Scientific Travel

As Wang Moyu fled, she didn't forget to look back to see if anyone was chasing her. She looked back five times, but there was no one behind her each time.

Did they not catch up? Or were they afraid and dared not chase after them?

Or perhaps...

Did he go after Li Pingle?

The horse has been running for three hours, half of which was spent pulling the carriage, so its speed has slowed down significantly.

If this continues, the horse will die of exhaustion before we even reach our destination.

A good horse not only needs to be physically strong, but it also needs to be well-fed. Luckily, we're not far from Hundred Flowers City, where there must be places that sell premium feed.

These days, no city is having an easy time. If Wang Moyu were to enter the city alone with his horse, it's uncertain whether he could even keep the horse safe.

Wang Moyu tied his horse to a tree outside the city and made himself look disheveled before entering the city.

The people in Baihua City seem to be doing much better than those in Xiye City. There are no beggars everywhere on the streets, and the number of stalls and vendors is about the same as before the natural disaster.

There were many pedestrians on the road, all dressed in fine clothes, and none of them showed any signs of fatigue.

Wang Moyu had dressed up to avoid drawing attention, but unexpectedly, she ended up looking even more conspicuous.

The county magistrate of Baihua City is quite capable of maintaining stability in the city during such a time.

Wang Moyu randomly chose an inn to check in, making sure to wipe her face before going in. "Get me a superior room, and bring out all your specialty dishes. Also, prepare some high-quality feed for me."

Wang Moyu gave a lot of money, so there will definitely be some left over. Consider the extra money as a tip.

Unexpectedly, the waiter refused to accept the money. "Miss, this money is not enough."

"Not enough?" Wang Moyu had been to Hundred Flowers City before and knew its prices. Even if prices had risen due to the natural disaster, they shouldn't have increased more than fifty times. "How much more are we short?"

"Ten silver coins."

"???????"

Wang Moyu could afford to pay this amount, but if he actually did, what difference would it make from being a sucker?

"I don't want to stay at the hotel anymore. Just give me a few dishes and some concentrated feed."

"Then this money isn't enough." Seeing Wang Moyu's bad expression, the waiter took the initiative to explain, "The price for our lodging hasn't increased, but the price for meals and feed has increased."

Something's wrong with this city. Prices have risen ridiculously, but the streets are full of pedestrians, and everyone seems to be doing well.

The people in Baihua City are indeed richer than those in Xiye City, but not by this much.

"Forget the vegetables, prepare some concentrated feed for me, and hurry."

"Got it."

Wang Moyu sat in the chair waiting. The waiter was very slow. She had already drunk a pot of tea, but the feed was still not ready.

There weren't many people in the shop originally, only two or three including her, but suddenly eight more people came in.

These eight people were clearly a group, both men and women, but without exception, they were all over eight feet tall. Their massive muscles looked like they were about to burst out of their clothes.

These people looked like they were not to be trifled with, and what was worse, their eyes kept glancing at Wang Moyu, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Wang Moyu forced herself to remain calm; she had no chance of winning against so many people. Of course, outsmarting them wouldn't work either.

People who can get a body like that seem to have a lower IQ than others.

Dealing with this kind of person is just as difficult as playing against an exceptionally intelligent person.

Wang Moyu remained silent, constantly calculating in his mind that if they were to run, a person with no internal energy would likely outrun a group of burly people who might not have internal energy or know any lightness skills.

After calculating for a long time, the final conclusion was that it was a 50/50 chance.

These people are strong, but they're also tall.

A tall person taking one step is equivalent to a short person taking one and a half steps.

Although Wang Moyu is not short, she is still somewhat shorter than these people.

Moreover, not only are her legs shorter than others, but her stamina is also not necessarily as long as theirs.

Running has always been her weak point.

When the waiter saw so many people arrive, he quickly went up to serve tea, and the group whispered among themselves for a while.

Taking advantage of the moment when the others were talking, Wang Moyu darted out like a sharp sword.

The first to react was a girl who had been secretly observing her. When she saw Wang Moyu run away, she quickly chased after her.

Before the people next to them could react, they were already running away.

She fled, she chased, and just as they were about to reach the city gate, the gate closed.

Wang Moyu cannot fly without wings.

The county magistrate of Baihua City was a young-looking man dressed in a blue robe. His fair and translucent skin, set against the blue robe, resembled white clouds in the sky. His eyes were round, giving him an innocent and harmless appearance.

"Since you're here, won't you stay a little longer?" Luo Qing's voice, like his personality, sounded refreshing and had a younger brother-like quality.

"Oh?" Wang Moyu's face was filled with sarcasm. "Are we that close?"

"Hahahahaha." It has to be said, Luo Qing's laughter sounded quite pleasant. But Wang Moyu just felt annoyed. "Not familiar yet, but soon we will be."

As it turns out, Luo Qing is a man of his word.

He said he would get to know Wang Moyu quickly, and he did so very quickly.

Wang Moyu was chained up, her wet hair hanging over her body, her teeth grinding together, but she didn't utter a sound.

A triangular mark was burned into his face with a branding iron, the bloody flesh turned outwards, and the faint smell of roasted meat wafted in the air.

Luo Qing held up the branding iron and said with a grin, "See, aren't we getting to know each other now?"

"Heh." Wang Moyu spoke softly, and every word she uttered now seemed to aggravate the burn on her face. "It's just that I've gotten to know you better. If you want to get to know me better, you'll have to get burned on your face too."

“That makes sense.” Luo Qing bent down, her eyes meeting Wang Moyu’s. “Since you want to get to know me better, then what’s yours is mine. Whether it’s burned on your face or burned on mine, the result is the same.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the red-hot branding iron landed on Wang Moyu's good side of her face.

Wang Moyu did not struggle, and Luo Qing's accuracy was excellent, which resulted in the two brand marks being perfectly symmetrical.

"So, are we familiar now?"

Although Wang Moyu didn't know why Luo Qing was treating her this way, she wasn't stupid enough to ask.

Asking such questions is like the victim begging the abuser to treat her better. The abuser has no remorse, and the questions only reveal their weakness and serve no purpose whatsoever.

"Familiar? Come closer, and I'll tell you whether we're familiar or not."

Luo Qing didn't move, her face showing disgust. "What? Trying to bite my ear? Such an old-fashioned method, do people still use it these days?"

"Don't worry, I won't bite your ear. I just want to smear the blood on my face on yours. That way, what's mine can truly be yours." Wang Moyu spoke weakly, but every word was clear.

"I see." Luo Qing was persuaded and moved her face closer to Wang Moyu's.

Wang Moyu judged the distance accurately, then suddenly raised her right foot and kicked Luo Qing in the groin.

Wang Moyu used all his strength in that kick, catching Luo Qing off guard. She curled up on the ground in pain, unable to straighten up.

"Now we're familiar with each other."

Luo Qing was in so much pain that she couldn't hear what Wang Moyu was saying. Fine beads of sweat covered her face. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks, and she screamed incessantly.

"What are you yelling about? Go see a doctor if you're sick." This time, Wang Moyu spoke with more strength, not caring that opening her mouth wide would aggravate the pain on her face.

The corner of her mouth was pulled to the wound, and drops of blood dripped down, making her look no different from a female ghost.

People outside heard Luo Qing's voice and rushed in. When they saw Wang Moyu's face, they were all stunned for a few seconds.

Wang Moyu seemed oblivious to the pain, still smiling despite her bruised face.

Luo Qing clutched his groin and rolled on the ground. You didn't even need to ask what happened to him.

The women who had come in all left, leaving only two men to help Luo Qing out.

This kick looked incredibly powerful, and Luo Qing didn't come looking for Wang Moyu for at least a day.

From the moment she entered, Wang Moyu began to survey her surroundings. This must be a private prison. She passed three empty cells on her way in.

The room was small, with bloodstains still visible on the cement walls. There was a table on the left with 24 knives on it.

Judging from the shadows cast on the ground, there was a window to Wang Moyu's left rear, positioned quite high, at least two meters above the ground. It wasn't large, but it was more than enough for one person to pass through.