“Old man, speak carefully, we are the one’s who have to drag him out.” The short and stout prison guard hastily warned the other.
Listening to this short and thick prison guard, the old guard with a shrinking hairline, went to the person lying on the ground, ready to pull him up.
At this time, a somewhat weak and delicate voice cried out, “Two elder brothers, I would like to take my husband away.”
The two prison guards who were just speaking to each other saw a woman standing at the side dressed in coarse cloths, although this woman was dressed in coarse linen, but they could vaguely see that she was in good shape. The only disappointing thing was, her face which had been disfigured, was covered slightly by her messy hair, letting people not willing to look a second time.
The two prison guards recognized this woman, she was one of the two remaining people from the Ning Clan left alive.