After saying this, the person hurriedly picked up Su Lang and strode toward the interior of the stronghold.
What exactly had happened inside the stronghold, no one knew, but where else could they go besides here?
They were homeless, and even if they had had a home once, it was gone after they fell into the wolf’s den.
Relatives and friends shunned them like the plague, and there were even some people who would not hesitate to trample on them. And such family members, they dared not accept, nor could they afford to.
Therefore, only this mountain stronghold, only here, could provide them shelter.
Suddenly someone remembered the cunning advisor and urgently shouted, "Quick, send someone to check on the Master! If he is awake, he might have a solution!"
These people were not good at making decisions, and now with Su Lang in such a state, they remembered Su Lang’s trusted advisor.
Someone rushed to the Master’s courtyard, but upon pushing the door open, they saw the room was empty, the Master’s figure nowhere to be seen.
Where was the Master? Why had he disappeared?
Dong Huiying was carrying a man much taller than herself; this man was the Master.
The Master, like everyone else, was unconscious; Dong Huiying had drugged the water well in Black Wind Camp during the day.
The drug was something she had concocted in her spare time using the most common herbs; interestingly though, the drug required a catalyst to take effect. Without it, even if one ingested the drug, it would have no impact on the body.
She had planned from the start to send Liang Yuening and Hong Xiangjun away first, sparing herself from worries later on, so that she could act freely in her subsequent plans.
Shortly after her arrival at Black Wind Camp, she secretly crushed the catalyst.
The catalyst was a gas, colorless and odorless, spreading mainly through the air, and the speed of this spreading was incredibly fast; as a result, Black Wind Camp was strewn with bodies, sparing no one who had drunk water in the stronghold that day.
As for abducting the Master first, she naturally had her own reasons.
For instance, to reconfirm whether this man was truly the one she was imagining?
She found a secluded spot and set the man down on the ground.
She watched the unconscious man with an expressionless face.
The man wore a black iron mask on his face.
The mask obstructed the view, preventing a clear look at his entire face.
But his perfectly curved, attractive chin and the contours of his face fitting under the mask still made Dong Huiying slowly suspicious.
What puzzled her the most were the man’s hair and the right hand that was supposedly non-functional.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and then looked closely at the man again. Hmm? She picked up a lock of black hair from the man’s temple and rubbed it between her fingers. The texture was rough, and she noticed some black powder on her fingertips.
She sniffed it near her nose, ink?
Even with her mental preparation, Dong Huiying couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.
She was truly impressed!
"Good, the mystery of the hair is now solved. Now, what about this arm? What’s the deal with this right hand?"
With this thought, she picked up his right hand, rolled up his sleeve, and her lips twitched fiercely.
Cursed be, a steel frame? A mechanical prosthesis?
She stripped down Liang Zhichen’s outer garment and examined it thoroughly, inside out, finding a button at the waist. Pressing the button, she successfully made contact with the mechanical prosthesis.