The tall horses formed a circle, creating a tight wall.
The oppressive, overlapping shadows fell upon her, making her as weak and powerless as a gazelle, awaiting only to be torn to pieces by the wolves.
"Tell us, where are those people from Ghost Ridge now?"
The nomadic barbarian general stepped forward, his cold gaze falling on Zheng Quchi.
Zheng Quchi had already given up on himself and planned to lie down and rest wherever he fell.
It wasn't until she heard a sentence in the Central Plains language spoken by this group of nomadic barbarians that she realized they also understood the language of Ye, so she propped herself up and sat up.
Since she can communicate with language instead of in a beastly way, perhaps she can still struggle a little longer.
"...How would I know?"
She glanced at her scraped hands and feet. Fortunately, because she was dressed warmly enough for winter, even after falling from a height, she only suffered some minor abrasions.
She curled up her legs, her joints were fine, and she moved her arms, her flexibility was not impaired.
Just as she was checking her body for any problems, the nomadic barbarian's patience for her reply was gradually running out.
Zheng Quchi quickly added, "I really don't know. I was arranged to burn beacon fires. I got separated from them a long time ago, so I don't know where they went. Please let me go. I know where they stored their grain. I can take you there."
She deliberately made herself appear very cowardly, so that at least they would think she was still a possibility to persuade him to surrender and would be willing to waste some time arguing with her.
"Hahaha, do you think we'll let you off the hook just because you said that?"
A large, hairy hand pulled out a long black whip, which snapped with a "crack" in the air and struck Zheng Quchi.
Zheng Quchi hadn't recovered much of his strength and couldn't dodge in time, so he had no choice but to take the blow.
She protected her head and chest, and a bloody welt immediately appeared on her back, followed by another lash.
She rolled around under the whip, and after several lashes, her body was covered in bloody welts, but she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.
She feared her screams would reveal something, because a male voice requires breathing into the abdomen and pinching the throat; if the back of the throat cannot be done, the voice will be an octave higher. She absolutely could not reveal her true gender in front of this group of thugs.
"Looks like you're pretty tough, huh? Still won't talk? Then go die."
With a flick of the soft, barbed whip, it wrapped tightly around her neck and dragged her up.
Uh ah—
The force was so strong that she couldn't breathe, and even digging at her with her fingers didn't make her feel any better.
At that moment, I realized that I might really be going to die.
Her hair stood on end and she began to tremble; her muscles twitched, and her teeth chattered, making a clanging sound.
All of this seemed to be sensations triggered by bodily instincts, which she could not suppress with her will.
She doesn't seem to be... really that fearless after all. She opened her mouth, almost wanting to reveal everything, just so that she could catch her breath before her eyes rolled back.
She finally understood why some ordinary people couldn't withstand various harsh punishments: not everyone has a strong and resilient mentality that is willing to die rather than submit.
When a person suffers to the extreme, they will break down, just to free themselves.
"Help, help..."
They saw her face turn as red as a tomato about to explode, and the way she tried to speak as if she were about to die was quite comical.
"Hahaha... Look at her, the blood is rushing to her head. Do you think if we cut off her head now, the blood will spray everywhere like a fountain?"
"After hearing what you said, I'm interested in watching it too. Why don't we give it a try? I'm very curious as well."
"But we need to find out what we need to know first."
"She can't understand what we're saying anyway. In a little while, we'll pretend not to kill Aturu, but after we get her answer, we'll hang her upside down from a tree, cut off her head, and use it to water the flowers and plants. Wouldn't that be more interesting?"
The nomadic barbarian general pulled out his whip, and the swinging motion caused Zheng Quchi to be pulled along with it, tumbling to the side.
"If you don't answer honestly, I'll cut your head off next time!"
His eyes widened, his expression fierce like that of a demon.
Zheng Quchi was in excruciating pain in his throat, as if it were on fire. His small, frail body looked as if they could kill him with a single slap.
At this moment, her mouth was full of blood. She spat out a mouthful of bloody water, feeling only pain from the whip, her throat, and her whole body...
She had lived a comfortable life in the modern world for half her life, and the greatest suffering she had ever endured was a high fever. But this time travel had caused her a great deal of pain.
They had expected her to cry and kneel down, begging for mercy, and then tell them what they wanted to know.
Even though she was convulsing in pain, she still bent over and slowly stood up from the ground again.
After she shakily regained her footing, she looked up, her eyes flashing with malice, and grinned at the group of her wicked brothers-in-law: "I'll fuck your ancestors!"
The nomadic barbarian's eyes widened. Although he couldn't understand the words, he could see the cold, hateful provocation in her expression.
She's insulting them!
"Ah!! You damned two-legged sheep! You want to die, don't you?!"
Just as a long whip, like a snake spitting its tongue, was about to strike, the explosive sound of the wind was interrupted by an extremely sharp long arrow that pierced through the air and finally sank straight into the wide-open throat of the barbarian general.
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