Pei Shu’er drank several gulps of Spiritual Spring Water and dashed towards Tang Zan.
Without looking back, she said, "Mother, you quickly go inside, Qingning, pull Mother inside, have soone seal the entrance, trust , I’ll bring Tang Zan over."
Tang Zan’s foot was injured, limiting his speed, while the sandstorm was fast approaching. He looked at his family with despair and longing; he knew that this ti he likely faced doom with little hope of survival.
As long as he died, his mother and sister, who were so weak in nature, would surely be bullied.
Pei Shu’er had so ability, but she had ulterior motives and couldn’t be relied upon.
Thinking of how Pei Shu’er had acted along this journey, he truly hoped at this mont that regardless of her objectives, she might treat the third household well, reducing his worries.
Upon seeing Pei Shu’er really reach the building, he couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly.
He knew Pei Shu’er was capable, with many secrets hidden within her.
However, even with a crutch, he couldn’t make it there.
Now fifty ters were left to reach the building, and the sandstorm was nearly upon him.
Disability, forever a disability.
His hand touched the uneven wood grain on the crutch, engraving itself bit by bit into his heart.
At this mont, he saw Pei Shu’er, clad in a cyan outer garnt, suddenly turn around. The fierce wind lifted her long hair and clothes, making her appear so valiant.
As everyone rushed towards the building seeking survival, she was the only one, moving against the crowd, running steadfastly in his direction.
Without hesitation.
Through the crowd, he watched her from afar.
His heart thumped fiercely, a slight glimr appeared in his dark eyes.
At this mont, all conspiracies vanished from his mind.
All he knew was this slender, spoiled, insidious, unruly girl.
Running against the current, coming towards him.
Pei Shu’er quickly reached Tang Zan, and without a word, hoisted him up.
Tang Zan: "..."
The feeling of being moved abruptly ceased.
He was a dignified seven-foot-tall man!
A brave general known for intimidating enemies, capable of stopping children’s cries as the Young General!
The Princely Heir from the prestigious War King Mansion!
Hoisted up by his own wife!!!
...
Pei Shu’er ran with all her breath, exerting herself more than she ever did in middle school sports exams.
As the tornado approached, she felt more resistance against her.
Just as she neared the building, Pei Shu’er saw Zhang San and his group blocking the entrance.
Zhang San’s eyes were fierce: "Go to the Underworld and beco ill-fated lovers."
They had already offended Tang Zan and Pei Shu’er; this was a pri opportunity not to let them survive.
Otherwise, his days would be miserable.
Besides, Zhang San’s hand was destroyed by Tang Zan, making him powerless on normal days.
But now, at this critical mont, he just needed to create a bit of an obstacle, delaying them briefly, and with the sandstorm arriving, these two would be dood!
Watching the tightly blocked entrance and the tornado almost upon them, Pei Shu’er and Tang Zan were brushed by the tornado, almost being lifted away.
She didn’t want to die!
She still wanted to create a splendid life in this world.
Her eyes fierce, she hoisted Tang Zan and jumped towards the entrance.
Zhang San and his underlings were crushed dizzy by Pei Shu’er and Tang Zan.
At that mont, the tornado arrived.
The third household had already been crying tears, and upon seeing Tang Zan, they imdiately hugged him, crying and repeatedly chanting for the blessings of Bodhisattva.
anwhile, Pei Shu’er walked up to the six n, lifted Zhang San’s collar without a word, and headed towards the entrance.
Zhang San’s face looked dreadful: "Miss Pei, no, Heir’s wife! Please spare my life, I just saw the sandstorm coming, and if the entrance wasn’t blocked, we’d all die."
Pei Shu’er smiled.
"You’re right, without this building, we’d all surely die."
"But, this building is my excavation."
"And you just wanted to kill ."
Seeing Pei Shu’er’s smile, Zhang San’s scalp tingled; he had seen this smile on Tang Zan too.
He wet himself once again in fear.
"So, out you go."
Saying this, Pei Shu’er threw Zhang San out.
Zhang San was carried away by the sandstorm. Initially, he moved, but later his body stiffened and beca lifeless.
As for the other six, seeing Zhang San’s tragic situation, they imdiately burst into tears, kneeling and pleading with Pei Shu’er.
"Miss Pei, Miss Pei, please, we were bewitched by Zhang San."
Pei Shu’er chuckled: "So do you wish to lose a hand or go outside and feel the gentleness of the sandstorm?"
The five were frightened by Pei Shu’er’s ruthlessness earlier, daring not to cause trouble, and smashed their left hands fiercely with stones.
Until their hands were bloody and mangled, Pei Shu’er stopped them.
Establishing authority must have limits; otherwise, too many deaths and Lu Qing would find trouble with her.
Pei Shu’er glanced at the remaining four.
"Seal the entrance."
Now they dared not defy Pei Shu’er’s orders.
Pei Shu’er finally returned to the wall and sat down, the building was quiet, only the howling wind outside could be heard.
Pei Shu’er’s face was pale, her hand behind her trembling as if afflicted by Parkinson’s.
She couldn’t utter a single word, her forehead drenched in cold sweat.
That wave just now had exhausted her strength and depleted the effects of the Spiritual Spring, leaving her in a state of overdraft.
This was the most severe exertion she had experienced since entering the world of the book.
Tang Zan glanced at Pei Shu’er, his expression sowhat complicated.
He truly hadn’t expected Pei Shu’er to be the one to save him.
Yet, this person lurking by his side, could it not be for his life?
Or was there a grander sche?
Moreover, amidst the vast desert, with the building buried so deeply by sand, how did Pei Shu’er know there was a building here?
Many had such questions in their hearts.
Lu Qing’s gaze towards Pei Shu’er grew more apprehensive.
This girl, indeed had many secrets.
The poisonous mist was one, the building another.
These were things others could not know, yet she did.
After the sandstorm passed and the governnt officers rested.
They looked at the exiles, realizing ten fewer people were present.
All were carried away by the sandstorm; such a massive storm, surely fatal.
Even after the storm passed, the outside world remained swathed in yellow sand, visibility too low, increasing the likelihood of getting lost.
Lu Qing said, "Let’s rest here today."
This had been the most perilous experience since he began escorting exiles.
First the poisonous mist, then the sandstorm; the outside terrain changed, being in the desert, who knew if they could still find their way.
Pei Shu’er slept until dusk before opening her eyes, her face still frightfully pale.
Moreover, her headache felt as if it were splitting open.
Her mouth felt uncomfortable, an aftermath from inhaling too much dust, making her breathing sowhat labored.
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