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Mo Ziyu took a deep breath, trying to suppress the panic in his heart, and began to carefully examine everything in the carriage.

His gaze fell on a broken splinter in the corner of the carriage, and his eyes lit up instantly.

He struggled to move his body, inching closer and closer to the splinter.

His back ached from the rough wooden planks, and the sticky filth clung to his skin, making him extremely uncomfortable. But he couldn't care less about that; he had only one thought in his mind: to get the splinter and cut the rope!

The little girl seemed to understand his intention, and stopped crying. She stared at him intently with her bright, sparkling eyes, afraid of making the slightest sound and alerting the human traffickers outside the car.

The wheels continued to bounce, and the men outside the cart continued to talk and laugh loudly, completely unaware that inside the stinking manure cart, two small figures were plotting an escape.

Mo Ziyu's fingers finally touched the sharp wooden splinter. The icy touch made his heart beat faster.

He carefully hooked the splinter with his fingertips and then slowly moved it toward his bound wrist.

The sharp tip of the splinter cut his skin with a light touch, drawing out a bead of bright red blood.

Despite the pain, Mo Ziyu seemed oblivious, gritting his teeth and slowly cutting the thick hemp rope.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks, falling on his small face covered in sweat and grime. His almond-shaped eyes shone brightly, revealing a tenacity and stubbornness beyond his years.

The hemp rope was rough, and the splinters were sharp. With each cut, Mo Ziyu's wrist would sting, and blood would slowly seep out from the skin of his wrist, staining the rope red and wetting his sleeves.

The little girl held her breath, her big eyes fixed on his movements, her small hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The laughter and conversation outside the carriage continued, occasionally punctuated by the sharp crack of whips striking the mules and horses, each sound like a blow to their hearts.

"Quick! Almost done!" Mo Ziyu gritted his teeth, his voice so low it was almost inaudible. Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped into his neck, bringing a sticky, uncomfortable feeling.

He dared not use too much force, for fear of making too much noise, so he could only patiently grind the hemp rope little by little.

Finally, with a soft snap, the hemp rope on her wrist broke.

Mo Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring the pain in his wrist, and immediately used his uninjured hand to untie the ropes on his feet.

Having learned from his previous experience, he was much faster this time, and in no time he broke free of his restraints.

He rubbed his numb hands and feet, then crawled to the little girl's side and pulled her bound hands and feet in front of him. The ropes binding the little girl were even tighter, so Mo Ziyu had to pick up the wooden splinter again and carefully cut the ropes for her.

The little girl looked at the wound on his wrist, her eyes reddening again, and whispered, "Thank you, big brother."

Mo Ziyu looked up at her, shook his head, and gestured for her to be quiet.

Just then, the carriage suddenly stopped.

A bearded man's voice came from outside the car: "Damn it, this lousy road is shaking my bones to pieces. Let's take a break, have some water, and then continue."

Immediately following were the sounds of two people getting out of the car and the clinking of kettles.

Mo Ziyu's heart jumped into his throat. He quickly hid the wooden splinter behind his back and gestured for the little girl to be quiet.

The little girl trembled with fright and quickly covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

The carriage was eerily quiet; the only sounds were the two people's rapid breathing and the conversations of the men outside.

"Do you think those two little brats will cause trouble in there?" The tall, thin man's voice carried a hint of worry.

"What's there to be afraid of? They're all drugged and tied up tightly, what can they do?" The bearded man snorted nonchalantly. "Once we've rested enough, we'll get going. We must reach the ferry before dark."

Mo Ziyu's heart sank. A ferry crossing? Were they going to send him and the little girl onto a boat?

No, we absolutely cannot let them succeed!

He quietly moved to the gap in the carriage and looked out through the gap.

Two men were sitting on a roadside stone drinking water, while their mules and horses grazed leisurely on the roadside grass. Not far away was a dense forest.

Run! We must escape into the woods!

Mo Ziyu instantly had an idea. He turned to look at the little girl and lowered his voice, saying, "When I lift the carriage curtain later, you follow me into the woods, run as far as you can, understand?"

The little girl nodded vigorously, her eyes full of trust.

Mo Ziyu took a deep breath, gripped the wooden spike in his hand, and listened carefully to the sounds outside the car.

While the two men were engrossed in their conversation and completely off guard, he suddenly reached out and lifted the curtain of the manure cart.

An even stronger stench hit them, causing the two men to wrinkle their brows and instinctively move aside.

It's now!

Mo Ziyu grabbed the little girl's hand and shouted, "Run!"

The two of them galloped towards the woods not far away like wild horses.

"Oh no! The little brat has run away!" The bearded man was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, roared, threw down the water bottle in his hand, and took off after him.

The tall, thin man also came to his senses and followed after them, cursing under his breath.

The wind whistled past their ears as Mo Ziyu, holding the little girl's hand, ran as fast as he could. He was slightly older and stronger than her, practically dragging her along. The footsteps behind them grew closer, mingled with the angry curses of the men.

"Faster! Faster!" Mo Ziyu gritted his teeth, his small body bursting with astonishing strength.

Just as they were about to rush into the woods, the bearded man suddenly accelerated and grabbed Mo Ziyu by the back of his collar.

"Trying to run? No way!" The man grinned maliciously, pulling hard to drag him back.

Mo Ziyu's eyes turned red with anger. He suddenly turned around and stabbed the wooden splinter in his hand fiercely into the man's arm!

Although he had never formally studied martial arts, he often saw his father training soldiers, and he had memorized some of the moves so well that he could handle even a petty thief.

The man was stabbed and screamed in agony.

At this moment, Tang Xueyi was also grabbed by another man. She instinctively cried out, "Big brother, save me!"

Mo Ziyu turned around and pounced on another man like a fierce wolf cub.

He plunged the thorns into his palm, pulled Tang Xueyi up, and plunged into the dense forest.

Seeing that they couldn't catch up, the two men roared angrily, "You think going into the mountains is a way to survive? It's getting dark, and the wild animals in the mountains will not let you go. Get out here right now!"