"Dad, didn't your master praise that Qiao girl so much before? She's just like anyone else.

　　I think she looks pretty.

　　Leave her behind and let her be my wife," Little Hou said hesitantly.

　　Mr.

　　Hou seemed to hesitate.

　　"Those with the surname Qiao have real skills.

　　Don't provoke her.

　　When the time comes, we'll sell her off and Dad will buy you something good." Xiao Hou was unconvinced.

　　"These old men can't sell for much.

　　Nobody wants their organs.

　　I think those two young ones are worth more." Lao Hou said, "What's the rush? Take them to your grandfather's village first, work for a while, and wait for Wei Mazi to collect them." The two of them exchanged words as the car swayed on the mountain road.

　　I lay on the cart, looking up at the sparsely scattered stars in the night sky, unable to help but sigh.

　　The world is really going downhill, and people's hearts are not what they used to be.

　　The business of corpse trafficking had long since declined.

　　By the time it reached Boss Hou's hands, he probably only learned the basics.

　　At Xiao Hou's age, cremation was already becoming popular in many places in Hunan.

　　He had barely seen a few bodies, let alone believed in such things.

　　In their remote area, young people didn't study, lacked education, and refused to go out and work.

　　Over time, they followed their uncle and got involved in human trafficking.

　　The car traveled for a long time as the sky gradually brightened.

　　My head was spinning, and just as I was about to fall asleep, the donkey cart stopped.

　　Several people came out of the village and tied us up with ropes, then poured cold water over our faces.

　　"Xiao Hou, where did you find these old men? Hahaha, impressive!" Xiao Hou proudly raised his chin.

　　"Impressive, right? I managed to get so many people at once.

　　I'll make them work first.

　　Don't be fooled by their old age; I see that their skin is fair and their bodies are in good shape." Someone held a rope and made me stand up.

　　We, like a line of grasshoppers, were led forward.

　　Liu Xiong and the others were still dazed, not yet realizing what was happening.

　　As we entered the village, I noticed that every household had a large water barrel with a wooden lid placed outside their doors.

　　When I looked towards the barrel, the villagers glared at me.

　　"This lid must never be opened, understand?" Just as they finished speaking, Liu Xiong suddenly let out a series of piercing screams.