Chapter 673 The Passing of Time 38

The Japanese lieutenant colonel picked up the note, which read: "Send the man out of the West Gate at 2 PM tomorrow. Do not follow him or try anything funny, or I will continue my killing spree!"

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Meanwhile, in the dungeon.

All the prisoners kept their mouths shut and even their breathing was reduced to almost inaudible levels. Today was the three-day deadline given by the ghost.

They didn't sleep well last night, they kept listening to the noises outside.

They heard that intense gunfire about twenty minutes ago.

Everyone's spirits plummeted. How much supernatural power would it take to escape death under such intense gunfire?

But soon the gunfire stopped, and after a while a Japanese soldier shouted, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

The footsteps felt like they were being pounded on their hearts, causing them both pain and panic. What had happened to the ghost?

Is he still alive?

The dungeon was eerily quiet. Everyone was in low spirits; no one spoke or discussed anything. Had their hopes simply vanished?

Just when everyone felt hopeless about leaving, a note fell from the sky: Don't worry, I'm still alive. I'll come pick you up at two o'clock tomorrow.

Wang Hanwu received the note and said excitedly, "I'm so glad you're alright. We were all so worried just now."

Ning Yan came to the dungeon after killing the people, not because she wanted them to worry, but also to let them know that they would definitely be able to get out tomorrow.

With He Rui's death as a precedent, no fool would dare to disregard the ghost's words!

Ning Yan stopped talking; it was time to go home for dinner.

Eat more, so you won't be too tired to run tomorrow!

Food reappeared out of nowhere, along with water and bowls. The gloom in the cell vanished, and the people picked up the big buns and took a big bite, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

The Japanese soldiers weren't unaware of the anomalies in the dungeon.

But they didn't dare come down to check anymore, and even when they were being served food, they hired Chinese people to deliver it and then quickly ran away.

After all, the guards of the faction had been killed by the ghosts, and they didn't want any more people to die.

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When Ning Yan returned home, she was carrying quite a few things. After killing the person, she went shopping.

Women just love to dress themselves up; beautiful clothes and jewelry are indispensable.

It was almost six o'clock, and the man still hadn't returned. Aunt Wang, who was holed up in the kitchen, only nodded when she saw her come back before getting busy again, clearly somewhat distracted.

Ning Yan knew what she was worried about, but didn't point it out. She put the clothes back in the room and then came downstairs to wait for dinner.

"Madam, dinner is ready."

"Hmm, did you make a phone call, sir?"

Aunt Wang shook her head: "No, but this afternoon I heard Mrs. Cai, who came back from playing cards next door, say that something seems to have happened at the headquarters. I don't know if Mr. is too busy to come home because of this."

Ning Yan thought to herself, "I guess he won't be coming back tonight."

He brought his entire security team to the headquarters today, and he was there too, but he was in charge of guarding the street outside the headquarters.

Luo Siyuan entered the headquarters and was so frightened by the sight of the dead that he froze even more stiffly than the dead themselves. He couldn't even run away; it was simply unbearable to look at.

These two are unlikely to have a good night.

Fortunately, he had already mentioned in his telegram to Lao Dai and his hometown that He Rui was unlikely to release the people immediately, and both sides should have been prepared. Tomorrow would be the main event.

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In a private house in Xu County.

Zhou Xiuhua and her husband were having dinner at that moment.

It was hot, so the two of them simply set up the table in the yard.

After more than two months, almost three months of quiet effort, the couple actually dug a very deep basement in their own home.

No matter how busy Ningxia Sheng is, he goes to the market to buy grain every day, and he even goes to different grain stores.

There are now two to three thousand kilograms of grain stored in the basement.

The couple felt more at ease sleeping at night.

The yard was all green as far as the eye could see, with so many green beans and eggplants that we couldn't possibly eat them all.

Are you going to look for odd jobs again tomorrow?

"Yeah, doing odd jobs is pretty good. You can work when you want and rest when you want, and it's not too tiring."

Even casual jobs are hard to find these days, let alone permanent employment.

Ningxia Sheng only knows how to make steamed buns and work in the fields. He doesn't have any special skills. He wanted to find work in restaurants, but they didn't want someone his age.

"The county magistrate is holding a birthday banquet for the old man in a couple of days, and he'll definitely need to hire people. I'll go in as a helper and at least get some food and drink." Hehe, the food and drink at the county magistrate's birthday banquet must be quite good.

He's truly living up to the saying, "With grain in hand, one has nothing to fear."

Normally, they would go to the street to wait for work, such as repairing courtyard walls, painting houses, moving things, etc. They would do whatever they were paid for. Sometimes, if they were lucky, they would get some tips from generous people, and some would even give them some food, such as sesame cakes and steamed buns. Life was easy, and they would use all the extra money to buy grain.

If there's a day when I don't get any work, I'm not worried, because I won't starve.

Influenced by him, Zhou Xiuhua, who had always been frugal, also changed her mindset, and the two of them lived a more relaxed life than they had in the town.

Today, Ningxia Sheng took on a job painting whitewash. He was not only provided with lunch, but also paid five small silver dollars. However, after finishing the job, he also cleaned up the house for the client, so he was paid a large silver dollar instead.

If you can have such good things happen two or three times a month, life will be pretty good, at least you'll feel happy.

Seven days ago, a heavy rain fell in Xu County. A young master's car got stuck in the mud. He was taking shelter from the rain by the roadside when he helped the man lift the car. The man rewarded him with a silver dollar.

Hehe, I feel like his luck has improved ever since his daughter woke up from her injury.

Good things always happen around me.

"Can I go? I can't do anything else, but I'm an expert at making longevity buns."

Ningxia Sheng picked up a pure cornmeal vegetable bun and took a bite. "You know what, it's actually pretty good. Even if you don't make longevity buns, you can still do odd jobs."

After all, we're not there for the wages; we just want to eat something nice.

After saying that, the couple chuckled together.

"Don't say that, it would be a waste if we didn't open a steamed bun shop. These vegetable steamed buns are really delicious."

"Of course it's delicious! How could pure cornmeal not be good? Try a mixed flour one."

Ning Xiasheng fell silent; he simply couldn't bring himself to try anything now.

After all, life is only about 36,000 days long, and he wants to enjoy this good life for as long as he can, so he won't make things difficult for himself.

“My daughter said in her last letter that she would come back to see us when she had time, but I don’t know when she will have time.”

“You weren’t willing when your daughter asked you to go to Beiping with her.”

Zhou Xiuhua harbored some resentment about this matter. She only had one daughter, wouldn't it be better if they could live together?