Last night, not long after Bai Junjun left, the legendary Black Spider suddenly arrived at Zhao Family Village.
They had intended to find and deal with those who had left the organization, but to their surprise, they arrived too late, and everyone here had already been silenced.
For them, it was an unforgivable act for outsiders to kill their own traitors, for they believed that only they had the right to execute their deserters.
It wasn’t long before someone found Zhao Xiaomiao. Seeing the sole survivor of Zhao Family Village, Black Nine showed no pity and stepped on Zhao Xiaomiao’s chest with his foot.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly frail woman stubbornly said she didn’t know.
The man sneered and instructed someone to bring over a whip.
Then, like a black snake, the whip lashed down furiously on Zhao Xiaomiao, quickly marking her fair skin with bright lines of blood.
Zhao Xiaomiao bit hard on her arm and didn’t utter a sound in pain.
At some point, her pain caused her to faint, but the next second, a vicious lash jolted her awake.
The man spoke again, "What exactly happened?"
Zhao Xiaomiao turned her head, her eyes blurred with tears and blood, and she glared at him fiercely, "Kill me."
"Heh," the man chuckled coldly and waved to his subordinates, "Strip her naked, hang her on the city wall, and leave her there until her dear friend comes back to save her."
Clearly, Black Spider had misunderstood.
But what did that matter? The crowd dragged Zhao Xiaomiao away with lecherous smiles on their faces.
It took over an entire Shichen before they finally hung her on the wall, and it was not hard to guess what they had done during that delay.
After being hung on the wall, Zhao Xiaomiao felt her heart was as cold as water.
Thinking back on the peace of her earlier life and the wasted half-month, she wished she were dead.
Gradually, she began to hate the two people who had saved her last night. If they saved her, why didn’t they take her with them? If she was fated to face today’s humiliation, it would have been better if they had not saved her at all.
At least... at least she wouldn’t have been...
At this moment, Zhao Xiaomiao’s eyes were filled with disdain for herself.
Disdain for her own cowardice, for even death could not cleanse her of the filth on her body.
Bai Junjun looked at her indifferently without a word.
Meanwhile, Li Wenli narrowed his eyes in displeasure.
"You’ve indeed experienced terrible things, and we regret and apologize for that.
But that doesn’t give you the right to morally blackmail us—we owe you nothing. We’ve even saved you twice.
Who decreed that saving you means we’re responsible for you for life? We have no ties with you, so why should we take you with us? Your life is your own; if you don’t rely on yourself but blame others for not saving you to the end, you’ll just keep making the same mistakes over and over again."
Having said that, Li Wenli unceremoniously pulled Zhao Xiaomiao away from Bai Junjun’s embrace and helped Bai Junjun to her feet.
Zhao Xiaomiao slowly clenched her fists as tears streamed down her face, "Don’t make me out to be so pathetic; if it hadn’t been for my insistence, your whereabouts would have been exposed long ago!"
"Oh, well then, thank you very much," said Li Wenli with a sarcastically feigned smile, "But even at the risk of being hurtful, I still have to tell you that what you did seems rather pointless. We don’t care if we’re exposed."
After speaking, Li Wenli walked with Bai Junjun towards the Zhao Family Village.
Seeing the irritating smear of blood and saliva on Bai Junjun’s face, he frowned, lifted his sleeve to wipe it off, and couldn’t help but grumble, "Don’t people have any sense of hygiene? It’s so disgusting."
Bai Junjun curved her lips into a smile, the bad mood brought on by Zhao Xiaomiao instantly alleviated considerably.
Li Wenli looked at Bai Junjun, who had suddenly smiled, and couldn’t help but feel puzzled.