SBCEJM -Chapter 222 Affection Level Sprint! I Directly Hired Bandits to Stage a Hero-Saves-the-Beauty Scene!

On the seventh day of exile, the heat on the official road was intense enough to crack stones.

Everyone in the convoy looked wilted and exhausted, like their bones had been drained from their bodies.

Only Shen Sangsang remained energetic as she pushed the wheelchair, her complexion rosy and her breathing steady.

She looked completely out of place among the miserable crowd of exiles.

Shen Ruoyun was so jealous her eyes turned red. Leaning close to the Seventh Prince, she whispered,

“Your Highness, look at Shen Sangsang. She must’ve eaten something good, otherwise how could she still look so healthy?”

The Seventh Prince panted heavily, greed flashing through his eyes.

“Find a chance later. We’ll search her luggage!”

In her mind, Shen Sangsang complained:

【Xiao Ling, aren’t these original male and female leads kind of pathetic? Weren’t they supposed to be great at scheming in the original story?】

【Setting traps, framing people, plotting constantly…】

【Why are they only capable of clinging to each other and whispering weakly now?】

Feng Zexuan flipped through the information and explained:

“Your luck and Shen Ruoyun’s are completely opposite. The better your fortune becomes, the more miserable she gets.”

Realization dawned on Shen Sangsang.

【So that’s how it is. Then I definitely need to keep living comfortably!】

Feng Zexuan yawned.

“This exile experience card is about to expire anyway. After playing around this long, it’s just pure suffering now. Time to wrap things up.”

Shen Sangsang instantly perked up.

【Then what do I need to do now?】

Feng Zexuan narrowed her eyes.

“First, feed Xiao Zhanfeng the spirit spring water. Once his bodily functions fully recover, he’ll wake up.”

【Got it!】

Shen Sangsang unscrewed the water pouch and carefully fed Xiao Zhanfeng a few mouthfuls.

The sweet spirit spring water slid down his throat, and warmth immediately spread through every limb and vein.

It was as if every dried-up meridian in his body had been reawakened and nourished.

【Hm? Sangsang’s water tastes especially sweet today. Did she add sugar?】

【My body feels… lighter. Warm and comfortable…】

【Could this be… the power of love?】

Both Feng Zexuan and Shen Sangsang were speechless at his bizarre train of thought.

【???】

【This God of War is hopeless. Terminal-stage lovestruck brain!】

At noon, the convoy stopped beneath a patch of sparse shade to rest.

In the distance, a group of ragged refugees dragging their families along approached with numb expressions.

Xiao Qingqing pinched her nose in disgust.

“Get lost! A bunch of filthy things!”

Xiao Zhanyun was even more impatient, kicking aside a child blocking his path.

Those corrupt officials’ family members even took advantage of the chaos to steal the refugees’ already pitiful food supplies.

The escorting officers turned a blind eye. One officer even began harassing a young woman among the refugees.

Feng Zexuan’s gaze turned colder by the second.

【A bunch of society’s trash. Keeping them alive is just a waste of food.】

【I originally wanted to watch the drama a bit longer, but they just had to force me into overtime early.】

【Time for them to experience what “labor is glorious” really means.】

“Sangsang, same old rules. Hire me for an hour.”

【Okay!】

The instant control of the body switched over, Feng Zexuan straightened up.

This place was far from any village or town—perfect for taking out the trash.

She lightly flicked her finger in the air.

An invisible wave of energy spread outward from her.

Except for the Seventh Prince and Shen Ruoyun, whom she deliberately left behind—

the entire exile convoy collapsed to the ground.

Whether it was the Xiao family, the corrupt officials’ relatives, or the escort officers, all of them fell unconscious.

The noisy official road instantly became silent except for the wind.

With a casual wave of her hand, all the unconscious figures on the ground vanished into thin air.

Shen Sangsang exclaimed in shock within her consciousness:

【Where did they go?!】

“I threw them into my space to work like cattle and horses.”

Inside the space farm, everyone slowly woke up to find themselves lying on a vast wasteland.

Dense fog stretched endlessly around them.

“Where is this?”

“How did we get here?!”

Xiao Qingqing was the first to scream.

“Mother! Mother! Are we dead?!”

Madam Zhou’s face turned pale as she looked around frantically.

“Where’s Zhanfeng? Where is Zhanfeng?!”

At that moment, glowing blue sheets of paper floated into everyone’s hands.

At the very top, six shocking words were written:

【Labor Redemption Contract】

Party A: Space Farm

Party B: (Contractee’s name automatically displayed)

Based on the crimes committed by Party B during life, the following agreement has been established with Party A:

Contract duration: Three to sixty years depending on the severity of crimes.

Labor duties: Land reclamation, farming, harvesting, livestock breeding, etc.

Punishment mechanism: Failure to complete tasks will result in escalating electric shock punishment.

…

After reading it, everyone was utterly dumbfounded.

“What the hell is this?!”

“I’m not dead! Why should I sign this?!”

“Let me out! Let me out!”

Some people started running around desperately, searching for an exit.

But no matter how far they ran, they always returned to the same spot.

The foggy boundary was like an invisible wall that could never be crossed.

Xiao Qingqing collapsed to the ground in terror.

“Mother! What do we do? I don’t want to farm! Waaaah…”

Madam Zhou panicked as well, constantly shouting:

“Zhanfeng! Sangsang! Where are you?!”

Both Feng Zexuan and Shen Sangsang could see everything happening inside the space farm.

“Tsk tsk, look at Xiao Qingqing. Then look at your mother-in-law desperately searching for you!”

Shen Sangsang guessed:

【She’s not trying to call me over to help them work, is she? Dream on!】

“What nonsense!”

Minister Li of the Ministry of Justice refused to accept this. He shouted angrily toward the sky:

“This old man is a dignified second-rank official! How can I do such lowly labor?!”

The moment he finished speaking—

Bzzzt—!

A bolt of electricity descended from the sky and struck him directly!

Minister Li convulsed violently, his hair standing on end as foam spilled from his mouth before he collapsed.

The onlookers were so terrified they instantly shut up, picked up the hoes that had mysteriously appeared beside them, and obediently headed toward the wasteland.

Xiao Qingqing cried as Madam Zhou dragged her away to clear fields.

Those pampered noble family members all ended up filthy and miserable while working.

Watching this massive “beast-of-burden rehabilitation” scene, Feng Zexuan felt incredibly satisfied.

【Xiao Ling, is this the feeling you mentioned before… of being a father?】

【Watching them resentfully struggle before finally being forced to work really is satisfying.】

“Trying to reason with trash like them is a waste of breath. The ‘beast-of-burden rehabilitation package’ is much more efficient.”

After leaving the space, Feng Zexuan saw Shen Ruoyun and the Seventh Prince still unconscious on the ground.

She casually searched the Seventh Prince and pulled out five hundred taels’ worth of silver notes.

【Oh? This spendthrift actually hid private savings on him?】

In the distance, the refugee group was preparing to leave.

Feng Zexuan’s eyes suddenly lit up as she stopped the refugee leader—

a weathered man in his forties.

“Brother, want to earn some money?”

The man looked at her warily.

Feng Zexuan held up the five-hundred-tael banknote.

The man stared at it, his throat bobbing.

He had never seen so much money in his life. With this, his brothers could eat their fill for years.

Greed and caution mixed in his eyes.

“You… what do you want me to do?”

Feng Zexuan smiled brightly.

“Simple. Pretend to be bandits and come rob us later.”

“Don’t worry, it’s just acting. You only need to make it look convincing.”

Before the man could answer, the refugees beside him had already begun shouting excitedly.

“Five hundred taels! My heavens!”

“Agree to it! Agree!”

The man gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh.

“We’ll do it!”

Feng Zexuan handed him the banknote and pulled several prop blades out of her space.

“Take these. Later, just shout the lines I teach you.”

She quickly gave the refugees a short “training session.”

“…Remember, your presence has to feel intimidating! Your expressions need to look vicious!”

“When I give the signal, you charge forward…”

Training complete.

Feng Zexuan returned to Xiao Zhanfeng’s side and poured another flask of spirit spring water into him.

Time to wake up, God of War.

This time, Xiao Zhanfeng’s eyelids twitched violently.

Then slowly opened.