Xu Qiuyan's Mother, This Woman Was Still the Same

This was a prison.

Those imprisoned here were all people who liked opposing her.

Of course, there were also some people she had captured who originally did not belong to our world.

Like those Black-Robed Men.

The Black-Robed Men had not been born this way. They truly came from Ye Jinghong's world—or rather, the world I had originally come from as well.

Yet I no longer had the slightest memory of that world. Even though Ye Jinghong had mentioned some things about it to me, I still could not remember anything.

The people of that world all had certain abilities.

Some of them were not even any less capable than Ye Jinghong.

But they had a major flaw: they were indifferent to human feelings and placed profit above all else. Anyone who put profit first would have many weaknesses, and those weaknesses eventually became their fatal wounds.

They would even betray one another, all for the sake of maximizing their own gains.

They simply had not expected that this would turn them into prisoners, eventually remade into tools.

After hearing Xu Qiuyan's mother talk on and on, I was finally certain that Old Shu and the others had truly been captured by her. It should not have happened. Old Shu was an incredibly shrewd man, and it seemed that Dan Zeng and Xie Yi had been captured along with him. That was even more unbelievable. Which one of them was not extraordinarily cunning?

"Have you thought it over? Do you want to join us?" She looked at me and asked with a smile. Her gaze occasionally drifted toward her daughter beside her. Perhaps she believed that I would agree to her demands for Xu Qiuyan's sake.

But I shook my head. "I really haven't considered it. You are you, and