Police are legendary, invincible creatures in sparsely populated, impoverished rural areas.
"Let them go, or don't blame me for being impolite."
Looking at his chubby baby face, the policeman must be quite young.
Those around swallowed hard, their hearts filled with unease and fear.
Those are police officers, the kind who arrest people and send them to prison.
Good people don't fight with officials. The man who was holding Ji Xiaoxiao felt as if he were holding scalding coal and immediately let go.
The young policeman pulled Ji Xiaoxiao behind him and shouted at the man, "Hands behind your head, squat down on the ground." The man paused, and the young policeman repeated it.
The outcome seemed predetermined; the man hung his head in dejection, like a deflated balloon, crouching on the ground with his hands covering his head, motionless.
Ji Xiaoxiao clutched the young policeman's clothes, saying tremblingly, "Thank you."
"I..." Ji Xiaoxiao looked pitiful, tears welling up in her eyes, "My parents wanted to sell me to him, and I didn't want to run away, but he..."
Even if Ji Xiaoxiao didn't say what happened next, the young policeman could guess part of the truth.
"Don't be afraid, we will help you and protect you."
The young policeman patted the head of the older sister, Ji Xiaoxiao. Ji Xiaoxiao lowered her head shyly and remained silent. After the rain, the clouds parted and the sun shone, and the previous unease and fear vanished.
After calming Ji Xiaoxiao down, the young policeman led her to rejoin the main group.
With many hands making light work, the women imprisoned in the small mountain village were liberated and became masters of their own destiny.
Three days later, the matter was exposed, shocking the entire nation.
Qiu Zhuang, Liu Dahua, and Qiu Longzi were all involved in buying and selling. Once the allegations were verified, the three were sentenced to prison terms ranging from ten years to several years. Ji Xiaoxiao also found a familiar number in Qiu Zhuang's phone call records.
"Hello." A soft, delicate female voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It really is you."
Ji Xiaoxiao had only suspected it at first, but when she heard her voice that day, her suspicion turned into certainty.
Unexpectedly, the person who betrayed her was her former assistant.
The assistant was the original owner's personal assistant and was the most likely person to obtain Qiu Zhuang and Qiu Longzi's phone numbers from the original owner's phone.
Looking back, the original owner once got drunk and unconsciously complained to his assistant about his parents' shortcomings, revealing the darkness of the small mountain village in his words.
"Why?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked.
The assistant saw the news and naturally understood what Ji Xiaoxiao meant.
"Because I hate you. You're just a country bumpkin. What right do you have to sit on my head?" the assistant screamed hysterically into the phone.
Ji Xiaoxiao remained silent for half a minute. "Hate me? You're just jealous of me, aren't you?"
“So what if I’m a country girl? I have the ability, and what’s rightfully mine will be mine.”
Ji Xiaoxiao continued, "Heh, you're incompetent and have to be subordinate to me, what's wrong with that? I'm already being kind by sitting on your head. If I didn't have some good intentions, what could you do if I peed on your head?"
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
When the sound came through, it was the dial tone of a phone being hung up.
Ji Xiaoxiao wasn't going to let her assistant off the hook. She pretended to be a ghost and haunted her for months. Helpless, the assistant followed Nan Zhu and Lü Zhu's example and returned to the countryside.
Bored out of her mind, Ji Xiaoxiao secretly followed her assistant to the small city where the assistant lived. There, Ji Xiaoxiao discovered Nan Zhu and Lü Zhu, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
Nan Zhu and Lü Zhu lived in poverty, though they weren't exactly poor. Their clothes were old and worn, as if they had picked up someone else's hand-me-downs, but there was no despair in their eyes.
Lu Zhu's belly was showing, and Nan Zhu carefully supported her. Life may not have been easy, but the couple were deeply in love.
Ji Xiaoxiao didn't pursue the matter and turned to leave.
She kept pestering her assistant with her ghostly antics until she felt better, then Ji Xiaoxiao returned to the dark space.
Inside the dark space, the adult remained inside the golden dragon pillar as always.
Name: Ji Xiaoxiao
Gender: Female
Spiritual power: 66
Soul Power: 48
Progress: 16%
Title: Academically Weak
Skill: Turning Stone into Gold
Rewards: "White Lotus Sacred Technique", "Dao Heaven", and "Do As You Please" (three times with two remaining).
Divine object: Treasure Fortune
Ji Xiaoxiao looked up and saw her own information swaying above her head.
"You have to do your best this time," the adult suddenly said, his voice tinged with undisguised weakness.
Ji Xiaoxiao has one head and two big heads, what the heck!
A minute or two later, Ji Xiaoxiao, unaware of what was happening, disappeared from the dark space.
Ji Xiaoxiao opened her heavy eyelids. The sun was shining brightly outside, the light was excellent, but everything she saw was blurry, layered, and completely unclear. Ji Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes, but the situation didn't improve.
With a sigh, Ji Xiaoxiao got out of bed and looked around at where she was.
The room was quite large, with a double bed and a three-piece bedding set. To the left was a sliding door wardrobe, half-open, revealing a man's suit and tie inside. To the right was a dressing table, covered with numerous bottles and jars.
Ji Xiaoxiao walked to the dressing table and leaned closer to examine the face. The body was truly a horrible sight. The hair was a tangled mess, the face was haggard and sallow, with large bags under the eyes, dark circles under the eyes, and bloodshot eyes. Just one look was enough to tell that the body's owner had liver and spleen problems and difficulty sleeping.
Ji Xiaoxiao checked the room and found no one else there. After locking the door, she lay on the bed to receive the original owner's memories.
Mo Chuyu and Hao Zhenran's marriage was an arranged marriage by their parents, and they had no feelings for each other. Twenty years into their marriage, they had a son and a daughter. Their son, Hao Kaiyou, is eighteen years old this year, and their daughter, Hao Meini, is only fifteen.
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