An Yan had already walked to the window. She looked out, hoping that Li Rongsen and the others could come to rescue her, and she seemed to hear someone calling her from below.

It was Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu, both calling her name, "An Yan, An Yan, are you there?"

Yan Qingqiu said: "It is very likely that An Yan is locked in this big bell. There is no way she can escape."

"Move these things away first." Li Rongsen said as he kicked the firewood away and then went to push the bell. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even think of the thick rope on the side that could be used to pull it open.

Yan Qingqiu said: "You can't push it, come over and pull this rope together."

Li Rongsen hurried to Yan Qingqiu's side, but at this time, An Yan's voice came, she said: "Don't pull the rope first, otherwise I can't get out."

An Yan had already opened the lid of the exit and was talking to them with her nose pinched.

Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu both breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so scary, I thought you had been suffocated to death!" Yan Qingqiu shouted at Zhong.

"The smoke is too thick." An Yan frowned. She felt that she still couldn't go down.

"Wait a moment, we'll get something to fan it." Li Rongsen said as he started looking for something. He found some cardboards nearby and handed one to Yan Qingqiu.

The two of them fanned the air vigorously to make the smoke inside less choking.

An Yan had already jumped down from the passage and closed the lid again, saying to the outside: "Pull up the bell."

Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu immediately brought the clock up, and only when they saw An Yan standing there safe and sound did they truly breathe a sigh of relief.

"An Yan, was it that fake Li Rongsen who trapped you here?" Li Rongsen walked up to her and asked.

"I followed him all the way here, but ended up falling into his trap. It must have been planned in advance." An Yan also admitted that she was careless.

"Fortunately, you left marks for us along the way, otherwise what would we do? If we weren't suffocated to death by the smoke, we would have starved to death or died of thirst." Yan Qingqiu felt that this was too dangerous.

"Thank you for coming to rescue me. I guess that person won't show up for a while." An Yan said.

"Do you know who that person is?"

"He's a man with pimples all over his face. I really can't bear to look at his appearance." An Yan sighed.

Yan Qingqiu's eyes lit up and he said, "I know who he is."

"Who?" Li Rongsen asked hurriedly. He had no impression at all.

"You've seen it too. We went to West City together that day, and there was a man who said you were pretty. He could even imitate your voice, exactly the same as yours. It was him, so ugly." Yan Qingqiu said.

"Someone from West City?" An Yan felt that this was a strange thing, and said, "Since he is from West City, how could he deal with me?"

"I don't know about that. I have to ask that old man." Yan Qingqiu said.

An Yan frowned and said, "Let's go back first."

At this time, Li Rongsen's phone rang. It was Xiaohua calling. He picked up the phone and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Li, do you have a way to find Yanyan? There are guests at home who want to see her, but I have been calling her cell phone but no one answered. I asked a few people and they also said they haven't seen her. I wonder if you can help me contact her." Xiaohua's tone was very anxious, and she added, "I hope nothing happens."

"She's with me. Don't worry, we'll be back soon." Li Rongsen hung up the phone and said to An Yan, "Xiaohua called and said there are guests at home and they're waiting for you to come back."

"Guests?" An Yan was a little confused as to what kind of guests could come to where she lived.

He was a rare visitor, none other than the old fellow from West City. He had a thick turban on his head, hiding all his hair inside it, and his beard was tied into a pigtail, making him look a bit out of place.

The old man looked at her askance and said, "Why are you here? Where is the city slave?"

"What is a city slave?" Xiaohua looked confused. She had never heard of this term before, and she found it very strange. The man's voice sounded so young, but his appearance was that of an old man. She couldn't help feeling a little frightened.

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "A woman who has never seen the world doesn't even know a city slave."

“We don’t have such a name here.”

"When did An Yan say she would come back?" the old man asked again.

"I should be back soon. Please wait a moment. I'll pour you some tea." Xiaohua said and went to the kitchen to make him a cup of grapefruit lemon tea.

The old man took a look and said, "What is this?"

"It's sweet and delicious." Xiaohua explained obediently.

The old man was indeed a little thirsty, but due to his status, he thought that he could not eat or drink casually. After all, eating and drinking did not look good and always lacked a sense of deterrence.

After all, he is the deputy city lord, so naturally he has to consider his dignity.

Xiao Hua was afraid of neglecting An Yan's friend and thought that he didn't like to drink, so she said, "I'll go get you some fruit."

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The old man opened his eyes, and when he saw she was gone, he quickly picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp. It was indeed sweet and delicious, and then he quickly put it down again.

Xiaohua came out and saw that the cup was empty, so she said, "I'll make you another cup."

"I don't drink it. That's not what I drink." The old man snorted.

Xiaohua frowned and noticed that there was some tea on his beard, but he pretended not to see it.

At this moment, there was the sound of a key opening the door.

Xiaohua quickly said, "It must be Yanyan who is back."

The old man's eyes widened and his eyebrows twitched. He quickly stood up from the sofa. When he saw An Yan, Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu walking in together, he immediately burst into tears, crying so sadly.

Yan Qingqiu frowned and asked, "Old man, why are you crying? I haven't seen An Yan for just a few days. Why are you crying so much?"

"Ah!~~~!" The old man sat back on the sofa and burst into tears.

Xiao Hua was shocked and said to An Yan, "Yan Yan, I didn't bully him."

"It's okay, why don't you go sit next door with Rong Qian first?"

"Okay, you guys talk about business." Xiaohua left tactfully. Although she had some doubts in her heart, she didn't dare to ask too much. Everyone has some secrets. But that old man was a little too weird.

An Yan handed the tissue to the old man and said, "Don't cry, why don't you stay in the city and come here?"

"West City is gone. Half of the people in West City have fled to Huashe Mountain. The mountain master has threatened to destroy us." The old man finally stopped crying and said angrily, "Qinghua, this shameless thing, actually opposed us and robbed many of our people."

"They all have soul contracts in West City, how can they be snatched away?" An Yan thought this matter was very strange.

"It was stolen and destroyed. If I hadn't discovered it early, all the people in the city would have left and gone to Huashe Mountain. I asked our neighbor Quhe for help, but they refused. They are really ungrateful. We have always protected them." The old man snorted and said to An Yan, "You are the city lord, you have to make the decision for us. West City cannot be destroyed in my hands."

"How about this, see if anyone else wants to go to Flower Snake Mountain, give them the soul contracts, and let them go."

"How can this be possible? Wouldn't there be no one left in our West City? And you as the city lord would be just a figurehead." The old man frowned, strongly disagreeing with An Yan's words.

"Those people were tricked by you into doing this. If you want them to stay, you have to make them stay willingly."

The old man said nothing, but finally agreed.