The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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What scared Xiji was that, in addition to the two of them, there were several men in the room who appeared out of nowhere, all dressed as servants in the palace, and were staring at him eagerly.

Xiji looked at the way they were staring at him, and his heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized that he was not seeing a ghost, but was tricked by someone else. After realizing this, Xiji became more anxious and pulled the door harder, but the shabby-looking wooden door showed no sign of opening no matter how hard he tried.

Just as he was struggling with the door, he heard the woman who had lured him in said impatiently: "Hurry up and tie him up. There are so many people coming and going in the mansion now. We can take advantage of the situation to get out. The adults are still waiting for us to report. If we wait a little longer, someone will find out that he is missing. By then, I am afraid it will be very troublesome for us to get out."

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Those people responded and came to Xiji, took out a hemp rope, and tied him up tightly despite Xiji's struggle. Then they carried him outside the door and put him on a shabby cart outside the door, tying him to the cart like a piece of pork.

Xiji felt layer upon layer of restraints on his body and looked at the straws covering him. He was very desperate. How could he have imagined that in this age of cold weapons, there was such a powerful bone-shrinking technique that he was deceived by a young woman disguised as a little girl.

Now, he can only pray that someone will notice that he is missing and organize people to rescue him.

After tying him up, the group of people pushed the cart and quickly headed towards the side door of the mansion, as if they had discussed it beforehand.

Xiji felt the bumps along the way, his head was in a daze and he didn't know what he was thinking. One moment he was thinking about the miserable scene of himself being taken away, and the next moment he was thinking about the Night King appearing in front of him with the ink book and saving him.

Despair and hope kept interweaving, and he was almost about to cry.

Just as Xiji was daydreaming, the group of people successfully came to the side door, and Xiji could still clearly hear their conversation.

What are you going to do?

The manager said that Lord Xi was short of vegetables and asked us to go buy some.

Waist badge.

Here, sir, look.

Okay, let's go.

During this period, Xiji wanted to shake a few times to give the guards at the gate a hint, but those people tied him up so tightly that he couldn't move at all.

Hearing the guards letting the carriage go outside and feeling the carriage rumbling again, Xiji felt desperate.

Just after they went out, Xiji suddenly felt the cart carrying him stopped, then there were a few screams from outside, and then the straw on his body was suddenly lifted off.

Xiji was facing the glaring sunlight, tears flowing uncontrollably from his eyes. Soon he heard a familiar voice, "Young Master!"

Someone hurriedly untied the hemp ropes tied around him and helped him up. Only then did Xiji see clearly that the person who called him was Mo Shu.

Xiji was just about to ask Mo Shu what was going on, but Mo Shu ignored him. Instead, he turned his head to look in the direction ahead and complained loudly, "Sir, my young master's hands are all broken and his body is covered with bruises. These people are not good people. Sir, you must teach them a lesson."