After being forced to leave the marriage, I became the wife of a top scholar.

Chapter 147 That's Hell
"You want to save your mother?" Pan Daqiang asked his son, his eyes sparkling.

Pan Hu nodded with red eyes and said, "I want to!"

Pan Daqiang chuckled and slapped Pan Hu on the shoulder. "Good lad! It's good that you have this idea. Come on, let's go home first."

Pan Hu looked at his father, puzzled. "Father, you promised to save Mother?"

Pan Daqiang nodded and said, "I agree! I agree! But it's really too late tonight. If we go to the brokerage again, we might upset the manager."

"At that time, not only will you not be able to redeem your mother, but she may also be sold to a bad family."

Pan Hu agreed and nodded emphatically, "Father, I understand."

Pan Daqiang was secretly overjoyed. He was just a half-grown boy who had been pampered by Feng Niang in his early years; he was indeed easy to fool.

At that time, he never considered Pan Hu to be his son.

Pan Hu followed Pan Daqiang home. At first, he couldn't fall asleep, thinking about how his father had sold him to a brokerage firm that day, and how his mother had sold him to buy his freedom.

He was both terrified and worried, but being a teenager, he found himself getting sleepy as he heard the snoring coming from Pan Daqiang's room next door.

He thought about what his father had just said to him. His father must have realized his mistake. That must be it. Tomorrow, he and his father would be able to redeem his mother.

Thinking this, Pan Hu unknowingly fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was in an unfamiliar room.

The room had no windows and was almost completely dark, so Pan Hu had no idea whether it was day or night, or why he had suddenly ended up there.

"Is anyone there? Father! Are you there?" Pan Hu shouted twice, suppressing his inner fear.

But the room was like an abyss, silent and still, even Pan Hu's voice was swallowed up in the endless darkness.

Pan Hu tried to move his body, but for some reason he felt weak and powerless.

Overwhelmed with fear, Pan Hu could no longer contain his emotions and burst into loud sobs.

But still, no one responded to him.

He cried himself to sleep for a while until he was exhausted, then woke up and continued to cry out of fear.

I don't know how much time passed before someone finally remembered the room.

“My lord, the food in this room was delivered just yesterday,” a man said emotionlessly.

“Oh! Then let’s inspect the goods together,” said the man addressed as “Lord.”

Then, light finally came into the previously pitch-black room. Pan Hu was also awakened by the noise outside. He instinctively looked towards the door, but the long period of darkness made him unable to adapt to the light at the door, so he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hand.

The man called Lord entered with his men.

"Has the medicine been given?" the Lord asked.

"They've been fed. It's about twelve hours now," the subordinate replied.

"It seems he's still useful. Send him to the training camp." After giving the order, the master turned and walked away.

Pan Hu was finally brought out of that dark room, but what awaited him was hellish torture.

They were forced to fight different masked men who wouldn't actually kill them, but would ravage them.

At first, Pan Hu was too timid to even lift a knife, but as he accumulated more and more knife, sword, and dart wounds, he gradually became able to lift the knife and began to charge at those who had injured him like a ferocious beast.

Even though he had no chance of winning, he still lost in the end, and lost even more completely.

"Are you willing to accept this? Being constantly humiliated like this, aren't you very unwilling?"

As usual, Pan Hu was stabbed all over his body that day. He lay on the ground expressionless, his mind filled with grief and indignation. He thought about dying, but he couldn't die. He hadn't been able to redeem his mother from the brokerage firm yet.

Just when he was in despair, someone approached him and said these words.

Resentful? Pan Hu was naturally unwilling, but he was just a child of ten years old. He didn't even know where he was or why he had suddenly suffered so much torment and hardship!
"Whether I'm willing or not isn't up to me to decide." Pan Hu had already learned how to speak expressionlessly, and his tone revealed no emotion whatsoever.

"Hahahaha!" The newcomer laughed heartily upon hearing this reply, his tone becoming clearer. "I never expected you to be the most sensible one here."

"Someone! Take him out and discipline him properly." With that, the man left.

Pan Hu's fate also changed. He was no longer ravaged. He was taken to an ordinary courtyard and learned kung fu from a master every day.

Besides him, there were three other children, about the same age as him, but they all had the same scars on their bodies and the same indifferent expressions on their faces.

They lived like robots, following the rules of this courtyard every day.

She also drinks medicine that a man brings her every week.

Nobody asked what the medicine was! All they needed to do was obey, obey, obey.

Gradually, each of them only remembered their code name, and even their own name and origins were gradually forgotten.

When Pan Hu was lucid, he asked himself, "Is this a good thing?"

"It doesn't seem so bad!" Rather than being trapped here by the Japanese and unable to do anything, it's better to forget about it completely.

When Pan Hu said this, his expression was somber, but there was no sign of any emotional fluctuation.

Perhaps from that day on, he never considered himself a living person.

Lin Yunche was somewhat surprised to hear this. "So you mean someone is secretly training you assassins?"

"Do you remember where your training camp was?"

"Have you ever seen the face of this so-called lord you speak of?"

Pan Hu blankly snapped out of his reverie. "The training camp changes location every four years, and we trainees have no way of knowing the exact location." "But..."

"but what?"

"But I've been to two training camps, and I can confirm that the mountains nearby are always lush with forests and fragrant with flowers."

Lin Yunche frowned slightly. "Are you saying the location you chose is secluded enough?"

But which of the wild mountains isn't lush with forests and fragrant with wildflowers?

Bai Wanqing spoke softly from the side, "You mean they sent everyone up the mountain?"

Pan Hu gave an almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth, and a wave of nausea rose from his chest.

It's been so long, so long since I've felt this nauseous.

"Yes!"

"There were many, many children like me who were arrested."

"I don't know how many, I only know that people are dying in the training camp every day, not just one, not just two."

"They piled up and were as high as a small mountain."

"The training camp is not a training camp at all; it's hell."

"Those of us who survived are all ghosts, not human."

Lin Yunche stood up abruptly. "How is this possible? So many people have mysteriously disappeared, and no one has even bothered to search for them or report it to the authorities?"

Pan Hu glanced at the furious Lin Yunche and continued, "Who would care about an orphan like me?"

"Where would anyone be looking for them now!"

Lin Yunche naturally understood, but such a huge number was simply too shocking.

"Go on," Lin Yunche said, composing himself.

Pan Hu shifted slightly and continued, "Lord Lin, you just asked me if I had seen the Lord."

"I do not have."

“Every time the Lord appears, he is masked. I can only sense that he is not very old. Each of us has a code name given to us by the Lord.”

Lin Yunche's expression was serious; clearly, this matter was far beyond his expectations.

"When were you sent here, and where do you usually stay?"

"Besides the eight of you, are there any others?"

Lin Yunche suddenly regretted involving Bai Wanqing in this matter.

If there are still so many assassins around, then Bai Wanqing is in extreme danger right now.

"Reporting to you, sir, we were sent here early this morning and have been living in the mountains outside the city. There are only eight of us."

"Have you received any other orders?" Lin Yunche's eyes began to sharpen.

Pan Hu clenched his fists, lowered his eyes, and remained silent for a moment.

“Pan Hu, you may not have wanted to go in, but you may still have a choice about whether to leave or not,” Bai Wanqing said suddenly.

"Out? I can still out? How can I out?" Pan Hu's expression was no longer blank; instead, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Do what you want to do, finish what you haven't finished," Bai Wanqing said in a deep voice.

Pan Hu suddenly laughed, "Madam, even if a demon lays down his butcher's knife, he is still a demon; he can't become a Buddha."

Bai Wanqing shook her head slightly, "No, whether one is a demon or a Buddha has nothing to do with the sword, it's all about the mind."

Lin Yunche narrowed his eyes and interjected, "Hmph! You, Pan Hu, all you want is a promise from me, isn't it?"

Lin Yunche glanced at Bai Wanqing, but he wasn't annoyed at all that Bai Wanqing and Pan Hu were singing opera together.

He knew that if he pushed Pan Hu too far, he would still face certain death, and their hard-won lead would be lost again.

"I've given you this promise. If you can identify the person behind this, I will not hold you accountable for what you were forced to do before."

Pan Hu looked incredulous. "Lord Lin, you're just a prefect. Do you really have that much power?"

Lin Yunche laughed heartily, "Whether it's true or not, it's none of your business!"

"I only ask you, are you willing to do everything in your power to help me?"

Pan Hu lowered his head slightly, glancing silently towards the kitchen out of the corner of his eye.

"I do!" Pan Hu finally uttered these three words.

Pan Hu then pulled out an old, yellowed letter from his person.

"My lord, this is the defense map I stole from the chief." After saying that, Pan Hu placed the map in front of Lin Yunche without hesitation.

Lin Yunche narrowed his eyes slightly; this was not a military deployment map.

This looks like a defensive map of their training camp.

"Didn't you just say you didn't know anything? Now you can even produce this defense map?"

(End of this chapter)