Miao Ke'er, known as the witch of Yun City, had seen many things. Yet, as the young lady of the Miao family, she had seldom witnessed so many people being slaughtered at once. Her heart was filled with panic.
As Miao Ke'er's heart was pounding in fear, surprisingly, about a dozen of the hostages woke up.
Pushing Xiao Qiang away, Miao Ke'er snorted: "You lied to me, they didn't die."
Xiao Qiang chuckled: "They have forgotten everything from the past, and I'm too lazy to explain what happened in the last hour."
Frantically, Miao Ke'er grabbed Xiao Qiang's hand tighter: "Xiao Qiang, please, don't scare me anymore. My heart can't take it."
Xiao Qiang laughed: "Don't worry."
Surrounded by confusion, the awakened hostages were baffled by their circumstances. They had accepted their fate and yet, they were here.
"Where on earth are we? Some barren mountains?"
"I remember we were kidnapped, shouldn't we still be on the plane?"
"Where's the plane? Did we crash?"
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