Down the mountain, Hong Yan returned to Old Hong Xia's house again.
After taking care of Hong Xia for a while, she sat alone by Hong Xia's bed.
Thinking of those girls who turned into mummies, of Xia Dabao who had been kidnapped, and of Yun Xiao who was being tortured, a pang of pain welled up in her heart.
As she sat there, something suddenly fell from the roof. Startled, she looked down and picked it up.
It was a box. After opening it, she found a medicine pill inside, and that pill...
A faint excitement surged in her heart. She quickly woke Hong Xia and had her swallow the item.
Strangely enough, once Hong Xia swallowed it, she felt a foul air drifting out of her body. After the air dissipated, her nerves relaxed and became comfortable. She always felt something blocked in her chest, often coughing herself half to death, but now even her lungs felt clear.
"Sister, I think I'm all right!" Hong Xia stood up and moved her waist around.
