"You, you... Hmph, even if you catch me, you won’t get out of this easily." The sacrificer thought about his master behind him.
Although the master was very dissatisfied with the way he handled things this time, the master would definitely not abandon him.
"Huh, I wonder if your master behind you will expose himself because of you." Yang Chuxia walked up to the sacrificer, stepped on him with one foot, and bent down to pat his face with a small crossbow arrow.
Because she used force, the sacrificer screamed out in pain again.
"Xiaxia, let’s take them out first," Ye Zi’an said.
"Alright, Uncle Niu, see if there’s any rope around here and tie him up."
Subsequently, Uncle Niu found a rope nearby, presumably left behind when they tied up the girls. He walked forward and tied up the sacrificer’s hands and feet.
Uncle Niu used to run a blacksmith’s shop and was very strong. He picked up the fat sacrificer without feeling any strain.
"You guys !" Uncle Niu carried the man and walked away, while Yang Chuxia spoke to the girls behind her.
At this point, the girls knew that Yang Chuxia was their real rescuer, so they followed cautiously behind the group.
They went out of the secret passage and returned to the front room, where those men were still alive, tied up together. The two original girls were shivering and hugging each other.
However, by the light of the candlestick in her hand, Yang Chuxia found one of the girls somewhat familiar. It was Ye Zi’an who recognized her.
Whispering a few words in Yang Chuxia’s ear, she looked at the girl in amazement but didn’t say anything more at this time.
"Uncle Niu, throw them here. Brother An and I will watch over them. You go to Constable Hong’s house. If he’s not home, go back to our shop and drive the ox cart. Tie up these people and take them back to be dealt with tomorrow," she instructed.
"Alright, you girls be careful."
With that, Uncle Niu threw the sacrificer down on the ground and went to get help.
The sacrificer was in a sorry state.
Ye Zi’an glanced at the sacrificer, then forcefully tore an arrow from one of the bound men. He walked over to the sacrificer.
With one hand, he hooked the sacrificer’s face, his eyes cold and fierce like Yang Chuxia’s. "Just now, you said you liked them young? Is that right, huh?"
The sacrificer didn’t know why Ye Zi’an was asking this, but his instincts told him it wasn’t good. He shook his head desperately.
However, Ye Zi’an suddenly laughed, surprising even Yang Chuxia.
Then, Ye Zi’an placed the arrow in the sacrificer’s lower body, and with force, there was a "puchi" sound and a scream, several spasms, and the sacrificer fainted.
One second before passing out, only one thought crossed his mind, "I’m ruined, he ruined me!"
That’s right, Ye Zi’an had ruined the sacrificer’s lower body, all because of one sentence he said.
Ye Zi’an stood up straight, leisurely took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then threw it on the sacrificer’s face.
It was such a cruel act, but he made it seem so natural, so elegant, so good to look at. Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but admit that she was captivated by Ye Zi’an at this moment. He was so cool, so elegant, and just as ruthless as her.
But this ruthlessness was exactly to her liking!
Yang Chuxia also went up and kicked the sacrificer a couple of times, punched him several times, and then said, "This damn guy actually fainted. He deserves to die, causing so much harm to others, I really want to kill him."
"Anyway, he won’t be able to escape this time," Ye Zi’an said casually.
After a while, Uncle Niu returned. "How about it? Is Constable Hong at home?"