Su Ziceng was still disappointed. She didn't get the chance to see Pello; as the dawn was just breaking, the gang split into two groups—one went to exchange with Pello, and the other took her out alone.
This time, no one blindfolded her eyes, these people who harbored hatred towards her and Pello simply tied her hands and took her to a low depression in the valley.
In front of her, there was a pit that was two meters deep. Su Ziceng was pushed to stand on the edge of the sandpit, and looking down from the edge, she knew what had made Su Qingzhang give up the idea of rescuing Ye Taina all those years ago. Because of the drought, the walls of the sandpit were smooth, and if someone fell in, they would keep sinking into the sand. On the edge of the sandpit, some white arm bones could still be made out.
Those who had been buried alive in the sandpits of the valley had been lying here alone for many years.
