"Thank you all for your help. Justice will prevail. I believe there are still more good people in the world. Since she has run away, let's all go home."

After saying that, Yan Xia left with a smile and Xiao Ji.

From beginning to end.

She never blushed.

She not only defeated Wang Lihua, but also made the onlookers think she was a great philanthropist.

He praised her repeatedly.

"Zhao'er, don't cry. From now on, just pretend you don't have a mother. Live well at your great-aunt's house. Once the school is built and classes start next year, your great-aunt will send you there to study!"

Halfway there.

Yan Xia saw that Zhao'er was still crying.

He then comforted her.

"Yes, Grandmother, I won't cry anymore, Zhao'er won't cry."

Zhao'er instinctively tried to wipe her tears with her sleeve, but then she remembered that the clothes she was wearing were newly bought and she couldn't bear to part with them. So she shook her head, trying to shake off the tears on her face.

They're incredibly cute.

Yan Xia's heart softened.

She gently pinched Zhao'er's little face, even though it wasn't very chubby.

It doesn't have the chubby cheeks of a dumpling, and it doesn't feel as good to the touch.

It's not bad either.

After the three entered the gate of the Yan residence.

Our gaze fell upon the outside of the Shuxian County government office.

He Shanhu and his son were bowing and scraping to the officials at the door.

"Please, let me see my grandson. Here's some money for you to have a drink, sir."

The He family had been in business for generations, so how could He Shanhu not understand these social customs? After leaving home, he went back and asked Wan for six taels of silver.

At first, only two ounces were slipped to the officials.

They remained unmoved by the officials.

He Shanhu could only grit his teeth and give him another two ounces.

Only then was he able to see his grandson.

The two entered the county government office and, led by the officials, headed towards the dungeon.

"You two can go down by yourselves. Just go in and turn left, and you'll see it. I'll be waiting for you here. Remember, you only have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, so hurry up and don't dawdle!"

The officers stopped at the entrance to the dungeon.

None of the government dungeons had windows, let alone ventilation; the smell was indescribable, and officials really didn't want to go in and smell the stench unless absolutely necessary.

He urged the He family father and son on.

They didn't forget to make a threat.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go in right away and make sure I come out immediately."

He Shanhu hunched over, fawning like a rootless eunuch.

After saying that, the two went down the stairs.

They entered the dungeon.

The further you go into the dungeon, the darker it gets.

Although candles were lit on both sides, the light was dim.

And there was no movement whatsoever, as if there was not a breath of wind.

Following the instructions of the officials, the He family father and son slowly walked forward.

"Chirp chirp chirp—"

"ah--"

Suddenly, a hoarse roar startled He Shanhu so much that he almost knelt on the ground.

He turned around, trembling.

"You brat, what are you yelling about? You scared the hell out of me!"

It turned out that the roar came from his son, He Wanjiang.

"Dad, there's a mouse! It crawled over my shoe, and it was huge!"

He Wanjiang had never suffered like this before. Since he could remember, his family had never lacked money. Now he was in a dungeon, smelling mold, with dim vision, and on top of that, he encountered a rat.

He was so scared he almost lost his mind, and his heart was pounding with fear.

He Wanjiang pointed to the ground and cried out, wishing he could jump onto his father's back.

"A mouse has scared you like this? There are snakes, let alone mice, in the dungeon! Shut up and stop wasting time. Seeing Chu Wei is the most important thing."

He Shanhu's mind is full of grandsons.

Looking at his timid son, he was furious.

He slapped He Wanjiang hard across the face.

It wasn't a slap in the face.

It's just a matter of carrying it on your back.

"I know, Dad. I just didn't realize it yet."

He Wanjiang also realized that his reaction was too intense. He awkwardly touched his nose and walked forward side by side with his father.

On either side of the two men were small, dark cells separated by bars. They could not see anything inside, and the sounds of their walking and talking were particularly loud in the dim dungeon.

"Ugh—"

"Help me, help me—"

"I'm innocent, save me—"

"Hehe—"

Suddenly, several prisoners rushed to the fence and started shouting.

It seems that apart from government officials, few people come here.

Their hands gripped the wooden fence tightly, their arms outstretched with all their might, trying to grab the He family father and son. Their fingernails were exceptionally long, like those of zombies.

Pale faces stretched forward with their arms, hoping to squeeze through the prison gate, but they overlooked the gaps in the bars. Even with their faces squeezed out of shape, they could not get through.

Even more deranged prisoners would stick out their tongues forcefully.

It's as if you can greedily inhale the fresh air from outside through your tongue.

But it was all in vain.

These prisoners, like zombies in the apocalypse, stared intently at the He family father and son with the eyes of predators, each one tortured beyond recognition.

Some of their eyeballs were even blown out.

"Quick, move to the left."

He Shanhu was so frightened that his hands were trembling.

What's the difference between this and breaking into a haunted house at night?

He Shanhu grabbed his son and ran to the left with all his might.

About ten steps.

We finally arrived at the center of the dungeon.

The view suddenly opened up.

It resembles a large, round room.

A candle was lit every two meters, making the place brightly lit.

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