Chapter 98
The rope had been tied into a knot, but it was not difficult to escape.
Mu Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief.
She began to twist her wrists carefully, using the gaps in the hemp rope to slowly loosen it.
The rope was very rough, and every movement felt like a soft knife cutting Mu Qingxuan's wrist.
The piercing pain made her forehead covered with cold sweat.
She clenched her teeth and dared not make any sound.
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, with a slight "snap" sound, the rope on the right hand loosened.
Mu Qingxuan suppressed her ecstasy and continued to rescue her left hand and feet. She couldn't help but mutter, "Fortunately, Changfeng taught me how to tie people up and untie the ropes before."
It was just a joke between the two of them at first, but unexpectedly, it has found a use now.
Mu Qingxuan's expression was a little complicated.
She stood up and looked around again, thinking about how to escape.
No matter what Mu Qianqian's purpose is, it is always malicious.
Mu Qingxuan would never let her succeed.
She walked to the door, and as her fingertips touched the rusty handle of the iron door, a chill spread up her spine.
Mu Qingxuan held her breath and pushed hard, and the door hinge made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
A mixture of rotten wood, mold and an unknown stench hit her in the face, choking her and almost making her vomit.
Outside the door, the night was as dark as ink. Only a few faint rays of moonlight filtered through the broken eaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
She took her first step cautiously.
It was eerily quiet all around, with only the faint sound of dogs barking in the distance.
Just as she was about to quicken her pace, she suddenly heard dragging footsteps at the end of the alley, accompanied by intermittent hiccups.
A figure slowly walked out from the shadows.
He was a fat man with a big belly, looking like he was seven or eight months pregnant.
His clothes were wrinkled and stained with dirt and oil. The collar of his white shirt had long since turned gray, and the top two buttons were broken, revealing his dark, sweat-stained chest.
His sparse hair stuck to his scalp greasy and had an eerie oily sheen in the moonlight.
His face turned red due to the effect of alcohol, his eyes were narrowed into two slits, and his cloudy eyeballs were full of bloodshot, just like two moldy beans.
He was holding a half-empty bottle of wine in his left hand, and his right hand was casually rubbing his trouser waist. His trousers swayed from side to side as he walked, and his baggy trouser legs swept across the weeds on the roadside, making a rustling sound.
Wang Saner walked towards the warehouse nonchalantly, but suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Mu Qingxuan who had already run far away.
The pair of small eyes suddenly widened, and the wine bottle fell to the ground with a "click", which was particularly harsh in the quiet alley.
"Fuck you, you dare to run!"
Wang Saner cursed and hurriedly chased after him.
The damp moonlight was like a layer of moldy gauze, covering the weed-covered alley outside the abandoned warehouse.
Mu Qingxuan's shoes disappeared at some point.
She walked barefoot over gravel and dead branches on the ground, and the stinging pain from the soles of her feet made her feel like she was walking on the edge of a knife with every step.
The man's curses behind him were getting closer and closer.
She didn't dare look back, her hair was stuck to her pale face by cold sweat, and her heartbeat almost burst through her chest.
But Mu Qingxuan was a weak woman after all, and she had just woken up from the poisoning, so her strength had not yet recovered.
So after running for a while, his speed gradually slowed down, and Wang Saner chased him with his beer belly, and his turbid saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth onto his dirty tie knot.
Wang Saner approached with a sinister smile, a look of ill intent on his face, and stood in front of Mu Qingxuan, panting.
He said sarcastically, "You're really good at running. You're really tiring me out."
Mu Qingxuan's back hit the mottled brick wall heavily, and the wall paint fell on her shoulders.
She looked at the other person's bloodshot eyes and dug her nails deep into her palms.
The wounds from the struggle were still bleeding, but I didn't feel any pain at this moment.
Her face looked very ugly and she cursed Mu Qianqian a million times in her heart.
Mu Qingxuan pursed her lips, and suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a sharp stone on the ground.
She bent down to pick it up, held it in front of her, and said to Wang Saner coldly: "I advise you not to get close, otherwise I'm not sure what will happen."
Her face was ferocious, and the edge of the stone in her hand cut her knuckles, causing blood to seep out.
Wang Saner laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward, and the bronze snake on his belt buckle glowed coldly as he moved.
He slowly untied his belt: "Why are you pretending? I don't believe you can do anything to me."
"It's better to save your energy and let me take good care of you——"
Before she could finish her words, Mu Qingxuan suddenly jumped up.
She aimed at a fatal spot on Wang Saner's body, fixed her eyes, and threw the stone in her hand out.
That acupoint is a very vulnerable part of the human body.
If the silver needle is inserted without proper technique, it is very likely to directly cause paralysis of the lower body.
But Mu Qingxuan didn't have any silver needles in her hand now, so she could only use stones instead, and the effect was greatly reduced.
The stone hit Wang Saner accurately.
Wang Saner cried out in pain and his body trembled.
Then, more broken stones hit his acupoints.
Wang Saner didn't understand why it was so painful when such a small stone hit his body.
He was completely furious. His fat body shook and he stepped forward despite the pain.
Wang Saner grabbed Mu Qingxuan's wrist with brute force.
Mu Qingxuan felt like her bones were about to be crushed.
Her face changed and she reached out without hesitation.
The nails left five bloody marks on Wang Saner's greasy face.
While Wang San'er was screaming in pain, Mu Qingxuan bent her knees and kicked him three inches below his navel.
Wang Saner's screams broke the silence of the night.
The sound was as sharp as a drake with its neck stepped on, and his whole body was twisted on the ground.
With his hands tightly covering his lower abdomen, his fat body collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his purple face.
Wang Saner let out intermittent whimpers from his throat, as if his breathing would be choked by the pain at any moment.
The whole person curled up like a shrimp, twitching and trembling constantly, and dark water stains gradually spread across the baggy crotch of his pants.
Mixed with the smell of alcohol and urine on the ground, it permeated the night.
Mu Qingxuan didn't dare to stop for even a moment.
With her skirt fluttering, she ran barefoot on the gravel road.
The sharp stones pierced into the soles of her feet, but fear made her forget the pain.
My lungs felt like they were burning in flames, my breathing was so rapid that I was almost suffocating, and the only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat like a drum.
Finally she reached the alley and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she was unexpectedly bumped into an embrace with a faint smell of sweat.
The unfamiliar touch made her tense.
Mu Qingxuan looked up suddenly and met a pair of unfamiliar eyes.
She hastily withdrew from the man's arms, her face tense and her eyes defensive.
"Who are you?"
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