After Awakening, She Tore Apart Her Enemies and Joined the Army on an Island - Chapter 12

In the cramped space, a gaunt, ragged figure lay curled on a faded, tattered quilt, covered by an old blanket. Several vivid red whip marks stood out starkly against the worn fabric, which reeked of blood and decay, like something frozen in the harsh winter cold.

A chilly wind swept freely through the passage, sending a shiver down Su Meng’s spine. The person seemed oblivious to the cold, lying motionless. His breathing was shallow and faint, almost imperceptible.

Su Meng approached and asked softly, “Are you okay?”

As expected, there was no response.

Trembling, she brushed aside the matted locks of hair from his face, her gaze slowly tracing the contours of his features. His eyes were sunken, cheekbones protruding, and a beard stained with dried blood and grime obscured his lips and chin. His true appearance was completely hidden.

Could he be her missing father?

Su Meng’s heart raced.

She wanted to save him, even though he bore little resemblance to the robust father she remembered.

After checking his pulse, she unhesitatingly fed him a life-saving pill left to her by her grandfather. “Swallow it,” she urged anxiously, gently holding his jaw. “Swallow it, and you’ll live.” She took warm water from her spatial storage and pleaded softly, “Once you swallow it, I’ll take you out and help you get revenge.”

Whether by divine intervention or his own fierce will to survive, he finally managed to swallow the pill with the warm water.

“Thank goodness!” Su Meng’s voice rose with excitement.

The man’s eyes rolled slightly, but he was too weak and soon fell back into unconsciousness.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from a distance, growing closer.

With no other choice, Su Meng quickly brought the man into her spatial storage.

She was determined to find out who was imprisoning people in this tunnel.

…

“Huh? Where is he? Damn, someone’s broken in! Quick, report to the family head!”

A man with a scar near his eyebrow, wielding an iron rod, barked orders. One of his men hurried off to obey, while others looked puzzled.

“No one could have gotten in. The only exit is guarded by three of our men, not even a fly could slip past. The other side is a cliff, not even birds dare go near.”

“But he’s gone. Did heavenly soldiers snatch him away? Who else could silently take a dying man?”

“Shut up! Just find him!” the scarred man snapped coldly.

Meanwhile, Su Meng had already cleaned the man’s wounds and applied medicine. Seated under the bodhi tree in her courtyard, she ate food she’d brought from home, calmly watching the frantic search of the four men through the spatial barrier.

This spatial storage truly is a marvel, she thought, an essential tool for survival and prosperity.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t heaven’s favored child. The man she had just rescued wasn’t her father.

The Su family had a distinct trait: women bore a red teardrop-shaped birthmark on their shoulder blades, while men had a blue one. She had learned this crucial detail from an ancestor’s journal she’d found in a recently acquired chest.

Outside, the men were still scurrying around the tunnel like rats. Taking advantage of the chaos, Su Meng cleared a larger plot of land beside the courtyard to organize and store the chests by category.

The small wooden cabin had only three rooms. Su Meng planned to use one as a study for books and documents she hadn’t yet read, one as a bedroom, and one as a kitchen. She had discovered that the cabin maintained a constant temperature, food she’d brought from the Su mansion’s kitchen the day before was still at its original warmth.

Additionally, she made use of local materials to build a small wooden hut in the yard as a temporary guest room, settling the person she had just rescued inside.

The furniture collected from the Su Mansion, aside from what was in her own room, was all piled up in a field.

Furthermore, she used her mental power to move the valuable furniture and jewelry to one side of the yard, intending to inventory them for later use.

As for the clothing of Zhong Wanrou and her family of three, whether new or old, she planned to donate them to those in need.

After completing all this, she rubbed her sore lower back and looked at the neatly organized space, suddenly remembering she was still in the tunnel.

Hadn’t those fleeing rats left by now after all this time?

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she heard exclamations from outside the space: “Look over here, there are footprints. Someone must have snuck in from the abyss.”

Su Meng sat upright on the stone stool, muttering boredly, “Took you long enough to notice. How blind can you be?”

But when she caught sight of her second grandfather’s watch, his face dark and grim, Su Meng jumped up in shock.

How could it only be 5:10?

She clearly remembered that it was exactly 5 o’clock when she brought the person into the space.

Could it be that washing and bandaging the person, clumsily building the small hut, and sorting through the wooden chests and the belongings of the Zhong Cuilin family had only taken ten minutes?

No way!

Su Meng glanced at her own watch, 6:50?

She couldn’t stay calm!

She slapped the stone table, grimacing in pain, but the sting was nothing compared to her astonishment.

Could it be that time in the space flowed ten times faster than outside?

It was unbelievable!

Su Meng pinched herself hard, her hands flailing excitedly. She wanted to say something but didn’t know what.

It was all too bizarre, leaving her flustered and disoriented.

She was afraid this stroke of luck was just an illusion, as fleeting as a momentary bloom.

Anxious, she verified it once more.

Time in the space indeed flowed ten times faster than outside.

This meant she could have more time to handle matters inside the space, such as studying.

No wonder Zhong Wanrou in the book could produce large quantities of grain to support disaster-stricken areas in such a short time.

Ha!

With a time-accelerating space as a cheat, who couldn’t do that?

Su Meng planted her hands on her hips, beaming with joy, and strutted out with an unapologetic swagger.

What chosen one? What female protagonist of the book? With such a powerful advantage, who wouldn’t be the female lead?

At that moment, all her grievances about life vanished.

She was filled with pride and satisfaction.

Suddenly, she heard her second grandfather’s furious roar. Snapping back to reality, she looked over with keen interest.

She saw Second Grandfather’s face dark with rage, his pipe striking the doorframe heavily as he glared at several black-clad men who had returned empty-handed. “You’re all useless!”

The scar-faced man stood at attention and reported stiffly, “Master, we found footprints of someone entering from the abyss, but no signs of anyone leaving.

Do you think there might be another way out?”

Second Grandfather glared fiercely. “What do you think?”

This tunnel was originally built to hide from the Japanese devils and later used by him for shady dealings.

For over a decade, it had been his domain.

He could navigate it with his eyes closed.

“Su Ada cannot be left alive. I want to see him, dead or alive. His sharp gaze swept over the group of black-clad individuals.

The Men in Black responded in unison, “Yes!””

The scar-faced man followed him out and asked respectfully, “Master, should we inform that person?”

Second Grandfather paused, then warned coldly, “If you’ve got a death wish, go ahead and inform them.”

The scarred man choked back his words, watching the elderly figure disappear into the distance before hurriedly waving his hand. “Keep searching.”

When Su Meng heard the name “Su Ada,” her pupils widened slightly, revealing an expression of disbelief.