444 was utterly stunned.
Weren't rural people supposed to be simple and honest? Why did it feel like we'd stumbled into a bandit's den?
"Good and evil have never been determined by status, wealth, or poverty."
Su Qiao gradually calmed down. Using the dim light filtering in through the small window, she quickly surveyed her surroundings and the objects she could use.
It was an earthen-brick room of only about twenty square meters. Quite a bit of firewood was piled in one corner, while the rest of the room was filled with dry grass.
The other end of the chain hung from a roof beam. Su Qiao pulled hard, but aside from getting her head and face covered in falling dust, the chain didn't budge.
444 was somewhat curious. "Then what determines it?"
"Some people are born with evil in their bones. They're purely evil. Others become selfish and wicked because of their environment and the limitations of their thinking."
As she spoke, Su Qiao took the Golden Long Sword from her space and casually swung it, cutting the chain in two.
However, when she cut through the thing around her neck that resembled a dog collar, she was so close to her neck that it still nicked her skin and drew a little blood.
Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep, and the bleeding stopped quickly.
Unfortunately, the white T-shirt she was wearing looked even dirtier after getting stained with blood.
She lowered her head and examined herself for a while.
Her white short-sleeved T-shirt, knee-length jeans, and white sneakers were all covered in gray dust. She looked travel-worn, which suggested that she had already been taken a considerable distance before waking up.
And the road clearly hadn't been easy to travel. It was the kind of dirt road where, once