With a loud "thud", Wei Luo was kicked into a huge stone room! She stumbled forward, and as she looked up, she met countless familiar gazes.

  At this moment, the stone gate creaked and was closed. As soon as the stone gate was closed, Wei Luo's eyes were in darkness, with only a faint light shining through the cracks of the door.

  In the huge stone house, hundreds of people were crowded in, wailing and begging for mercy.

  Wei Luo turned her head and saw Yuan Kun and others who were also shrinking in the corner.

  She turned her head again and looked for Suolai in the crowd.

  At this time, it was clear that everyone knew their own fate. The beautifully dressed and handsome young men and women were the most calm: they had always existed as gifts, and now they would simply change hands again.

  The ones who are truly in a panic are the middle-ranking officials of the imperial entourage, such as Shi Yinniang and others. They had finally managed to climb up the social ladder and were able to indulge in some luxuries that they couldn't afford when they were poor, but now that this has happened, they will be demoted to slaves, either sent to build tombs or repair palaces, from then on their lives will not be their own, their silk clothes will be replaced with hemp cloth, and they will have to survive on coarse grains and tree bark. Within a year or two, they will be worked to death, and their corpses will be abandoned in the wilderness.

  Out of the three hundred people in the whole scene, apart from those two hundred or so young men and women, such as swordsmen and strong porters who might be supplemented to the army, the rest would mostly be like this one scene, Wei Luo is one of them.

  Wei Luo looked around and confirmed that there was no Su, nor any of the other beauties who were usually by her side. It seemed that no matter what situation they were in, they could still manage to survive, and perhaps even have a chance to rise again.

  What's going on? Where did Cheng Xi go?

  In the crowd, the sixteen-year-old girl was like a madman, her tender voice was now shrill and wailing, her hair disheveled and crazy. Beside her, Zhan Yi's face was also pale and defeated, his lips were white, his eyes were dull, and he stared blankly at the stone wall beside him, the despair in his eyes growing more intense by the minute.

  As the wailing grew louder, a stench of feces and urine gradually filled the air. A loud "thud thud thud" sound started, and Wei Luo turned her head to see a woman of similar status to Sixteen, knocking her head on the ground, muttering to herself, seemingly having gone mad.

  Wei Luo only glanced at him a few times, but it made her feel suffocated in her heart. She slowly retreated to the side wall, lowered her head, and quietly touched the cuff of her sleeve with her hand.

  In that sleeve there were more than a dozen knife coins left by her, which was nothing, what really made Wei Luo feel at ease was the wooden sword hidden inside.

  Weilo has never been as grateful for her persistence as she is now. As long as she has her sword skills, she has a chance of winning in any situation. Although it's just a small chance, at least it's a glimmer of hope.

  The noise of crying and wailing grew louder and louder.

  After Wei Luo, no one else was thrown into the cell. At the same time, they seemed to have been forgotten, with no footsteps outside and not even a single guard coming in to take a look. All around, there were only tightly sealed stone windows and stone doors.

  Time passed minute by minute, second by second. Wei Luo lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, quietly practicing the breathing technique, gradually, the noise outside no longer affected her.

  It was unclear how much time had passed when a loud "crash" suddenly echoed through the crowd, followed by the sound of someone smashing their head against stone. The noise was accompanied by an overwhelming stench of blood, and it became clear that someone had taken their own life.

  Wei Luo still didn't raise her eyes, she was in a state of emptiness and clarity.

  Then, one after another, people hanged themselves, and gradually, blood and stench filled the entire stone chamber.

  No guardian has appeared yet.

  After a while, the crowd gradually became numb, and the wailing sounds also decreased significantly. The main reason was that those who were crying loudly had hoarse voices and could only sob occasionally.

  The originally dim stone room gradually darkened, and it was already late afternoon, but still no one came to deliver food.

  Gradually, the lights were lit up, and outside, there was a heavy, uneven sound of footsteps.

  As the footsteps approached, everyone in the stone house was startled and lifted their heads at once. Especially those young boys and girls, whose faces showed joyful and expectant expressions. It seemed that they had been staying in this place for a long time and were eager to leave.

  Wei Luo also held her breath and slowly lifted her head up.

  She raised her head and saw a splash of blood on the stone wall opposite! The blood on the ground had already coagulated, and in the coagulated blood pool lay a corpse. It was a young man, someone Weidu was familiar with, twenty-five or six years old, pale face, long and narrow face, dark skin, it was Zhanyi.

  Wei Luo took a glance at the corpse of Zhan Yi, and hastily turned her head away. In that brief moment, the corners of her eyes caught sight of four or five more corpses lying lifeless on the ground.

  The footsteps outside grew louder and louder.

  Before long, the sound of "creaking" came from the stone gate being pushed open. As soon as the stone gate opened, everyone's eyes lit up in front of them.

  Wei Luo instinctively narrowed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she saw countless torches lit up outside the door. Among the torches, a group of nobles in fine clothes and their carriages appeared and disappeared from view.

  Standing outside the door were a dozen or so swordsmen and some soldiers. The middle-aged, fat scholar who was walking in front suddenly quickened his pace, stopped abruptly, and covered his mouth and nose with his hand.

  He covered his mouth with his hand and waved it repeatedly, shouting: "Drag out all the dead and throw them away! Drive out the boys and girls!"

  As soon as he let out a loud drink, all the boys and girls simultaneously let out a joyful shout.

  Several swordsmen walked in, carrying several corpses and walking out. As soon as they stepped out of the door, the young men and maidens could no longer hold back, and one by one, they happily followed behind them and walked out.

  Everyone in the stone house looked at this group of beautiful boys and girls with envy.

  As the crowd of boys and girls left, while everyone was still staring, two swordsmen came forward, one on the left and one on the right, pushing the stone gate shut. With a "creaking" sound, the stone gate closed again, and the stone house fell dark.

  As soon as the stone gate was closed, a shrill cry rang out. It was the sixteenth young lady who had rushed up and was banging on the stone gate with all her might. In just a few moments, her small hands were battered and bloody, but she didn't feel any pain at all. She pulled out her voice and shrieked: "I am Mei Ji's cousin! I am Mei Ji's cousin! Ask her to save me! Ask her to save me!"

  As soon as this cry came out, many people in the stone house shook their heads: Mei Ji herself was in danger, how could she remember you, a distant relative?

  However, after the 16th girl's scream, four or five people were also reminded and rushed up together, hitting and pounding on the stone gate, shouting for help. The content they said was similar to that of the 16th girl, all of whom were from Mei Ji's hometown and relatives.

  The noise continued until midnight.

  In the midst of chaos, Wei Luo was quietly practicing her breathing technique. It wasn't that she could achieve anything remarkable in such a short time. She just didn't want to lose herself and be infected by the surrounding madness and despair.

  It's been two days now.

  Still no one came to deliver breakfast.

  By the time of dinner, the stone gate was finally opened. However, the people who came were not delivering food, but were there to take people away. Twenty swordsmen entered the gate and took out all the people over thirty years old, considered middle-aged or older.

  As night fell, the Stone Gate opened for the third time, and another group of swordsmen entered. They took out the remaining women in the group, including Sixteen Maiden.

  Those people left, and the remaining ones were all young and strong men. Of course, among them was also a little kid named Wei Luo. All along, she had been standing in the corner, very inconspicuous, without making any noise, as if she didn't exist at all. It's unknown whether those who brought people missed her or what.

  Time passes very slowly, very slowly.

  In the stone house, only about a hundred people were left. Among them, most were swordsmen, and there were also dozens of miscellaneous workers. At this time, Wei Luo couldn't practice the Tuna method anymore. She just felt that with fewer people in the stone house, each person's breathing became heavier, and even the air began to stagnate.

  Less than half a time later, a burst of footsteps came. Upon hearing the footsteps, all the men turned their heads to look at the gate in unison - it was finally their turn.