Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

The girls gathered together in the ancestral hall, both for warmth and to build up their courage. Even if Zhang Hui hadn't warned them, they wouldn't have dared to run around.

The northwest wind was howling outside the window. The wind passed through the treetops, swept over the mud-brick walls, and hit the windows, making all kinds of strange noises.

The girls were shaking with fear, they were cold, hungry and sleepy. In order to prevent them from escaping, these hateful traffickers only fed them one meal and one glass of water every day.

Now that they were temporarily out of danger, the feelings they had forced themselves to suppress surfaced: hunger, cold, fear, regret... these emotions intertwined together, and the atmosphere in the entire ancestral hall suddenly became depressed.

I don't know if what the little girl said is true or not? Can they still go back to their parents? If I had known earlier... Many girls couldn't help crying.

The door of the ancestral hall creaked, and the girls were startled and held their breath for a moment.

The door opened, and a small, frail figure appeared in front of everyone. The girls couldn't help but smile again. It was her! The child who saved them.

Putting down the blanket roll on his back, Zhang Hui took out a few large pancakes from his arms and said, "We don't have any more for now, share them among you."

Even this big pancake was "borrowed" by her temporarily from another family. Mrs. Zhou locked the food in her own room every day. She was in a hurry to come and settle the girls, and had no time to search for food and then cook it and bring it over.

As for the bedding roll, I just took it from Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Dagang. They shouldn’t need it anyway... It was already freezing in the middle of the night, so it didn’t seem to matter if I kept freezing for another half a night.

After settling them down in a simple and rough manner, Zhang Hui turned around and was about to leave. "Thank you!" It was the girl who asked the question at the beginning. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a fair complexion, an oval face, and phoenix eyes.

At this moment, those beautiful big eyes were filled with gratitude and tears: "If it weren't for you, we would have already..."

The other girls also spoke up and kept repeating their thanks. Zhang Hui's originally cold face instantly turned red. She scratched her messy hair and said, "It's nothing. I will save them no matter who they are. Besides, they are not out of danger yet."

"Well, it will take two or three months before we can go out after the snow has covered the mountain. I will try my best to bring you some food every day. You should think about what to do next. I can only guarantee that you will be safe in this ancestral hall, but I can't guarantee anything else."

After all, she was already busy with her own affairs and lacked spiritual energy, so how could she cultivate? The spiritual energy in the bases of the inferior sects in the cultivation world was sufficient, not to mention the Xuanling Sect, where the spiritual energy in the nine peaks of the sect was so dense that it turned into spiritual mist.

This world is in the Dharma Ending Age, and the spiritual energy is not rich. If the spiritual energy of the cultivation world is like the sea, then the spiritual energy contained in this small village in the deep mountains and old forests is like a stream, shallow, sometimes there and sometimes not.

Fortunately, she has water spiritual roots. While it is snowing, there is plenty of water spiritual energy. If she practices more, she can enter the next realm as soon as possible. Then she will be sure to bring her mother home.

Without saying anything more, Zhang Hui turned around and left without giving them a chance to speak.

The girls looked at each other, and finally shared a few cakes in silence. They spread out their bedding carefully, huddled together, and spent a long night in fear.

After several days and nights of heavy snow, it finally stopped at dawn. This small village at the foot of the snow-capped mountains was still quiet, without a single sound.

The snow stopped and the sun did not appear. The gray clouds seemed to be brewing the next snowstorm.

Zhang Hui woke his mother up, asked her to take the spiritual liquid again, and then put the invisibility talisman on her again, leaving her alone here in a daze. This was also the inevitable process for her to regain her sanity.

She came to the upper house, which had three rooms, one on the east and one on the west, and the main room in the middle, where guests were entertained and where the Zhou family usually had their meals.

In the east room lived Zhou Pozi, and in the west room lived Zhou Dagang. The two of them stayed in the illusion array for most of the night, having beautiful dreams one after another, but when they woke up, there was nothing.

Feeling very unlucky, he went back to his room to sleep, but found that neither his bedding nor his blankets were anywhere to be found. Mrs. Zhou scolded him for an hour or two without stopping.

Later, Zhou Dagang couldn't stand the cold anymore and called her. The two of them had to put on all the thin and thick clothes, and also found a thin quilt that Zhang Hui had ignored and placed in the corner. At least they got through the night first, and went to find the village chief to catch the thief tomorrow.

The mother and daughter spent the long night together like this, and as a result, they both developed a high fever from the cold, and their faces were as red as if they were painted with blush. You didn't need to get close to know that you could steam the eggs and they would be cooked.

Zhang recalled her first life, when she also ignored it and cursed inwardly that they deserved it. Let them accept their fate. If they survived, they would live. If they couldn't, they would be thrown into the ravine. They should feel relieved. She followed their style of doing things meticulously.

She reached out and pulled the key that Mrs. Zhou had tied around her waist, and opened the cabinet door to get the food. Mrs. Zhou was half asleep when she felt someone taking her key, and she screamed in shock: "There's a thief! Catch the thief!"

She thought she was speaking loudly, but in fact, she was just talking in her mouth, so low that it was inaudible. Zhang Hui ignored her and cleared out all the food in the cabinet.

He went to the kitchen and quickly made dozens of pancakes. He also boiled a large pot of porridge, added pickled green onions and bacon, and added a few drops of Mrs. Zhou's precious sesame oil. I felt so sorry for her, huh!

Without wasting too much time, she used her body skills to quickly cross the village. The ancestral hall was in the center of the village, and the Zhou family was at the southernmost end of the village.

The girls had woken up long ago, but they were holding their rumbling stomachs and no one dared to move, fearing that they would attract bad guys. When they saw Zhang Hui coming in, their eyes lit up, and the brave ones came over and said, "You're here."

Zhang Hui silently took out food from the basket and placed it on the ground for them to eat. The girls didn't care about the hot porridge and ate it impatiently. The coldness of the night seemed to be dispelled by this mouthful of warm porridge.

Suddenly, Zhang Hui looked towards the door coldly. Someone was coming. Some sensitive girls seemed to sense something, so they stopped drinking their porridge and looked towards the door anxiously.

A thin black paw appeared from the crack of the door, and the next second, a pair of thieving eyes looked inside. "Did you see anything?" someone asked quietly from behind.

"No, nothing!"

"Then why are you blocking the door? Come in!"

"It's scary because there's nothing, isn't it?" the first one retorted tremblingly.

"Then then... those women are gone..."

"Was he eaten by a ghost?"

“Ah…ah!” There was a commotion at the door, and then two slaps were heard, followed by Uncle De’s majestic voice: “What are you arguing about? Bullshit, what’s going on in broad daylight? Tell me what’s going on!”

The visitors shut up one after another, and for a moment there was silence inside and outside the house.

"There's no one in the ancestral hall, which means those women ran away. There's nothing to be afraid of. They can't run far in our place. It's cold as an ice cave, and they don't know the way. Shuanzi, you take Mazi and Zhuzi and the others to catch them back."

Uncle De waved his hand nonchalantly, "Go quickly, and throw him into the ravine if he freezes to death." He took out his pipe and prepared to take a puff of cigarette.

A few people agreed and turned to leave. The remaining twenty or so people surrounded Uncle De and waited for his next instructions.

Uncle De took a long puff of smoke and bit the pipe: "It's too cold outside, let's go to the ancestral hall and warm up first."

In the ancestral hall, the girls' hearts instantly jumped into their throats. Although everyone wanted to believe what Zhang Hui said, she was still a child after all. What if she was really discovered?

Perhaps it was because they were so frightened that although most of the girls' tears kept flowing like a faucet that could not be stopped, they covered their mouths with all their might and did not make a sound. They just waited helplessly.

At this moment, time stood still, the air solidified, and Zhang Hui smiled.