She knew she had to escape. So, summoning her immense strength, she broke free from the ropes that bound her. What followed was a chaotic fight, during which she managed to steal two horses and then, grabbing the unconscious Liang Yuening and Hong Xiangjun, she fled from Black Wind Camp. Black Wind Camp was located on the mountain and the night was too dark. She was not familiar with the area at all. Most importantly, she was susceptible to motion sickness from horseback! Whether it was because of her incorrect posture on horseback, she was terrified of falling off, so she simply lay flat. She shared one horse with Liang Yuening, who was stretched across it, while Hong Xiangjun, initially secured on the other horse, was thrown off like a dead pig as the horse lifted its hooves. In the end, she had to admit that she had overcomplicated the situation. Two horses were redundant; one horse would suffice. So, she had no choice but to hoist Hong Xiangjun onto her own horse, arranging both Hong Xiangjun and Liang Yuening side by side atop it. "Chase them, chase them!" The horse bandits in pursuit lifted their torches and relentlessly chased after them. During the pursuit, Dong Huiying dismounted several times. Despite feeling nauseous from her motion sickness, she managed to knock out many pursuers with her fists, then climbed back onto the horse again, looking pale. However, gradually and for reasons unknown, the number of pursuers seemed to be increasing. She had changed direction several times, lost the pursuers on a few occasions, but soon after, the pursuers would appear again. Had she been ambushed as well? She looked bewildered, suddenly feeling as if someone in the shadows knew her every move. No matter where she fled, he could predict her actions, and set up defenses and ambushes in advance. Lying on the horse, she vomited profusely not only from nausea, but also from dizziness. The most frustrating part was the pursuers hanging behind her, and the worry of ambushes ahead—it was utterly exhausting. "Liang Yuening, wake up, please wake up!" They say that three cobblers are better than a Zhuge Liang, so she had to wake up Liang Yuening and Hong Xiangjun first. But the two of them had inhaled too much sleeping smoke and were out cold. Dong Huiying’s travel bag had contained a pack of acupuncture needles, but after the three of them fell unconscious, they were robbed of their belongings, including their defensive weapons like daggers and axes, the acupuncture needles, and all their money. Now, Dong Huiying was empty-handed, wearing only the clothes on her back, without even a copper coin, let alone the confiscated acupuncture needles. She pressed Liang Yuening’s philtrum and quickly targeted a few other major acupoints. Yue Ning moaned and seemed to struggle to wake up, but after just a short while, he resumed his lifeless, dead pig-like state. "Is this sleeping smoke really that strong?" She frowned, but the main issue was the lack of acupuncture needles and the absence of the herbal medicine to counteract the smoke—if she had those, it would be easy to manage. With the pursuers closing in, she had no choice but to continue fleeing with the two unconscious people. And so, another half an hour passed. Dong Huiying stealthily peaked out from a clump of grass. She looked around, then darted out swiftly from the grass, picked a small plant and darted back into the grassy hideout. Lying side by side in the grass, Yue Ning and Hong Xiangjun were unresponsive. Dong Huiying broke the stem of the small plant, squeezed out the light green translucent juice, opened Liang Yuening’s mouth, and dripped the liquid in. The man’s unconscious complexion suddenly underwent a dramatic change. Yue Ning woke from his stupor, his first action being to retch. With a bitter taste in his mouth, his expression was one of confusion, giving him a somewhat stupefied appearance.