Master Jiu's little sweetheart is a bit fierce

Seeing Wen Tingyi's figure gradually moving away, Tang Wan shouted desperately: "Wen Tingyi——I'm here!"

"Wen Tingyi, turn around..."

"I'm right behind you, turn around and look at me!"

"Come back and save me..."

Unfortunately, just as she made a sound, her mouth was blocked by the boy's palm.

Wen Tingyi walked four or five meters away, and when he heard a muffled groan behind him, he couldn't help turning his head to look.

The young man was so strong that he not only covered Logan's mouth, but also pushed her back into the haystack.

Logan's breathing was a little difficult, her voice became weaker and weaker, and she didn't even have the strength to shout at the back.

When Wen Tingyi looked back, the boy's body just blocked Tang Wan who was inside the cart.

Looking at the young man who was able to handle the cart with ease, Wen Tingyi frowned slightly, and turned his head back.

Baitong looked at Wen Tingyi's step and turned back three times, and said in a puzzled way: "Master Jiu, what are you looking at?"

"You don't think Miss Tang is lying in that trolley, do you?"

Hearing Baitong's question, Wen Tingyi also thought it was impossible, how could that dirty and smelly woman be Logan, Logan had already escaped.

Since he was able to escape, he must have good feet and hands, alive and kicking.

Negating Shuanglian, Wen Tingyi easily came to a conclusion.

"The one just now couldn't be Logan's."

"Keep looking."

He quickened his pace and continued to search for the exit, completely going against Logan's direction.

The young man who had already walked away turned his head slightly, and glanced at the backs of Wen Tingyi and Baitong with a calm face.

There was a cold smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, and he let go of his hand covering Logan's mouth and nose.

Logan was lying on her back on the haystack. At this time, her face was unobstructed and extremely bright.

She panted heavily, but she no longer had the strength to turn over and get out of the car.

Her stomach was still hurting, her stomach was still hungry, her throat was so dry and hot, every time she took a breath, her throat hurt like a knife, and she almost couldn't breathe.

The young man pushed Tang Wan back into the village, but there was no one brought by Wen Tingyi in the village, and they all went to search the mountain.

Tang Wan was exposed to the public again, and the villagers hated her deeply, thinking that she was a disaster, not counting the sun and rain, and even hurting the only doctor in the village.

After being captured for the third time and missing Wen Tingyi twice, tears flowed down Tang Wan's calm face, as if she was on the verge of death.

The old patriarch made up his mind and sternly said, "Sacrifice to the water god!"

Logan's eyes closed heavily, and the teardrops in the eye sockets rushed down.

She was carried to the ancestral hall and placed on the cold wooden floor, the familiar sound of chanting reverberated in her ears again and again.

After listening for an unknown amount of time, a black soup with exactly the same ingredients was handed to her mouth.

Her eyes were red, her expression was dull, and she was poured down a bowl full of unpalatable soup with tears in her eyes.

"Cough cough..."

After three days, she finally got water.

With a sudden cough, her throat seemed to be scalded by boiling water.

She clutched her stomach, and there was a cramping pain in her stomach, which made her break out in a cold sweat, but she choked on the soup just now, and she still hasn't recovered.

Her coughing overwhelmed the chanting in the ancestral hall, and she rolled on the ground in pain, but no one had any sympathy for her.

She tossed about half an hour amidst the sound of sutras, and when it was almost dark, she was bound hand and foot and carried to the river.

She was hung by the river on a high tripod, and the familiar sound of chanting in the ancestral hall sounded again.

Wen Tingyi, who searched for nothing, returned to the village with a flashlight, just in time to see Tang Wan being sacrificed to heaven.

At that time, the villagers gathered around, and Tang Wan was changed into a wide and long white dress, her hair was loose, and she was hanging her hands with her back to Wen Tingyi, like a female ghost.

Wen Tingyi couldn't see people clearly.

Baitong was curious, so he picked up the flashlight and shone it on Tang Wan, but he didn't recognize it.

Can't help laughing at the stupid behavior of these villagers.

"Master Jiu, do you think these people are still living in the past?"

"This kind of superstitious work is still in full swing."

Wen Tingyi glanced at the light that was shining through Baitong, and said indifferently: "The good old customs will not stay, if you have to engage in these superstitious things, sooner or later you will die in superstition."

Wen Tingyi still didn't recognize Tang Wanlai who was wearing a white bucket skirt.

Withdrew his eyes indifferently: "Killing people is nothing to watch."

The corner of Baitong's mouth twitched coldly, and he retracted the flashlight.

"Yes, this kind of village is really hopeless."

Wen Tingyi nodded in response, and walked towards the arranged house.

Tang Wan, who was hung in the middle of the river, was in a deep sleep at this time, when the rope was turned, her face turned to Wen Tingyi.

A pair of tightly closed eyes were facing Wen Tingyi's leaving figure.

In Wen Tingyi's peripheral vision, a white light and shadow swayed slightly, like a ghost floating in the air.

Wen Sen ran to catch up and called Wen Tingyi to stop.

"Master Jiu...Master Jiu..."

Wen Sen ran to him panting, and reported the situation anxiously.

"Half of the mountain has been searched, and it can be found before dawn."

Wen Tingyi turned around, and when he heard that Tang Wan hadn't been found yet, his eyes became even more irritable.

"Why did you send out so many people and couldn't find Logan?"

"Can you hurry up and use some snacks!"

Wen Tingyi scolded Wen Sen, and Wen Sen buried his head in shame, but he caught a glimpse of a white figure dangling in mid-air from the corner of his vision.

Vincent subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

It happened to meet Logan's face.

But Logan lowered his head, it was too dark, he couldn't see his face clearly.

Out of curiosity, he shone the flashlight in his hand.

The wind by the river was strong, and it blew intermittently, brushing Logan's hair back and forth, making her face vaguely visible and unclear.

After watching, Vincent sighed softly.

"This village is amazing enough, no matter what age it is, we still have to do this kind of superstitious worship to heaven."

"Too miserable for this girl."

Baitong heard the sound and accosted: "How do you know it's a girl?"

Wen Sen was a little helpless: "Who the hell uses a man to sacrifice to heaven? Have you heard of it?"

"I saw the face, otherwise could I tell you it's a girl?"

Hearing Wen Sen say that they saw the face, Wen Tingyi and Baitong couldn't help looking at Logan.

At this time, Vincent had already retracted the flashlight, and beat his shoulders exhaustedly.

"It's nothing to look at, it doesn't look good."

"Like a female ghost, half dead."

When Baitong and Wen Tingyi looked over, they only saw the white figure swaying leisurely, but they still couldn't see the face clearly.

"Go back first."

Wen Tingyi turned and left.

"Shen He—"

The old patriarch let out a long shout, and Tang Wan landed from mid-air, falling like stars in Wen Tingyi's peripheral vision, quickly and neatly.

"Puff-"

The sound of Tang Wan falling into the water reached Wen Tingyi's ears far away, his heart throbbed involuntarily, his mood suddenly became depressed, and he became inexplicably irritable.