"Help... Help!" The old pervert was so scared that he fell to the ground. He was saved only when the hands that were pinching his neck loosened.

Yan Bao took off the bone string from his neck and placed it on the table beside him: [If you know what happened in the afterlife, just watch me. I have avenged you!]

[Damn you pervert!]

Yan Bao's face was gloomy, and he stared coldly at the old pervert who was breathing heavily.

The old pervert was frightened by Yan Bao's gloomy and fierce eyes and his heart tightened: "You...you don't come over!"

Is this still a poor and helpless child?

That look scared the old pervert!

Looking at the short and plump girl in front of him, he, an old man, was afraid of a little girl: "You little bitch, you don't want to drink the toast, so you have to drink the forfeit wine. I wanted to be gentle with you, but you are asking for death..."

As he said this, he was about to slap Yan Bao in the face.

Yan Bao was prepared, so she threw a handful of poison powder at him.

The old pervert who inhaled the poison powder frowned, felt his breathing tighten, and subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, but it was too late. He staggered back and fell to the ground, feeling his head buzzing.

"You...what did you do to me?" The old pervert looked horrified.

Yan Bao smiled mischievously and opened his mouth silently: Don't worry, I won't let you die for the time being.

[She would wait until the pirates arrived before taking action. She couldn't alert them now.]

Yan Bao squatted beside the embarrassed old pervert with a smile on his face, holding a knife, circled around his body, and finally stabbed it between his legs.

Old pervert: "Ah!"

When the neighbors heard about it, they stopped by to take a look, as they were used to it.

Every time I get a little girl, I can hear screams.

There is also the excited voice of the old pervert.

No one knows what tricks he is playing today. It is said that he became addicted to a perverted game in Yihongyuan some time ago. He likes to be beaten by the girls in Yihongyuan. The more miserable he is, the more excited he is.

I guess I'm not tired of it yet.

Some thought he was drunk.

This is what the old pervert does every time he gets drunk.

Yan Bao dealt with the old pervert, crippled his limbs, and cut off his tongue to prevent him from cursing and begging for help.

The old pervert wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch Yan Bao rummaging through the drawers and messing up his things. Finally, he found something useful and quietly left the room.

The old pervert wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he couldn't move at all because he was tied to the bed.

The door is locked.

Hearing someone passing by, the old pervert screamed excitedly.

The man frowned and said, "You are indeed a mute. You can only whine. What a pity. Uncle Dog bought you. I can't let you go. Just accept your fate!"

The old pervert was so anxious when he heard the footsteps leaving, and continued to make noises. People were afraid of him and didn't dare to interfere.

The old pervert could only watch the footsteps leave.

Yan Bao went out for a walk and found a charcoal pencil in the public kitchen. With the dim light, she drew a simple map to mark her location.

In order to make it easier for Brother Shen to see clearly, he also marked his location.

Marked with blood.

It wasn't her blood anyway.

She couldn't bear to bleed!

After finishing the painting, Yan Bao quietly found the place where she had hidden the pigeon, putting it with her old clothes. She found the pigeon, put the note in the bamboo tube, fed it some millet, and patted its head: "My dear, you must fly back home. Whether your brother can find this place depends on you."

The little pigeons were full and cooed a few times.

After Yan Bao let go, it flapped its wings and flew away towards Jingzhou City.

Seeing the little pigeon fly away safely, Yan Bao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quietly went back.

As soon as she returned, she saw a sneaky shadow. Yan Bao narrowed her eyes and was about to kill the person. Recognizing the back, she patted the young lady's shoulder.

The young lady was startled: "Why are you outside? They said you were brought here. Are you okay?"

Yan Bao shook his head, pushed her and told her to get out.

The young lady was glad to see that she was okay: "I heard that the person who took you away is not a good person. Be good and don't make him angry."

Yan Bao nodded: "Of course I know he's not a good person. If it weren't for me, you would be the one being abused. You wouldn't even see the sun tomorrow."

The young lady looked back at her every few steps, and ran back when others came.

Yan Bao was also tired. After she went back, she looked at the man who was struggling and falling off the bed, snorted coldly, and kicked him a few times. The old pervert was kicked so hard that he cried and begged in front of him.

I want Yan Bao to let him go.

Yan Bao sneered. When the little girls he had killed begged him for mercy, he showed no sign of mercy.

Yan Bao would not let this pervert go. To prevent him from causing trouble, he simply took out the cartilage powder, which would make people feel weak and exhausted after eating it.

Yan Bao couldn't let him ruin his plan.

The old pervert who took the cartilage powder is quiet this time.

Yan Bao asked someone to lie on the ground, and she climbed onto the bed and fell asleep.

He slept uneasily. After all, he was in the bandits' lair and Yan Bao couldn't sleep too deeply.

Hearing the noise outside, she jumped up and saw that the person on the ground was still alive. She put the person on the bed to prevent anyone from seeing her and suspecting her.

Yan Bao waited for a while, and only went out after making sure that there was no one outside.

She was hungry and went to find something to eat.

Who knew that after walking a few steps, Mrs. Song saw Yan Bao and couldn't believe it; "You are still alive?"

Yan Bao couldn't help but feel tears in her eyes when she saw Mrs. Song. She deliberately lifted her sleeves to let Mrs. Song and other onlookers see her superb disguise. There were scars all over her fair arms.

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