After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people

Aunt Liang was sandwiched between Song Siwen and Jiang Baige. She nodded without hesitation: "Okay, but... I have to tell you first, Erzhu..."

"What's up with him?"

Song Siwen didn't know, but Jiang Baige knew the answer: Erzhu was a disabled person.

He had suffered from polio, and although he survived, the right side of his body was atrophied. Because of this, he could not find a wife even when he reached the right age for marriage, and his health was getting worse and worse. If he didn't want children, he might not be able to have children.

The family naturally thought of buying a daughter-in-law.

These are what Jiang Baige saw in the news, but they are just guesses.

Because the victim of that incident has lost the ability to express himself, there is no definite evidence of the sale, and the people in the village are covering up for each other...

Finally, it took the help of the vast number of netizens to discover that the victim was actually a doctoral student at Anjing University.

That's why Jiang Baige didn't take immediate action after learning that Xiaomi was missing, because she knew that if she didn't make thorough preparations, not only would she not be able to punish those villains who trafficked in women, she might not even be able to rescue Xiaomi and Zhuang Yao.

Then they might repeat the tragedy of their previous life.

Moreover, Jiang Baige had a hidden worry in her heart, that was in her previous life...

"Here we are."

Aunt Liang's voice interrupted Jiang Baige's thoughts.

In front of him was a brick house that was even more dilapidated than the Liang family's. It was crumbling, and when he looked up from below, he felt that the tiles were going to fall down on his head.

Although the house was dilapidated, it was obvious that it covered a large area. In addition to the large house in front of them, there were two smaller houses on each side.

But Jiang Baige knew that there was an independent cottage behind the mansion which was locked all year round.

But even if you open the hut, you won't feel anything strange.

Because to discover the strangeness, you have to pry open the loose wooden board. When you lift up the wooden board that serves as the door, you will find a rusty iron ring. Pull it open and soon you will hear the sound of a long iron chain rustling through the air.

It was dark underground.

You have to turn on a strong flashlight to make sure you don't miss a step on the rotting wooden ladder.

The wooden stairs that seem to have no end seem to lead to the legendary hell.

And Zhuang Yao, who was tortured to the point of losing her human form in her previous life, lives here.

Of course, she was not in the basement when she was seen. The basement was where she slept.

After watching the live broadcast of an internet celebrity, a "busybody" realized that this "wife" who only occasionally appeared on camera when Erzhu was "showing off" was very weird, so he came here for "exploration" and discovered this real residence.

And that nosy person was the one who first brought the whole thing to light - she was a reporter.

Now, Jiang Baige simply "plagiarized" the reporter's memory and "copied" her approach based on her own memory and came here ahead of time.

She hoped the reporter wouldn't blame her for losing a big story.

The sun was so dazzling at this moment. Jiang Baige could not imagine that Zhuang Yao, who would be so cheerful, strong and smart in the future, would be locked up in the sunlight not far away.

So many years.

Endless struggles, endless calls for help - but no one found her.

Jiang Baige suddenly felt weak in the legs and almost sat down on the ground. Song Siwen quickly grabbed her and asked in a low voice: "Do you also think something is wrong here?"

Song Siwen relies on intuition and observation, while Jiang Baige relies on the rebirth buff.

"Well, get your phone ready and wait and see what happens."

Aunt Liang took a few steps forward and knocked on the wooden door. Dong, dong, dong - dong, dong - the sound seemed to knock on Jiang Baige's heart, until after the seventh or eighth knock, there was finally a response from the door.

"Who is it? Why are you knocking in the middle of the day?"

An impatient female voice.

Aunt Liang was not angry at all. She smiled and shouted back: "There are college students from the city. They said they want to do live broadcasts for us. They can make money."

"What college student, liar..."

The door creaked open, and the moment the other party saw Jiang Baige and Song Siwen, he swallowed the word "zi" and put on a smiling face.

"Oh, this is a college student? She is so cute."

As he was about to reach out his hand to pull someone away, Jiang Baige calmly took a step back and Aunt Liang moved closer.

"Erzhu's mother, you don't know this! They are not just college students - they are graduate students! And they are from Anjing University!"

This is what Song Siwen said when he was chatting with Aunt Liang just now.

"Anjing University?"

Sure enough, even in this remote area, people had heard of the name of Anjing University. Erzhu's mother retracted her originally enthusiastic hand, and when she glanced at the two tall and strong boys standing behind her, her expression suddenly turned cold, and her tone returned to its previous impatient tone.

She waved her hands at them and said, "Go, go, go. My small temple can't hold all these big Buddhas."

Aunt Liang quickly grabbed the door, and Song Siwen's selfie stick was placed in front of Erzhu's mother.

Erzhu's mother blocked it and said, "What the hell is this?"

"It's a live broadcast." Song Siwen smiled and turned around, pointing the front camera at her and Erzhu's mother, and their faces instantly appeared on the phone.

She put her arm around Erzhu's mother's shoulder and said, "Come, say hello to the netizens."

Song Siwen is very good at pestering people, and Erzhu's mother is no match for him at all. She was actually moved to start the live broadcast. After a greeting from his family, Jiang Baige and the others followed him into the main house, and Erzhu's mother's expression softened.

"We are now at Erzhu's home in Wangnan Village, Fengshui County, Xuyang City. Wow, this furniture looks like it's from decades ago. Is it made of solid wood? I don't know? It doesn't look cheap to me... Ah, there's also a TV and an Internet cable... Is this a computer?"

Erzhu's mother was a little shy in front of the camera: "That's my son's. He usually uses the computer to do some work."

"It seems that Brother Erzhu is also an expert on the Internet. I admire you!"

Erzhu's mother was completely lost in Song Siwen's praises and began to be led by the nose. He took them to look around the house from the living room to the kitchen, and from the outer room to the inner room. However, Song Siwen was tactful enough not to pry open the other two tightly closed doors - probably the bedrooms of those who had not yet gotten up.

Just as they were about to walk from the back of the house to the independent hut, the wooden door began to creak.

The voice was hoarse and old, as if it was an ancient beast crawling out of a grave, dragging its heavy body... It was impossible to ignore it.

Several people turned around, but before they could see the face in the shadows clearly, an old but unhappy voice sounded -

"Go back to where you came from!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Siwen saw the comments on his phone were full of "How terrifying", "Who is this", "Isn't this some uncivilized place?", "I will never dare to go to a remote place again", "Fengshui County, block it"...

She immediately switched the camera to the rear and aimed it at the wrinkled face.