Dung Escape

--One hour earlier--

The cramped, pitch-black space swayed back and forth.

Wang Qichuan and Situ Xun had vanished during their walk, using a dung escape.

Many people were looking for them, but no one noticed the dung collectors coming and going right under their noses.

At that moment, the two old men were crammed inside a tool barrel filled with the stench of feces, hugging each other for warmth.

Situ Xun was so furious that his beard nearly stood on end.

"Is this the method Jiang You said could get us out? I, the dignified head of the Situ family, have actually been stuffed into a dung barrel!

"Didn't we agree that once everything was done, we'd charge straight into the Forbidden Island and destroy this place openly?

"What is going on now?

"Am I a maggot in a latrine? Why do I have to be stuffed into a dung barrel?!"

Wang Qichuan said, "Please watch your wording. This is merely a tool barrel used to store dung-collecting equipment."

"Is there a difference? Is there any difference at all?"

Situ Xun growled in a suppressed voice, "I've never suffered such humiliation in my life!"

He waved his hands excitedly, only to touch a wet, sticky fork.

The filth on his hand would not come off no matter how much he shook it.

So while throwing a tantrum, he wiped it onto Wang Qichuan.

The dung barrel was filled with a rich, foul stench. Wang Qichuan had already gone beyond anger. As long as Situ Xun did not smear it on his face, he could endure it.

What was more important than staying alive?

Inside the ornate and exquisite inner city.

A middle-aged man in his forties grinned broadly and smiled honestly. He was so filthy from head to toe that