Guard Liu returned to the nearest village and inquired a bit, only to discover that this village had long been uninhabited; a fire two years ago had killed most of the residents.
Even passersby felt it was full of grievances and dared not approach easily.
But Ruan Mian never believed in such things and, under the gloomy sky, entered together with Guard Liu.
The village wasn't very large, and the two planned to search separately. However, they hadn't gone far when they faintly heard a man's voice.
They exchanged a glance and indeed headed in the direction of the voice.
In the dilapidated stable next to a dry well, dozens of young women were tied up. They were all thin and terrified, likely captive here for some time.
A man in red noble attire lay in a pile of wine bottles, his consciousness muddled.
Wasn't this Mu Ren? How did he go mad so quickly from the Prince Mansion to here?
