Mo Jingshen Is Right Here

Several minutes later, Feng Ling returned gasping with blood on her face. She rushed into the grass where Ji Nuan hid, but Ji Nuan was gone.

"Mrs. Mo?" Feng Ling frowned. "Ji Nuan?"

Her hushed voice drifted in the wind, and in the distance, the riverway of Tonlé Sap Lake was quiet and dark.

No one responded to her.

There was only a cell phone left in the grass, lying there quietly.

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I was kidnapped. This was her first thought when she awoke.

Now she was placed on the ground of a room. This room was dark and almost had no light in it, and the air was damp, salty, and was full of the musty smell of decay.

She tried to move, but her hands were tied behind her back, and her legs were bound tightly as well.

For a few seconds, her brain failed to work, when suddenly there was a sound of conversation outside the door, but she didn't know the language they used.