After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

Mu Daying lay on the bed in a daze, she seemed to be lost in endless thoughts.

It will be soon. As long as it ends tonight, then maybe she can break free from this cage.

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Shen Zhao did not sit and wait for death after acupuncture on her acupuncture points. Duan Luchong was gone for a long time, which made her calm heart beat faster. She was considering whether it would be better to stay in the room or take the opportunity to escape.

But she was an unfamiliar place, and based on her understanding of them, it was impossible for them not to install surveillance cameras in the room, so she was in a dilemma.

The departure of Duan Luchong and Mu Daying gave her enough bait, making her even more eager for the freedom outside the door. After weighing it over and over again, she decided to leave this simple room.

She tried to move her legs in bed and found that she was able to bend them to an angle so that she could walk without any problem.

She lifted her foot and put it on the ground. She tried to stand up from the bed, but her foot seemed unable to bear the weight. Her body fell forward limply. She hurriedly supported herself on the wall with her hands to avoid falling face down on the ground.

My legs are still sore and weak, as if thousands of ants are crawling in my blood, numb and a little painful. Now that I have made the decision, I can't delay any longer.

If she waited for Duan Lu Chong to come back, one could imagine what would happen to her.

She held on to the wall with all her strength, pulled out the hidden silver needle and pierced several acupuncture points on her leg with force. The moment the silver needle left her leg, blood overflowed from her skin and condensed into shiny beads, hanging lightly on the fur.

She put away the silver needle, moved her feet, and her thigh seemed to feel better than before.

She looked at her outfit. Although the dress was gorgeous and was given to her by Mu Yanchen, it was not suitable for escaping at this time...

She opened the wooden cabinet, which happened to contain several simple sets of clothing. She pulled one out, only to find that it was a hospital gown. But she didn't care about that. She quickly took off her dress and stuffed it into the cabinet. Then she put on the hospital gown and even replaced her high heels with simple cotton slippers. She walked without making any sound.

Without further ado, she walked towards the door as quickly as she could, holding onto the wall.

She stepped out of the room. There was a long corridor outside. It was very monotonous, like the hospital corridors of old times. The ground was cracked like green gravel, the walls were painted light yellow, and the door frames were made of light yellow glossy wood. She looked around. Fortunately, there were no surveillance cameras here.

Doubts flashed through her mind, but she couldn't think too much. Her most important task at this moment was to escape from here, anywhere to hide.

She walked close to the wall to prevent herself from falling. The corridor connected several rooms. She finally walked out of the corridor and saw a spiral staircase leading directly to the upper floor and a door facing the lawn outside. She was sure that she could get out as long as she walked out of this door.

The handrail is made of wood with mottled marks on it and is connected to an iron support underneath. Due to years of disrepair and lack of maintenance, the surface is covered with a layer of suspended rust. It is shaky and seems likely to collapse at any time.

Shen Zhao walked to the middle of the spiral staircase, looked up, and saw the end at a glance. It was just a two-story building.

She was wavering between going upstairs and walking out the door. First, she didn't know how far this building was from Mu's house. After all, she had been unconscious for quite some time. Second, it was night time and there was not even a light outside. If she walked out rashly, she might encounter other dangers. Finally, Shen Zhao decided to go upstairs.

She was wearing cotton slippers and made no sound when she walked, which protected her whereabouts very well. When she reached the second floor, she heard some noise at the end, which was the sound of people chatting.

Alarm bells rang in my heart.

In a panic, she randomly found a room on the corridor and ran in, closing the door quietly, with her back pressed against the wall next to the door, not daring to make a sound.

The light tubes hanging on the corridor are also from the old era. The light is not bright and only serves the purpose of illumination. The door is the kind with glass on top and gauze hanging on it, which can block the things in the room. If the room is bright, you can see the figures moving inside through the gauze.

The noise at the end of the corridor suddenly quieted down, and then Shen Zhao heard the sound of doors opening and closing. Because the facilities were old, the sound was highly recognizable.

There was someone walking on the corridor. The closer he got to the room where Shen Zhao was, the more nervous she became, for fear that he would open the door and take her back.

The footsteps that she thought should have gone away stopped outside the room. Shen Zhao leaned against the wall, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She glanced at the still closed door, pulled out a silver needle and held it nervously in her hand, replaying the acupuncture points of the human body in her mind, hoping that she could hit the man with one strike when he came in.

After a moment of silence, Shen Zhao suddenly heard the man running downstairs in a hurry, as if something urgent was about to happen, but she could not hear the sound of the door opening. His footsteps disappeared in the corridor on the first floor. She was sure that there must be a secret passage leading to Mu's house.

After she relaxed, her legs slid down the wall, and she looked forward intently, only then did she realize the little green light in the darkness. She was very familiar with those instruments.

She held the silver needle in her hand and walked towards the instruments, taking every step very carefully, until she reached the bed. In the dim light, she saw a haggard old woman.

Who is this?

His silver-white hair was spread on the bed in a mess, he had a mask on his face that was constantly breathing oxygen, and various tubes were inserted into his arms. He looked like he would not live long.

As if she had sensed something, the old woman slightly lifted her wrinkled eyelids, her cloudy eyeballs were unfocused, as if she was looking for something in the air.

Her cracked lips moved slightly as if she was about to say something.

Shen Zhao's heart moved, and he reached out and slightly moved her mask away, exposing her mouth so that she would not be unable to breathe oxygen.

The old woman's hoarse voice rang out in the room, "Who are you?"

She seemed to wake up from the chaos and continued, "No sound? It doesn't matter. I'm used to it anyway."

She seemed to sense that Shen Zhao would not do anything to her, so she continued speaking.

"What time is it now?"

Shen Zhao still didn't answer her, so she just kept talking to herself. She wasn't angry, but full of calmness.

"It's been a long time. How is my silly daughter? You definitely won't know if I ask you. So what about Song Si and the others? How is Mu Yingfeng? Is he going to die? I said he would definitely go before me. I will definitely survive him, hahahahaha..."

The old woman's extremely crazy laughter rang out in the room, as if it was going to drag everyone down to hell.

Gloomy and creepy, it brought endless chill to this summer night.