Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1084: Pursuing All the Way

Hearing those words, a subordinate immediately grew anxious: "Boss."

Right then, a voice from inside the house rang out as someone stepped forward to calm things: "Alright, don’t make it difficult for Boss. If we don’t cut it, we’ll all be finished."

Another voice followed: "What about the items in the secret chamber? Should we grab everything or leave them behind for now?"

The boss then commanded: "Xiao Liu, fetch a set of gear in case we need it for the mountains. Everyone else, pack up and meet in the backyard in fifteen minutes for a quick getaway."

Xinyan realized these guys were about to emerge, so she swiftly slipped into her space.

Luckily, the space let her observe the outside world. She watched Xiao Liu head to the spot where she’d hidden earlier, reach into the stove hole, and grope around until he pressed something—the stove shifted away, uncovering a hidden entrance.

Xiao Liu switched on his flashlight and descended the steps through the opening.

Moments later, he climbed back up with a backpack slung over his shoulder, covered up, its contents a mystery.

He repeated the process on the displaced stove hole, sliding it back into place. Xiao Liu meticulously wiped away every sign of disturbance.

Once finished, Heizi dashed over and passed him a small bundle: "Xiao Liu, your gear’s all packed here."

No sooner had they spoken than a man emerged from the house—the boss they’d mentioned, no doubt.

Xinyan studied him intently, committing his features to memory.

The man’s gaze swept coldly over the group: "Stay alert, and if anyone messes up, don’t expect mercy from me."

With that, he marched off.

Xinyan scanned the yard, fearing she’d lose them, then exited the space to trail them from a safe distance.

As soon as they left the yard, they hurried along like trained soldiers on the move.

Xinyan furrowed her brow, noting their heading.

She recalled Han Jingchen mentioning that direction led to the old mining zone, riddled with concealed shafts and tricky mountain paths.

Yet without tailing them, how could she uncover their plans?

Besides, her gut screamed that skipping this would lead to regret.

In the pitch-black, gusty night, she avoided using the space’s flashlight, relying on sharp senses to pursue them into the hills—or she’d have lost sight ages ago.

The trek dragged on for four grueling hours; without her daily workouts, Xinyan couldn’t have endured.

Just as frustration boiled over in Xinyan, the crew halted at last. Along the way, she’d left subtle markers only she’d spot—memory wasn’t enough, and retracing steps would’ve been a nightmare otherwise.

These folks were no amateurs; their vigilance was top-notch. Without her space as a cheat tool, detection was inevitable.

Entering the forsaken mine shaft, Xinyan ducked into the space to restore her strength and gear up for whatever lay ahead.

After a quick meal and drink, she wasted no time, opting to scout the surroundings while they might be catching some shut-eye.

Guided by her senses, she probed the cavern, advancing roughly a hundred meters until a dim glow flickered ahead in the tunnel.

She hastened forward and found a maze of branching passages inside.

Suddenly, a rhythmic beeping like Morse code echoed from the depths: ’dit, dit dah, dah dit...’

Xinyan’s pulse raced—she now knew these people hid another identity entirely.

Were they truly tied to the Xue Family?

Or just a deliberate red herring?

Xinyan caught Xiao Liu’s complaint: "I’m so dead tired, when will this end?"

A response came: "After all that hiking, aren’t you beat? Go crash, we’ll hunt for grub tomorrow. Whining won’t change a thing."

Snores soon rumbled from inside.

She skirted the brighter tunnels, slipping into dimmer zones.

After scouting around, from the layout, she figured their main haunt was that one cramped area.

For caution’s sake, she swapped into oversized canvas shoes from the space—three sizes too big—to dodge notice come daylight.

If spotted, it might not hold up to close inspection, but it’d buy her some leeway.

Back at the glowing tunnel, she crept toward the light and overheard: "How many years have we guarded this place? When will it end? When can we finally ship those things out?"

Those words deepened Xinyan’s curiosity about their link to the Xue Family.

No matter the truth, one fact stood clear: these people’s hidden identities.