As for Zhao Ya...
Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me; I didn't ask him to save me.
Yang Sansi comforted himself with these excuses, while already retreating to the edge of the hillside.
He only needed to wait until no one noticed, then he could slip into the forest and escape.
But just at that moment, a cold voice came from behind him.
"Uncle Yang, where are you going?"
Yang Sansi froze, turned his head, and saw Hong Xu standing behind him with a knife in his hand, staring coldly at him.
Yang Sansi was shaken inside, but managed to squeeze out a smile.
"I have an urgent need, planning to find a spot to relieve myself first."
"Is that so? Then relieve yourself right here." Hong Xu grinned mockingly.
Yang Sansi inwardly lamented, and chuckled dryly, "Well... never mind, I suddenly feel less urgent after being startled by you!"
Hong Xu inwardly sneered, knowing this old fox planned to flee, and decided to keep a close watch on him, not letting him run away.
