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The two men, dressed in coarse cloth short jackets, wore malicious smiles and stared intently at him, making Mo Ziyu feel uneasy.

"Young man, you are quite handsome." One of the bearded men grinned, revealing yellowed teeth. As he spoke, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with body odor wafted over.

Mo Ziyu shrank back in fright, her small hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly as she looked at the two men warily: "Who are you? I don't know you!"

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know us, just come with us, and we guarantee you’ll be well-fed and clothed.” Another tall, thin man said, reaching out to grab his arm.

Mo Ziyu reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side and running into the depths of the alley.

He was young, but his strides were not small. However, the two men were seasoned street hustlers and very agile. He hadn't run more than a few steps before the bearded man grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Mo Ziyu struggled desperately, her little hands grabbing wildly, crying out loudly, "Auntie! Save me! Zhan Xiaobai! Save me!"

But this alley was remote and rarely frequented by people. His cries echoed throughout the alley, yet they didn't attract even a single passerby.

Fearing he would cause too much trouble, the two men simply took out a handkerchief with a pungent smell and covered his mouth and nose tightly.

Mo Ziyu felt a sweet, metallic smell rush into his nostrils, his head instantly became dizzy, his struggles grew weaker and weaker, and finally, everything went black before his eyes, and he completely lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Ziyu woke up groggily, feeling pain all over his body, as if he had been thrown into something hard and stiff.

He struggled to open his eyes, and an indescribable stench instantly filled his nostrils—a sour, putrid smell mixed with the pungent odor of feces—causing him to gag.

He struggled to sit up, only to find that his hands and feet were bound by thick hemp ropes, and he could not move.

It was dark all around, with only a narrow gap overhead letting in a little light.

In the dim light, Mo Ziyu finally saw that he had been thrown into a manure cart!

The carriage was filled with filth, and sticky liquid slowly flowed down the walls, wetting his clothes and emitting a nauseating odor.

Mo Ziyu felt his stomach churning, and tears welled up uncontrollably, not from fear, but from the stench that made him feel uncomfortable.

"Ugh... It stinks..." he choked out, his voice barely audible, as if afraid of attracting something terrible.

Just then, he heard a soft sob beside him.

Mo Ziyu was taken aback. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small figure huddled in the other corner of the carriage.

It was a little girl, about five or six years old, wearing a brand-new pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), which was now stained with many dirt and looked quite disheveled.

She had an extremely delicate face, with slender eyebrows and large, round eyes. At this moment, her eyes were red-rimmed, and tears still clung to her long eyelashes. Her lips were a bright cherry red. Even with her face covered in tears, she could not hide her lively and charming nature.

The little girl, with her rosy lips and white teeth, was clearly also quite overwhelmed by the stench. Her body trembled slightly. When she saw Mo Ziyu looking over, she was startled and shrank back. Then, she opened her big, wet eyes and looked at him timidly: "You...you were also kidnapped by bad guys?"

Mo Ziyu looked at her, and the fear in his heart subsided slightly. He nodded, his voice trembling with tears, "Yes, do you know where they're taking me?"

The little girl shook her head, tears streaming down her face even more: "I don't know. I came out with your nanny to buy hairpins, and then two men in black grabbed me. I miss my mother, I'm so scared!"

As she spoke, she covered her face and began to cry softly. Her sobs were so gentle and soft that they made Mo Ziyu feel a pang of sadness.

He looked at the little girl, then at the filthy manure cart, and a strong sense of resentment welled up inside him.

He didn't want to be taken away by these bad guys. He wanted to go back to the Zhan family mansion, play with Zhan Xiaobai, and eat the osmanthus cake made by his great-aunt.

To comfort the little girl, he stepped forward and reached out to wipe her tears: "Don't cry, can you tell me your name? I can tell you mine first, my name is Mo Ziyu!"

The little girl answered, sobbing, "I... my name is Tang Xueyi, and my nickname is Xue'er!"

Mo Ziyu couldn't help but exclaim, "Xue'er? That's quite a nice voice!"

The little girl answered earnestly, "It was my mother who named it, but my mother is very busy every day. She has to go to the pharmacy to treat patients and save lives. She leaves early and returns late. I can only see her when I am sick!"

Mo Ziyu couldn't help but click her tongue: "You're so pitiful! My mother is too controlling. I can see her as soon as I open my eyes. I wish we could switch places!"

The car bumped along for who knows how long, the wheels crunching and rattling over the uneven dirt road, making a sound that felt like it was about to break your bones.

Mo Ziyu and the little girl were crammed into the narrow carriage, their bodies covered in filth. The stench grew stronger and stronger, making them both dizzy and weak, barely able to speak.

"I'm so thirsty!" the little girl said weakly, her voice barely audible.

Mo Ziyu also felt his throat was extremely dry. He looked at the narrow gap above his head and a thought suddenly came to mind.

He struggled to move his body, rubbing against the wall of the carriage, his back pressed tightly against the cold wooden board. Then he twisted his bound hands and feet, trying to bump his shoulder against the gap.

He was young and not very strong, and it took him several tries to force the gap open a little. A rush of fresh air rushed in, and although it still carried a faint stench, it invigorated the two of them.

"What are you doing?" The little girl looked at him curiously, forgetting her crying.

"I want... I want to see where it is outside, maybe I can find a chance to escape." Mo Ziyu was panting, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and as he spoke, he kept a watchful eye on the sounds outside the car.

The two men could be heard talking outside the car; their voices were rough and smug.

"These two children are so beautiful, they'll definitely fetch a good price if sold to the south."

"Of course, especially that young man, he's even more handsome than the girls, that's what wealthy families like!"

Their conversation drifted into the carriage word for word, and Mo Ziyu and the little girl's faces instantly turned deathly pale.

Sell ​​them to the south?

Mo Ziyu's heart sank to the bottom. He remembered what Zhan Miao had said about human traffickers, saying that most of the children sold to the south would be tortured beyond recognition and would never be able to return home.

Fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, and he bit his lip hard to keep from crying out. Looking at the little girl beside him, trembling with fear, a sudden surge of courage welled up within him.

He couldn't just accept his fate.

He wanted to escape.

We will definitely be able to escape.