You Su furrowed his sword-like eyebrows, feeling somewhat drained by this seemingly endless journey. He decided to lean against the stone wall and take a moment to rest.
"Ah!!"
Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the corridor, interrupting You Su's attempt to sip some water.
You Su's eyes snapped open, dark as ink, as he cautiously rose and approached the direction of the sound.
As the woman's cries grew louder, You Su moved even more stealthily. Finally, after navigating a pile of upright stones, he saw the source of the sound.
A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was clutching a girl's throat and lifting her high.
The beautiful girl was ashen-faced, partly due to her physical weakness and partly from sheer terror. Her eyes were bulging, staring imploringly at the grimacing Yui Zhen; the girl was none other than Xiaoyu.
