Yikang slowly crossed the threshold of the tower.

There were no lights here, and the only light came from the moonlight leaking through the broken windows on both sides.

She drew the long sword from her waist, the sound of metal grinding against its unsheath gave her a slight sense of security.

The wooden floor has probably not been repaired for a long time, and every step, no matter how light and careful, makes a slight "creaking" sound.

Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness here.

On all sides are scattered tables and chairs, some wooden cabinets of different heights, and some small furnishings that are indistinguishable.

The rising wooden staircase is in the center of the tower, and there is a faint glow of fire on the second floor.

Yikang's breathing became a little more rapid than before—in the silence, she could hear her heart pounding.

"Don't play this trick with me again!" Yikang yelled at the darkness, "There's a kind of come out and speak!" ”

The voice reverberates.

Yikang gasped, realizing that her earlier shouts didn't seem to be intimidating, and the tremor of her tail note completely exposed the fear in her heart.

It's not a good start.

It can even be said that it is a bit embarrassing.

Yikang clenched the sword in his hand.

She slowly walked to the edge of the central staircase - yes, there was indeed a fire on the second floor.

Yikang slowly climbed the dusty handrail, the end of the sword lightly striking the edge of each step until she could slowly see the second floor of the tower, and her steps stopped.

Only a faint oil lamp burned by the window, and the wind outside the window blew the small flame almost out several times, and the entire second floor was empty, with no half of a human figure.

"Anyone?" Yikang asked again.

Didn't answer her.

Suddenly, Yikang's eyes lit up as he looked around—and under the oil lamp, there seemed to be a letter pressed down.

It looked the same as the letter she picked up in front of the courtyard of Bai's house this morning.

Yikang's footsteps suddenly quickened, running towards the only light on the second floor, she raised her hand to get the letter under the lampholder, and suddenly felt that she didn't know what to step on, and her diaphragm was uncomfortable.

Before she could look down, a middle-aged man's shouting suddenly came from all sides - "Wait for the fart!?" Collect! ”

Yikang was stunned, suddenly aware of the danger in her heart, and was about to raise her sword to respond, but she was already out of balance - a huge net lifted from all sides of her, salvaging her whole person in mid-air.

Yikang was bound by the net, nearly hanging upside down, her sword unarmed in a panic, stuck in one of the net's eyes.

A young man jumped closer, quickly and delicately drew his sword, and held it in his hand.

"Hey, as soon as the little girl came in, she drew her sword, and she thought she had hit some hard stubble, which scared me...... Oops, this sword!! This steel!! That's great! It's mine! ”

"Do you want a girl's sword? You shameless thing. ”

"The one last time didn't say that this girl could use a sword." In the darkness, a slightly green male voice came, "Didn't you say that she was the daughter of a doctor, how could she still do kung fu?" ”

"The last one was not honest, what's so strange about hiding a sentence or two from you? The first time she was arrested, she gave us so much wrong information, and the second time she was on the neck, she was willing to tell the truth...... I should have slaughtered it directly, and my second brother had to wait for hot water-"

"That's it!" The middle-aged man at the head waved his hand, "Don't mention the past." ”

The surroundings were quiet, and only Yikang was still alone in the rope net to fight the trapped beasts, hoarsely and cruelly.

"Bring a stick." The middle-aged man whispered to the side.

A large, smooth and stout wooden stick was placed in the palm of the middle-aged man's palm.

With a loud shout, he hit Yikang in the rope net three times, and the rope net hanging in the air was whipped and swayed, and Yikang's previous shouting also stopped abruptly.

"Little girl, you don't have much ability, and your voice is so loud." The middle-aged man's voice was a little disgusted, "Shout again, grandpa will open your head now, do you hear?" ”

Yikang was in pain that almost suffocated.

This kind of pain is completely different from Yining's previous admonition with a ring ruler.

She was just about to open her mouth to answer, but the middle-aged man slapped another flying stick - this time directly on Yikang's calf, she was so painful that she couldn't make any sound, only heard the man say in a cold voice, "Get off the net, tie up!" ”

……

Torches illuminate the second floor of the tower.

It used to be a post house, or inn, full of rooms of similar size, and the open space in the middle had been completely emptied, except for a large table and many sandbags.

She had thought that this would be a stronghold for these people, but listening to their conversations, she felt that these people were not very familiar with this place.

Maybe it's just a temporary choice to capture yourself.

Yikang had her hands tied behind her back and her feet tied, and they didn't gagged her - there was no need, the four sticks just now had already stunned the little girl.

If you fight again, you will probably be killed.

Yikang gasped weakly, his right foot completely out of strength.

But she still has a dagger hidden in her sleeve.

She counted them carefully, and there were about seven or eight people in front of her, all men, all wearing hoods, and only one pair of eyes were outside.

They did not rush to do the interrogation, but dealt with the traces they left here little by little under the command of the middle-aged man.

A few young men looked over to Yikang from time to time—with clear salivation in their eyes.

Yikang glared at each other, but as if to arouse their interest, they exchanged words and then erupted into a disgusting laugh.

Everything was cleaned up, and the middle-aged man who had done it earlier also walked over with a torch.

Yikang glared at him.

"It's beautiful." The man suddenly gave an objective evaluation, his mask moved, and he seemed to grin, "This face, you can be an Oiran lady if you put it in Baihuaya, right?" ”

The people on the side rubbed their hands and laughed, "This temperament is too wild, even if you can't be an Oiran if you send it over, you have to press it first." ”

"How to press? Will you press? The middle-aged man looked back.

"Haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run?" The man began to untie his belt as he spoke, "The main thing is that I don't have that chance, otherwise I'm here-"

The middle-aged man took a sip, "Get out of here." ”

In the firelight, the men laughed and cursed, making meaty jokes.

Yikang listened to the conversation of several people, and his face was almost bloodless.

She looked at the window......

It's not far away, but it's the second floor, and you can't fall to your death even if you jump.

"What are you doing by looking at the window," the middle-aged man said coldly, "you just jumped down and fell into a pile of dead meat, and the brothers can still be merry." ”

Yikang shuddered, "You guys...... What the hell do you want...... What to do......"

"Look, the little girl's face turned white with fright." The middle-aged man reached out and gently scraped Yikang's cheek, his eyes showing indifference, "It's up to you what we want to do and what we will do......

"The choice is yours."

Yikang's eyes were full of distrust, "What...... Choose? ”

"Say a name, name someone you know." The middle-aged man laughed, "We'll let you go tonight, and then we'll go to that person's trouble, and we won't touch a finger of you." ”