"Mhm?"
A line of light appeared before his eyes, suddenly bursting into an even more intense brilliance. Hong Dao's face flushed beet red at once, and it seemed his running direction was indeed correct—he could truly get out through here!
The more he ran, the brighter that line of light before his eyes felt. Yet he was running very heavily, feeling as though his entire body was being dragged down by a massive mountain; even simple actions like lifting a leg or taking a step felt as heavy as ten thousand catties.
No, I cannot give up.
It was not only the unyielding will, but even more so the terror that made him grit his teeth and persist. He could sense that if this opportunity vanished, he would be finished.
Charge! Whether we can get out or not depends on this single stroke!
Sensing that everything around him grew gloomier, with the faint sound of water and what seemed like a terrifying thing chasing him from behind, Hong Dao cared about nothing else. He gritted his teeth, fought for a leap, and jumped straight into that streak of light...
"Mhm?"
In reality, the moment Tan Ping drew close to Hong Dao, the latter suddenly reacted. His body struggled, his expression twisted, and with a short, sharp cry followed by another struggle, he then went still.
Tan Ping frowned and continued to stare, discovering that while this person was not moving, his eyelids were twitching beneath.
He was indeed feigning illness, and acting so poorly at that!
Tan Ping let out a cold laugh, straightened his upper body, and ordered, "Even if he is sick, carry him if you must to the yamen! Take him away!"
"Yes!" The bailiffs roared in response, and five men immediately swarmed forward. Seizing Hong Dao