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The kidnappers weren't Japanese at all; they were speaking Mandarin with a Jian'an accent. This sudden discovery startled Jing Chunxi and Xiao Man.

Soon, the "Japanese" driving the cart also muttered something, with impatience in his voice. They both recognized that he was scolding the oxen pulling the cart for going too slowly. This familiar accent made Jing Chunxi and Xiao Man more convinced that these people were definitely not real Japanese.

At the beginning, Xiaoman would occasionally whimper, and his mouth, with the towel flying off, would make "wooooo" noises. Occasionally, you could hear him looking for his grandparents.

Jing Chunxi tried her best to remain calm, occasionally whimpering along with Xiaoman, or turning sideways and gently touching Xiaoman with her elbow. To the thieves, it seemed like a sister was silently comforting her brother.

Most of the young men and children in the village should have been abducted. Although the old man and the old woman said that no one could hand over the tea this time, it was surprising that only the two of them were abducted from the entire village.

The oxcart jolted along for about a cup of tea before arriving at another village. However, the oxcart did not enter the village, but stopped under the eaves of a dilapidated house on the side of the road. Here, they finally had company.

The one who was thrown up, tied tightly, was a little girl of only four or five years old. She was thrown between Jing Chunxi and Xiao Man.

Facing Jing Chunxi, the little girl's eyes were tearless, and her gagged mouth uttered no sound. Her face was round and fleshy, not like she'd been starving. Even though her face was covered in dust, her eyes were still gleaming black, and her nose was high, with a slightly upturned tip, a cute touch. From such a close distance, it was clear she was a beauty.

When she was thrown up, she struggled a few times with her hands and feet, but soon found that she couldn't move, so she simply stopped moving. She stared at Jing Chunxi face to face for a while, and perhaps feeling bored, she rubbed her hands and feet hard, and turned herself over, rolling over to Xiaoman's side.

Across from her, Xiao Man had just sobbed a few times, her tears making her face look like a cat, wet and dirty. Noticing that the dirt on Xiao Man's face was about to rub against her, the little girl immediately snorted in disgust, rolled over, and turned to face Jing Chunxi again, moving her body closer to him.

Xiaoman... was rejected and wanted to cry but had no tears. He really didn't want to cry, okay.

This time, the little girl studied Jing Chunxi carefully. The young lady's face was fair and clean, quite pretty. Although she was wearing old clothes, she looked clean. Her features were well-made, and her large eyes with long eyelashes stared at her. Although they looked inquisitive, they seemed kind.

The little girl looked for a while, then finally stopped twirling around. Jing Chunxi didn't see a trace of fear in her eyes, but rather a calmness that belied her age. What surprised her most was that, although the little girl's clothes weren't very new, they were made of the finest silk.

Thinking of the dilapidated thatched hut where she was caught just now, Jing Chunxi seemed to be lost in thought.

Over the little girl's head, Jing Chunxi and Xiao Man exchanged a glance. Xiao Man's expression matched Jing Chunxi's, both filled with suspicion. They both knew in their hearts that the little girl's appearance might not be accidental.

The last person thrown onto the carriage was a ragged middle-aged man who had been caught on the roadside.

The man was thrown at the back of the car. Although they were not close to each other, the three of them were forced to hold their breath - it was too... too smelly. He was a real beggar.

He exuded an unpleasant odor, causing everyone to frown. However, his appearance also made Jing Chunxi and Xiao Man realize that these people's kidnapping targets seemed to be irregular. As long as they could be caught and were in good health, they would be taken away.

By the time they were locked in the small dark room, the sky was already turning white. They had no idea where they were and could only close their eyes and rest for a while. After a night of tossing and turning, they were exhausted, but their hearts were still filled with anxiety and doubt.

After a long time, Jing Chunxi opened his eyes in the early morning light and found that there were more than a dozen people locked up in the small dark room. They were sleeping in a mess, with a thin layer of straw underneath.

Most of the captives were men, with no girls or women. There were two children like them, both boys, about ten years old.

After being thrown in, the little girl had been clinging to Jing Chunxi the entire time, while Xiao Man was thrown at their feet. The beggar was thrown into the farthest corner, emitting an unbearable stench that made him extremely disgusting.

Jing Chunxi struggled to rub the rag in her mouth against the wall. After more than a dozen rubs, it finally fell out. She took several long, suffocating breaths of air, feeling the sides of her mouth go numb. She wanted to rub her cheeks and jaw, but her hands and feet were tied tightly, preventing her from moving.

Looking around, I saw that besides the door I had come in through, there was only one small window on the opposite wall. It was so high that it required two adults to hold it up to reach it, and it was sealed tightly with wooden boards.

The few rays of light coming through the window made her realize that it was already daytime.

After a long night of tossing and turning, the oxcart was so bumpy that it was impossible to sleep. Jing Chunxi used his mouth to bite off the rags in Xiaoman and the little girl's mouths, but none of the three of them said a word to each other.

It wasn't long before they fell asleep lying on their sides.