Digging up spiritual roots and seizing blood? You scumbags, wait and tremble.

The short middle-aged man looked around Zhong Ran. He was a little thin, but the skin exposed was really nice.

He raised his hand to pull at Zhong Ran's veil: "Since you're here, why are you still covering yourself? Take it off and let me take a good look."

Zhong Ran raised his foot and kicked the man in the crotch with great speed and force.

The short man didn't expect that such a thin girl would have such reaction speed and strength.

When he came to his senses, he seemed to hear the sound of his eggs breaking.

Zhong Ran quickly bent his knees and raised his feet again, hitting his bent chin hard.

"Ah!" A scream accompanied by his subconscious movement of bending over to cover his crotch, and his whole body flew backwards.

Jiang Zihong and the two men looked over at the same time, their eyes wide open, staring blankly at the thin girl standing there.

What just happened?

Zhong Ran ignored them and walked around the yard looking around.

There is a well on the east side of the yard, with two main rooms in the middle and two side rooms on each side. There should be a backyard at the back, which is quite a large area.

"I want this yard, you guys go now."

The three men finally came to their senses, and two of them were furious: "You bitch, you're so brave!"

They pounced towards Zhong Ran quickly, at a speed so fast that there was a sound of breaking through the air, and their eyes were sharp without any trace of contempt.

The short middle-aged man's skills were quite good among them, but he was easily knocked down by Zhong Ran. They all became alert.

The two men grabbed Zhong Ran's shoulders from the left and right. No matter which side she defended, the other one would succeed.

However, they still underestimated Zhong Ran's strength.

She lifted her right foot and used her left foot as a support point to rotate half a circle.

The two men who rushed over were kicked away without any accident.

Jiang Zihong never expected that this girl was actually a martial artist.

The short middle-aged man struggled to his feet and yelled towards the backyard: "Brothers, grab your weapons!"

Jiang Zihong retreated back under the eaves. What good would it do even if he knew a few martial arts skills?

There are more than ten people here. How can she, a young girl, knock down all of them at once?

Soon, sixteen or seventeen men rushed over from the backyard, holding long knives or long sticks.

"Where?" Someone looked around. The courtyard door was closed and a delicate girl was standing in the yard.

It's impossible to ask so many people to pick up weapons and beat up such a weak girl, right?

"Catch her." Another man also climbed up and said angrily but suppressedly, "She's a martial artist. Be careful."

The short middle-aged man looked at Zhong Ran coldly: "You little bitch, if you know what's good for you, surrender quickly, or you'll be in trouble."

Zhong Ran sneered, "Really? Then let me see how you're going to make me look bad."

After saying that, she didn't wait for the men to react and rushed over quickly, her figure like a phantom.

Rushing left and right at an extremely fast speed.

Everyone thought they were dazzled, so they quickly raised their hands to rub their eyes and then looked again.

The girl was still standing there, but a group of men, seventeen in number, armed with long knives and wooden sticks, all fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

The short man and Jiang Zihong stared with wide eyes. Who on earth was this girl? Why was she so agile?

No, this is no longer just agility, she is simply beating all of them.

Zhong Ran walked towards the short man step by step. She could see that this short middle-aged man was the one in charge here.

"You just said you wanted to see my true face?"

The short middle-aged man was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy: "Auntie, we were wrong. We won't dare to do it again."

He cursed Jiang Zihong's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. What kind of ancestors did he bring back?

Zhong Ran was bored and walked towards the main room upstairs.

The short middle-aged man kneeling outside had a fierce light in his eyes, and he suddenly stood up and pounced towards Zhong Ran.

Zhong Ran, however, seemed to have eyes on his back. He took a big step to the left, turned around and kicked over.

The short man flew out like a ball again and hit the courtyard wall hard.

Cracks appeared on the solid courtyard wall, and he slowly fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The horror in his eyes would not fade away. It felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and the pain was so severe that he was about to faint.

Jiang Zihong, who was standing under the eaves above, turned pale and moved slowly to the side.

"Ms. Li, I know I was wrong. I won't do it again. Please forgive me?"

Zhong Ran stood under the eaves, looking at the man rolling on the ground, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

She has no roots or bottom in this world, and everyone in the Zhong family wishes her dead. She cannot handle the rumors circulating outside on her own.

She had no idea how to deal with those things.

Although most of the rumors were true, facts were one thing, but she was very unhappy when someone deliberately spread them.

These people are not good people, but what does it have to do with her whether they are good people or not?

"Who are you all? What do you usually do? Tell me nicely, otherwise, I will destroy you all."

Jiang Zihong and others were so frightened that they had to tell their situation tremblingly.

It turned out that they were a group of human traffickers who specialized in trafficking attractive women and children.

Jiang Zihong was originally looking for a target on the street. Zhong Ran stopped him and asked where the pawnshop was, so he took the opportunity to bring the person back.

In the past, they would use all sorts of excuses to trick women back, or simply take a fancy to one and then scout out the location and secretly abduct the person.

After they captured people, they would send them outside to sell them, and they could make a lot of money every time.

Of course, they also engage in other gray businesses, such as collecting protection fees, murder and arson, etc.

Zhong Ran frowned and glanced at the back of the yard: "So, you have other women imprisoned in the back?"

Jiang Zihong fell to his knees with a thud, trembling uncontrollably: "Lady, please spare us. We won't dare to do it again."

Zhong Ran hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you want to die or live?"

"Lady, we naturally want to live."

Zhong Ran didn't look at him, but looked at the short middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said coldly: "What do you want to do?"

She looked at the other men again. They all looked at her with hatred in their eyes, as if they wanted to devour her flesh and blood.

She understood that these people would not obey.

She took out a bottle of black pills from her arms (from the sacred tripod). They were the charred remains from cleaning the pill furnace after she had refined the pills, and she had not had time to throw them away.

"Come here and feed them all these poison pills." She waved to Jiang Zihong: "Don't forget yourself."

Jiang Zihong was shocked and didn't want to take it, but when he thought of Zhong Ran's skills, they had no chance of escaping.

He had no choice but to step forward and take the bottle of pills reluctantly, and walked towards the short middle-aged man first.

"Uncle He, don't blame me. I don't want to die either."