Inside the dungeon, a strong stench of blood permeated the air.

Mu Run's expression changed drastically as soon as he smelled it.

There was only one person in the dungeon, and the stench of blood was so strong, it could only be...

He called out urgently, "Xiao Wan—"

Mo Xiaowan lay in a pool of blood, with a bloodstained shard of broken porcelain lying on the ground. Both of her wrists were cut by the shard, showing her suicidal intent.

Hearing Mu Run's shout, she looked up.

Her eyes, which were initially filled with hatred, became flustered and helpless when she saw Fu Yunchen following behind Mu Run. She even tried her best to minimize her presence, not wanting Fu Yunchen to see her current appearance.

Fu Yunchen glanced at her calmly.

Mu Run strode over and used his internal force to try to break the chains on the prison door.

But they couldn't tear it open, and then their gaze fell on a bunch of keys hanging on the wall.

After taking the keys, I unlocked each lock one by one.

More than twenty keys were used, and it was only the last one that opened the door.

By this time, Mo Xiaowan's bleeding had almost stopped...

"Brother Chen," Mo Xiaowan called out weakly.

Mu Run looked at the lock in his hand, then at Mo Xiaowan's longing eyes and the blood on the ground, and sighed, "For Old Master Mo's sake, send her off on her final journey."

He took the lock and key to find Yang Yang.

Damn it, couldn't they have put a mark on the key?! Actually, even if they could open the lock right away, they still wouldn't be able to save Mo Xiaowan.

She had almost bled out of her body.

After Mu Run left, Fu Yunchen's eyes grew increasingly cold and devoid of any emotion as he said to Mo Xiaowan, "You did the most taboo thing."

“I know that Brother Chen can forgive and tolerate anything except betrayal! So, I won’t trouble them; I’ll end it myself.”

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Fu Yunchen asked.

Mo Xiaowan looked at him, "Brother Chen, can...can you hug me? I'm so cold..."

Inn lobby —

Upon hearing that there would be no charge for food and lodging, all the guests left. Some of them even wanted to leave their luggage behind, as they owed more than half a month's worth of hotel bills.

Seeing Yang Yang's extremely cheerful expression, Mu Run said, "Did you never really want to come to Xiangcheng?"

"Yes, it's so nice to be in the village. I wouldn't have come here if there were no other people."

"Thank you, Manager Yang. I'll stay here again next time I come to Xiangcheng," a guest said happily to Yang Yang.

"Okay, remember to come next time," Yang Yang greeted.

Fu Yunchen emerged from the dungeon, his originally black clothes now appearing darker.

He held a black wooden box in his hand and handed it to Yang Yang, saying, "When we get back to the mountain stronghold, remember to bury this next to Old Mo's grave."

Yang Yang seemed to have thought of something, took the hand, trembled slightly, and then put it into his sleeve pocket. "Yes, boss."

Mu Run looked at the black box with a strange expression.

Fu Yunchen said to Mu Run, "I'm going to change my clothes. Wait for me."

"Hmm." Mu Run watched him go upstairs.

After he entered the room, she immediately went to the dungeon.

There was a familiar smell in the dungeon; it was the smell of the poison that Fu Yunchen and Qiao Dongzi had used to dissolve the corpses of soldiers. But the dungeon where Mo Xiaowan was imprisoned was empty; not even the blood was visible!

...

Fu Yunchen told Yang Yang and the others to return by water. He took Mu Run and traveled by land in a carriage.

Mu Run leaned against the carriage door, sitting cross-legged on the brocade cushion, looking at Fu Yunchen driving the carriage, and suddenly felt like she was on her honeymoon.

"How are Huanhuan and Tuantuan doing with Long Qian?"