If there had been a second phone number she could call, Onion Lady would never have chosen to call Song Shuhang, even if it killed her!
Because calling Song Shuhang meant that she would have to bury the hard-won "freedom" she had obtained with her own hands all over again.
People who possessed freedom found it hard to understand how precious it was.
As for Onion Lady, after completing her training and descending the mountain, she had been captured by Jiudeng and imprisoned for three hundred years... Then, because she had courted death herself, Song Shuhang had locked her in the Inch-Shrinking Bag, where she had remained until now.
To Onion Lady, freedom was something she would not trade for a thousand pieces of gold.
She had finally escaped Song Shuhang and gained her precious freedom. But before she could even warm today's "freedom" in her hands, she had to hand it over herself.
Could you understand how that felt?
"Onion Lady? It's you," Song Shuhang said. "Where are you now?"
"Save me! Hurry down here and save me. I'm in the underground Branch No. 250 of [All the World's Monsters Unite to Become One Family]. Everything in here is Netherworld evil energy now. It's as thick as crude oil, and it's filled the entire pyramid. Right now, there's Nine Nether evil energy everywhere outside our room, and the barrier won't hold much longer... Hurry and save me. If you're late, you'll never see adorable little me again," Onion Lady said anxiously—she was practically bowing and scraping before her enemy now, wasn't she? Her heart felt rather heavy.
"Netherworld evil energy? What happened?" Song Shuhang asked, his expression turning serious as he beckoned to Fairy Eastern Six beside him.
Actually, there was no need for Song Shuhang to beckon. Fairy