Gourmet Girl: Becoming a Royal Merchant Started from Selling Buns

In the secret room, Su An was lying on the cold and damp ground, his skin covered with bloodstains and bruises. The bloodstains had dried up and stuck to his torn clothes, making him look tattered.

Time passed slowly in the pain of darkness, and before I knew it, it was night.

Su An fainted and was woken up by pain several times, and his stomach finally started to growl.

She couldn't help but curl up in pain, cursing, "These damn bastards, if they can't beat me to death, do they want to starve me to death?"

But just as he was cursing, a laugh suddenly came from outside the secret room, sounding like a ghost in the darkness.

Su An suddenly felt creepy, and all the hairs on his body stood up.

She turned her head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the voice, only to find that the messenger had been standing in the darkness outside, looking at her quietly.

The look in his eyes was like that of a condescending hunter, admiring a dying prey, with a sickly and twisted light in his eyes.

What the hell!

"You! When were you there?"

Staring at people like a ghost in the middle of the night, I think there must be something seriously wrong with his brain!

Su An was shocked, angry, and speechless. He gritted his teeth and asked, "I say, what on earth are you trying to do? If you have any conspiracy, just come out and don't act like a coward!"

The messenger looked at her quietly, smiling without saying a word, but the laughter sounded particularly harsh to Su An.

After looking for a while, he turned around and left with a satisfied look, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Su An was instantly choked and rolled his eyes in anger.

Psychopath? Pervert?

"Oh!" She collapsed on the ground helplessly, pursed her lips, and didn't even have the energy to curse.

I don't know when Fu Zhun will come to find me...

She squinted her eyes and thought in a daze, but before she could get any hope, she developed a high fever in the middle of the night.

His consciousness began to blur, and his cracked lips unconsciously sobbed nonsense.

"My car, my house... my food award... I really want to go back and eat fried chicken, cola, and hamburgers..."

"Maybe if I die this time, my soul will really be able to float back."

Su An muttered to himself, his brow furrowed, his face showing both pain and relief.

"Traveling in ancient times was so, so difficult. I really want to go back..."

The messenger came to the secret room again. As soon as he approached the door, he heard Su An's nonsense. His eyes immediately tightened and he felt something was wrong.

"Soul? Float back?!"

He walked quickly to Su An, grabbed her neck, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes: "You? Who are you? No...who is the soul in this body? You are not Su An, right!"

He stared at Su An, his voice even trembling with incredible anger, and the strength in his hands continued to increase.

Su An was strangled to the point of having difficulty breathing. He opened his eyes with difficulty and met his furious gaze.

In an instant, that nauseating and disgusting feeling of familiarity flashed through my mind.

"Ahem... I, I am Su An, but I am not Su An..."

"You!" The messenger's pupils suddenly trembled, "Tell me the truth, who are you? Where is the original Su An?!"

Su An stared at him without blinking, and forced a smile with great difficulty, but it was full of sarcasm: "Haha... the original Su An? She died a long time ago! She died when I got here!"

Upon hearing this, the messenger's breathing suddenly became choked, and a sharp pain rose in his heart.

His eyes became extremely complicated, with astonishment and absurdity, and then a burst of anger burst out.

"I know, it was you, the evil ghost, who took over Su An's body and killed her!" The messenger roared with gritted teeth, suddenly increasing the strength in his hands, and his veins bulged.

"You devil, give her back to me now!"

"He Cheng!" Su An shouted with all his might, looking fiercely at the messenger in front of him.

Sure enough, He Cheng froze when his identity was recognized, and his exposed eyes widened rapidly.

He never thought that he had hidden himself so deeply, but at this moment Su An discovered his identity.

When Su An saw his reaction, she wanted to laugh and her eyes seemed to want to dig two holes in his body.

"It was you who killed Su An, He Cheng, have you forgotten?"

"You are a famous scholar who passed the imperial examination, but you are in debt and refuse to pay it back. Your whole family has moved away and you broke your marriage contract, leaving Su An to be pointed at by everyone as a lowly person who wants to climb up the social ladder!"

"She was already frail and sickly. After you swindled her out of her savings, she had no money for medical treatment. In the end, she couldn't bear the rumors and died in bed!"

Su An's voice was very weak, but every word he spoke was filled with sarcasm.

He Cheng staggered back a few steps as if his soul had been sucked out, with deep shock and loss in his eyes.

The face hidden behind the black scarf was distorted by a mixture of sadness, anger and shame, and finally tears gradually welled up in the eyes.

Seeing this, Su An's inner ridicule intensified. He sneered, "Why, are you pretending to be sad now? What qualifications do you have? You are so heartless and ungrateful that you destroyed everything she had with your own hands."

The cold voice was like a sharp blade, piercing He Cheng's heart.

He Cheng was completely enraged by Su An's words. He rushed forward and grabbed Su An's neck again.

His hands trembled with anger, and he used so much force that he almost crushed Su An's slender neck.

"You bitch, what nonsense! It was you who took her body. I will kill you to avenge her!"

His eyes were filled with crazy hatred, as if he wanted to eat Su An alive.

Su An had difficulty breathing, but he stared at He Cheng stubbornly, with a more sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Revenge, okay, you are the source of Su An's tragedy, you are the enemy who killed her!"

"If you have the guts, just keep your word and kill yourself by hitting your head against the wall!"

"Bitch! Don't think I dare not kill—"

But before he could finish his words, at this critical moment, one of his subordinates rushed into the secret room.

"Master Envoy, this is bad! The King of Zhenbei has arrived with a large number of troops!"

He Cheng was pinching Su An's hand and paused. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

He angrily pushed Su An away, and Su An's body flew out like a fallen leaf, hit the wall heavily, and then fell to the ground.

"You're lucky this time. I'll deal with Fu Zhun first, then I'll deal with you!"

After He Cheng finished speaking viciously, he hurriedly left the secret room with his subordinates, leaving behind Su An, who was dizzy from the fall and kept gasping for breath.

Damn scumbag!

At this time, outside, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the surroundings were dim. Only the torches in the hands of the soldiers led by Fu Zhun swayed in the wind, illuminating the icy atmosphere.

Fu Zhun sat in a wheelchair, his stern face illuminated by the firelight, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

His eyes were as sharp as a falcon's as he stared at the house in front of him and He Cheng who was striding out.

"Hand over Su An, and I will spare your life!"