
Ningxia finally remembered why the sonorous sound of metal and stone he heard today felt inexplicably familiar.
It turned out that she had heard such a voice that night.
Louder than this, more tragic than this... embodying the despair and unwillingness of those children. It was a group of poor people who made their last screams and shouts on the verge of death.
Why is this happening...why is this happening? ! Is this why I would rather live in pieces than in pieces?
"You... know what?" Jiang Hualang said softly, looking at Ning Xia's gloomy expression quietly.
If it was just a guess before, now he was sure that this girl must know something.
What is the truth? Making her look so sad. The girl's strange questions led him to an unknown direction, a terrible truth that he didn't want to hear.
He vaguely felt that the truth might be crueler than imagined.
Ningxia's throat felt dry for a while, and she didn't know what to say.
"If you want to find them, then you are already too late, they have already left..."
He had already made assumptions in his mind, but after hearing Ning Xia's practical answer, his mind inevitably exploded, and the blood on his face drained away in an instant, turning pale.
He unconsciously took two steps back and muttered, as if he suddenly lost his voice. It took a long time to find my voice, but it was hoarse: "Dead? All of them?"
Ning Xia remained silent, put down the sword in her hand, and leaned against the couch tiredly. This is the default.
"How could they be so stupid? A bunch of idiots. The people who harmed them are still alive and well, yet they are willing to die like this. Why can't they wait any longer..." Jiang Hualang murmured.
Probably... I'm already disappointed.
Such a feeling flashed through Ningxia's heart. For no reason, there was such a voice in my heart.
This reminded her of the inexplicable tired emotion that occasionally came from the other side of her soul. This emotion is often mixed with all kinds of anger and hatred, and it remains rooted deep in the soul.
For some reason, Ningxia felt that it was disappointment, deep disappointment.
Disappointed in whom? She doesn't know either.
That's fine. After all, someone will remember you, even if it's just a stranger. Seeing the sadness in Jiang Hualang's eyes, Ning Xia felt that the world was not so cold and people were not so scary.
"Can you tell me what happened that day?"
"good."
…
There is nothing to hide about what happened that day. A premeditated resistance and escape plan along the way, nothing more.
Hidden in the little black box, hidden in the world, Ningxia said everything that could be said.
How were those holy veins treated, how did they escape, and how did they end up in a desperate situation... The dry words also made Jiang Hualang face the tragic situation of the Li family's holy veins.
How could they? ! How dare they? !
Disgusting. Prince Xu, Si Wuxing, the aristocratic families... the people behind the scenes are all so ugly and terrifying, their greedy faces are disgusting.
Before this, how many saints had suffered such humiliation? They were so desperate that they even threw away their hatred and went to die brazenly.
How many saints are there who are not even qualified to commit suicide?
Those things that are inferior to pigs and dogs. Beast!
I'm afraid they have forgotten it a long time ago. Who rescued their ancestors from danger and rebuilt them with kindness? And who built this city for them, allowing them to live and work here in peace and contentment for generations?
Have you forgotten everything? No, maybe I haven't forgotten, I just don't care.
There will be retribution. There will be retribution...maybe they have already suffered retribution.
There was a burst of thunder in the sky, which seemed to be echoing something.
