Chapter 410: Reality and Falsehood
False, real, false, real.
Xia Wange measured the boundary as she walked. Every step was like a gamble. Either the boundary would be virtual or real. This boundary was not just uneven. She felt like an octopus claw, extending randomly.
In short, she felt that she was strong at one moment and weak the next, over and over again.
Xia Wange only had a feeling, but Gangzi on the other side saw it more clearly. He turned around a second ago and suddenly saw that the other party had a rosy face and looked energetic. He was stunned for a moment and then opened his eyes, only to find that the other party was still as weak as before with pale lips.
He rubbed his eyes and thought he seemed to have seen it wrong. After a while, he turned around and found that the other person's face had returned to normal. Just when he was about to ask, she became the same person who shook three times with one step and staggered when she walked.
Damn it...
The man quickened his pace and brought Xia Wange to his destination.
This is the cemetery in the village. Under the oldest tombstone on the side is a cellar. The cellar is quite large. Later, the villagers renovated it, laid bricks inside and left air holes, and it became the place where people hide today.
Now they dug up the soil in front of a tombstone, opened an iron cover, and revealed the stairs underneath.
Many people around had already locked up and led away those who were judged to be in danger. Xia Wange's eyes slowly scanned the area and met the eyes of the girl who was abducted with her. The girl looked a little haggard, as if she had not had a good rest. When she saw Xia Wange, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, indicating that she was not in any serious problem.
Xia Wange looked elsewhere, at the faces of those who had been abducted for a longer time. These people were judged to be restless and might cause trouble when the superiors came down for inspection. Xia Wange saw dullness and numbness on their faces. Their expressions were very calm, as if they were accustomed to being locked up here.
Even though they concealed it well, Xia Wange still saw the unwillingness and stubbornness in their eyes.
Each of them looked a little weak, and it seemed that they had never had a full meal during the time they were fighting.
Seeing that the Tibetans' cellar was opened, the people waiting nearby tied their chains together one by one to prevent them from escaping, and then let them go down by themselves.
There were only ten of them, but there were more than twenty people standing around staring at them.
They are all young and middle-aged.
Xia Wange was in a weak body and was the last one to be picked. When she went down the crooked stairs to the cellar, she heard the sound of an iron plate being covered on the ceiling. Her vision darkened in an instant. There was no light inside, only some light coming in through the air holes in various places on the ceiling. Each hole was a beam of light. The cellar was not small in size, and it seemed that many people had been imprisoned there before. It was just that there were fewer people this time, so it seemed a little more spacious.
Despite this, the entire cellar still smelled damp and rotten, which was very unpleasant.
The sun was shining outside, but they were living like rats in a gutter.
Everyone found a familiar seat and sat down. Xia Wange was thinking about the direction as she walked towards the southeast corner. Just as she was about to reach the southeast corner, she found that the chain connecting her wrist to the previous person's wrist had been stretched straight. The previous girl looked back at her and said nothing.
Xia Wange said weakly: "I want to sit in the corner."
"What's the point of sitting in the corner? You're going to be locked up here anyway?" the girl said. "You're lucky. There are fewer people this time. If you had come in before, you wouldn't even have room to move around. But there are fewer people this time."
The girl said this, but still moved her position so that Xia Wange could lean in the corner.
When Xia Wange sat down in the corner, she slowly exhaled, squeezed her hands, and felt full of strength.
Thanks to this abstract boundary line, a corner was left for her at the critical moment.
Xia Wange curled up her legs silently.
If it’s a corner, it’s a corner, nothing more.
She looked at the girl who was trafficked in with her. She was on the other side and couldn't come over for the time being.
"Lucky? Ha." A hoarse voice came, "Who here is lucky? Don't you think it's sad that there are fewer and fewer people imprisoned here. What does it mean? Will I be the only one here in the future?"
"You better stop talking." Someone said, "There are always undercover agents sneaking in. Do you want to get beaten when you go out?"
Everyone shut up instantly. They all looked at the two unfamiliar faces secretly, but most of their eyes were on Xia Wange.
Xia Wange, who was about to say "I'll help you escape", shut up instantly. She glanced at everyone's faces in the dim light and raised her eyebrows slightly. Judging from their faces, she knew there was no undercover agent this time.
At least looking at their faces now, no one wants to tell on anyone.
But it’s hard to say whether someone will report it later, because people’s hearts can change.
but......
Xia Wange glanced at the girls who were obviously not full and had scars on their bodies. She then looked at herself, who was rosy-cheeked and clean.
To be honest, she does look most like an undercover agent.
Just thinking of this, Xia Wange felt as if her whole body was wrapped in something warm. She opened her third eye and saw that she was covered in purple air.
Lu Qiu......
But she wouldn't be grateful to him.
Xia Wange raised her hand and waved it in front of herself. She found that the purple air would quickly disappear wherever her hand reached within the boundary.
Although she often talked about the fact that she was a living dead, she was no different from a normal person in most cases. The appearance of the boundary of her weakness made Xia Wange realize instantly that everything has its limits, and she was just a walking corpse within the boundary.
Thinking of this, Xia Wange took out the thatch he had secretly hidden and began to weave a small thatched man.
"What are you thinking this time?" a girl asked. "I heard that there are quite a lot of people coming from all over the town. This is our chance."
"Shh... Are you going to die? If the undercover hears you, it's doubtful whether you will still be alive or not."
"What are you afraid of?" the girl continued. "It's already like this. I'll just assume that everyone imprisoned here doesn't want to compromise. If I really can't escape, I'd rather die than live in a daze. I don't want to be tortured into compromise like them, and finally become a reproductive machine. I'm going to seize every opportunity to escape while I still have blood in me."
"It's easy for you to say that. We are all locked up here..."
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