Jiang Yimian raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that this guy could dodge. As expected of a vanguard unit that had fought on the battlefield, he had a strong sense of crisis.
However, this guy wasn't her target.
Ignoring the flying dagger, she stepped forward and delivered an elbow strike to the short man and the others.
With a few soft "clicks," the short man and his companions all collapsed unconscious on the ground.
As for the man in the gray military uniform, Lu Cijian had already dislocated his jaw, tied his hands behind his back, and pressed him firmly against the wall.
He tried to struggle, but the hands that were holding him didn't give him any chance to struggle and twisted his hands off.
Instantly, he felt the pain in his arms spread to every part of his body. He wanted to scream, but because his jaw had been dislocated, he couldn't make a sound.
The thin, bony boy was somewhat bewildered, his eyes warily fixed on the two people who had suddenly appeared before him, his entire being filled with resistance and tension. "Who, who are you?"
Jiang Yimian glanced at him, took a few steps forward, and squatted down next to the little girl whose face was abnormally red. She reached out and took the girl's pulse.
The boy paused in his running, his wariness and worry instantly turning into joy. "You, you're a witch doctor? Please, save my sister! She, she's had a fever for days. If this continues, something terrible will happen to her."
After saying that, he was about to kneel down on the ground again.
Jiang Yimian stopped him, saying, "No need."
As she spoke, she covered herself with her sleeve, took out a small porcelain bottle from her spatial storage, poured out a pill, and fed it directly to the little girl on the ground.
Jiang Yimian looked at the boy and simply said, "You feed her water."
The boy then realized what was happening and quickly took the small, tattered, black water pouch from his waist and fed water to the little girl on the ground.
After he finished doing all this, he looked at Jiang Yimian and Lu Cijian not far away again, swallowed hard, and whispered a reminder: "Just now, those people made quite a commotion."
Although it might not attract everyone's attention, patrols will be coming soon, and you'll definitely be discovered if you don't leave quickly.
Although he didn't know what the two people's purpose was, they had helped him earlier and were now treating his sister. At least for now, it seemed that the two people were not bad people.
Jiang Yimian glanced at the young boy and was about to speak when the gray-clothed man who was being pinned against the wall by Lu Cijian began to struggle violently. However, because Lu Cijian was holding him firmly against the wall, his struggles were ineffective.
Seeing this, Jiang Yimian only looked at him, raised her eyebrows, and walked straight towards him.
He asked calmly, "How many exits does this underground passage have?"
The man in the black velvet jacket just stared at her, his mouth opening and closing with difficulty, but because his jaw had been dislocated, he couldn't make any effective sound.
Seeing this, Lu Cijian simply reached out to put his chin back in its original position.
The young boy standing nearby hurriedly said in a fright, "You can ask me anything you want to ask."
He won't tell you; he'll just attract the patrols.
Given the current situation, if the patrol teams were to arrive, they would certainly apprehend them quickly.
By then, even if his sister recovers from her cold, they will still have no way to survive.
Jiang Yimian looked at him and just smiled.
Lu Cijian did not hesitate at all. He reached out and a "crack" sound of bones grinding together was heard.
The man in the gray fleece jacket felt a sharp pain in his jaw again. His dislocated jaw was back in place, and he immediately wanted to scream to attract help.
However, before he could utter a sound, his chin was once again gripped tightly by the young man in front of him, rendering him unable to make a sound.
The young man stared at him with cold, indifferent eyes, as if he were looking at a dead object, devoid of any other emotion.
The man in the gray fleece jacket was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot. He glared at the two people in front of him, but he was helpless. In the end, he could only shut his mouth in frustration and did not try to make any more noise.
Jiang Yimian continued, "Now you know what to say, right?"
The man in the gray fleece jacket nodded hastily, a hint of fear in his eyes.
The two men in front of him were absolutely confident that they could take care of him before he could call for help.
Lu Cijian then released his hand from his chin.
The man in the gray fleece jacket stared at the two people in front of him for a while before saying, "I don't know exactly what the exits are either."
I am just a small leader, not the highest-ranking guardian below.
The man spoke cautiously, looking at the two people in front of him with a hint of fear.
Jiang Yimian narrowed her eyes. "Don't you want to have another chance to speak later?"
The man in the gray military uniform was quite frightened by these words. He swallowed hard before saying, "I... I really don't know. I only know two exits, one is inside the city lord's mansion, and the other is in the North Market inside the city."
My main responsibility was to supervise the Xia people who transported food or clothing; they would eventually stop in the tunnels of the North Market.
I... I really don't know of any other way out.
He was originally a soldier in the advance force. If it weren't for the disastrous defeat of Xiliang in the Weizhou incident, he wouldn't have ended up in this tunnel, living such a dark and hopeless life, and now he's being forced to do this.
He knew nothing about the tunnels, and having only been there for a few months, it was already quite an achievement that he knew of two exits.
People like those Xia people might not even know where to begin.
Since the Xia people were gradually devoured by the Western Liang, those who were capable of going to the battlefield were forced to join the Western Liang army, while the remaining Western Liang people were driven into the tunnels and lived in darkness year after year.
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