The house was confiscated at the beginning, so I evacuated my enemy's house to escape.

Feng Jiuyan brought many self-defense weapons to her mother, such as rings, hairpins, electric batons, daggers, etc.

She wanted to give her mother a pistol (the author made it up), but she was worried that her mother wouldn't know how to use it and would hurt herself.

After thinking about it, Feng Jiuyan decided to discuss the pistol later.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Feng Jiuyan slapped his forehead, and then took out a bucket of heated spiritual spring water from the "cloth bag". He knelt down and pulled up Mrs. Feng's pants.

"Hey, hey, hehe, my daughter, what are you going to do?" Mrs. Feng's feet were a little itchy because of her daughter, so she chuckled and quickly stepped back.

Feng Jiuyan raised her eyes to look at Mrs. Feng and lowered her voice and said, "Mom, soaking your feet in this water is good."

"Then take off your shoes yourself."

Whatever her daughter says is what she believes in her unconditionally.

So Mrs. Feng took off her shoes and put her feet into the foot bath bucket.

The water temperature was just right, and the moment she put her feet in, she felt so comfortable that her pores were opened. The abraded areas on my feet seem to be less painful, and the soreness in my feet has been reduced a lot.

"Wow, my dear, this, this water is so amazing! What kind of water is this?" Madam Feng's eyes widened, she raised her hand to cover her mouth with a look of disbelief.

Um, what water?

This really stumped her.

Could it be said that it is spiritual spring water?

No, no. Feng Jiuyan shook his head.

Where did the spiritual spring water come from in the Palace of Hell?

"This water is...well...it's the Lethe water in the Lethe River."

"I see! As expected of King Yama, Wangchuan water can also have this effect." Mrs. Feng muttered.

Looking at Feng Jiuyan, "Daughter, wake up your brother quickly and ask him to come over and soak his feet."

"Okay!" Feng Jiuyan took cheerful steps and woke up Feng Jiuli who was sleeping like a pig on the bed.

But no matter how she moved him, he would just turn over and change positions and continue to sleep.

Well, one of the three types of people that everyone envies.

Fall asleep in one second, unshakable, sleep as peacefully as a pig!

Feng Jiuyan had no choice but to carry Feng Jiuli over. Mrs. Feng held her son on her lap and soaked their feet together.

Feng Jiuyan shook his head and decided to pay more attention to his brother in the future, so as not to be taken away without even knowing it.

While mother and son were soaking their feet, Feng Jiuyan replaced the quilt on the bed that had been soaked in starch with the quilt he had just taken out from the space.

Not long after, Mrs. Feng and Feng Jiuli had finished soaking their feet. Feng Jiuyan took out the ointment from the "cloth bag" and applied it on the wounds of the two of them.

Feng Jiuyan carried Feng Jiuli back to the bed. After that, she took out two pairs of sneakers, one large and one small, disguised with rags from the "cloth bag" and handed them to Mrs. Feng.

"Mom, these shoes are very light and comfortable to wear. Even if you walk a long distance, your feet will not be tired. Try them on to see if they fit you."

Mrs. Feng thought that the appearance of these shoes was no different from ordinary ones, but if her daughter said they were the best, then they were the best!

She tried it on, walked a few steps, and was shocked again.

"Wow! My dear, these... these shoes!!!" Mrs. Feng covered her mouth lightly, her eyes widening.

In just one day, she had been shocked more than ten times.

She felt that there were too many surprises today.

The four books, five classics, poems and songs that she had read in her life could not describe her mood at this moment.

In the end, Mrs. Feng gave a thumbs up, "It is indeed produced by the Palace of Hell! It is the best! My daughter, next time you see Lord Hell, you have to thank him for my mother-in-law!"

Feng Jiuyan: "..."

She is really her own mother!

When she met King Yama, wasn't it the time when she died?

She thanked her mother!

"Well, okay-" Feng Jiuyan replied helplessly.

Feng Jiuyan also helped Feng Jiuli try on the shoes, and they just fit her feet.

The night is getting deeper, and the endless black is as cold as ice. It's time to sleep.

So, the family of three squeezed into a big bed to sleep.

Before going to bed, Mrs. Feng stared at Feng Jiuyan with burning eyes, her eyes full of condemnation, "Daughter, how could you just sleep like this!"

???

How else to sleep like this?

Is it possible that she should see King Yama immediately and thank him?

Hello! no!

What happened to her mother? Why does this look so much like condemning her for abandoning her husband and son?

Feng Jiuyan looked at her mother in confusion: "..."

Mrs. Feng looked like she hated the iron. She tapped the cross-body bag on the table with her chin, "It! Why don't you hurry up and sleep with it!"

Feng Jiuyan: "..."

Well, for a while, she had not yet entered the role, and she had not yet adapted to the fact that the cloth bag was a treasure.

Reluctantly, he got up and took the cloth bag back to the bed.

Her mother watched her sleeping with a cloth bag in her arms and nodded with satisfaction.

The middle of the night is the most suitable time for sneaking around.

Feng Jiuyan gently called Mrs. Feng and Feng Jiuli.

"Mother?"

"Ali?"

Neither of them responded. After Feng Jiuyan made sure that both of them were asleep, he took a pen and paper from the space and left a letter to Mrs. Feng to prevent her from worrying.

She racked her brains to think of excuses, making up excuses, just like when she was in school, thinking of excuses to ask for leave in order to skip school.

With a flash of inspiration, she wrote a few lines of words on it.

"Mom, I'm going to say thank you to the Lord of Hell -"

Putting the note next to Madam Feng's pillow, Feng Jiuyan made sure that there was no one else in the room, then with a thought in her mind, she stepped into the space.

She first used makeup to disguise herself in the space, then put on a muscle bra to cover her feminine features, and then put on a black night suit.

Feng Jiuyan looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. He had triangular eyes, thick lips, pockmarked face, and dark skin. He looked like a very ordinary...well...ugly man.

Even if she walked around in front of Mrs. Feng a few times, her mother might not be able to recognize her.

Then, she took a black cloth and covered it below her nose.

This whole set of clothes and attire is no different from the guards in Chen Shan's mansion.

Feng Jiuyan checked the floating map of the space and accurately located the main house in Chen Shan's yard. After making sure there was no one outside, she came out of the space with a thought.

Following Chen Shan's example, she opened the right wardrobe, accurately touched the mechanism, and turned it slightly. The two combined wardrobes were divided into two and slid to the left and right respectively, revealing the large white wall inside.

She clicked the bricks on the ground again, only to hear a "click", revealing a passage that could fit two people.

Feng Jiuyan looked inside. It was so dark inside that he couldn't even see his fingers.

She took out a pair of ultra-clear night vision goggles from the space and put them on. In an instant, everything in the darkness was in her eyes.

Feng Jiuyan walked down the stairs and saw a dark and winding passage in front of her. She walked along the passage and walked for about a quarter of an hour before she finally saw the exit of the passage.

She hid at the exit and looked outside, only to see a deserted mass grave outside, dotted with small graves.

From time to time, a crow crows.

It's quite scary against the backdrop of this desolate place.

She took a closer look and saw a figure moving around a relatively large grave not far away.

She was shocked when she took out the telescope from space and saw the scene in front of her clearly.

Someone enters the grave -