honey trap

Lin Mitang was protected in Wen Jiao's arms, she couldn't see anything, she could only vaguely hear the faint cries mixed with the silence of the wind.And Wen Jiao's increasingly tense body showed that he was also tense.

At this moment, there was a "creak" sound behind him, as if footsteps broke a branch.

"Ah!" Lin Mitang was so frightened that he dug his head into Wen Jiao's arms and didn't dare to lift it up.

Behind them, a black shadow gradually approached, Wen Jiao also suffocated for breath, and quickly turned back with Lin Mitang.

The black shadow suddenly spoke, "It's late at night, what are you doing here?"

Sound like a man?

"Who are you?" Wen Jiao stood still, waiting for the other party to approach, and saw that he was dressed like a man who came up to the mountain to hunt.

The man's hair has grown a bit, and his beard is also a mess. He smiled and said, "I'm Lao Zhang, a villager in Hongmei Village down below. I don't have land at home, so I can only come to hunt. How about you?"

After Lin Mitang heard that it was someone, she was not so afraid, she withdrew from Wen Jiao's arms, and said without any defense: "Hello, we are guests of Uncle Mo's family, but we got lost in this mountain..."

Lao Zhang glanced at him, smiled and said: "It's really hard to find a way here at night. I sometimes rest here when it's late because I hunt on the mountain, so there is a mountain house here. Some daily necessities. Why don’t you stay with me for one night, and I’ll take you down the mountain at dawn tomorrow morning…”

Lin Mitang looked at Wen Jiao without saying a word.

Wen Jiao sized up the man, smiled gently and said, "That's the only way to go, so I'll trouble you."

Lao Zhang waved his hand to show that it was nothing, and led the two of them to his mountain house.

When we got to the place, it was indeed just a shabby little room, but there were all the daily necessities, and the oil lamp was on. With the light, Lin Mitang finally relaxed a little.

Lao Zhang found some dry food and handed them to them, "Are you hungry after walking around this mountain for so long? Eat something..."

Lin Mitang quickly took it over, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

His eyes were full of gratitude, and his pretty little face reflected a hazy beauty beside the faint firelight.

Old Zhang coughed lightly, stroked his beard and smiled, "I'm not that old either."

Lin Mitang smiled back, turned around and gave half of the dry biscuits in his hand to Wen Jiao, "Brother Wen, you eat."

Wen Jiao glanced at Lao Zhang on the other side, smiled and stretched out his hand to take it, "Thank you."

Dry biscuits were not tasty, but Lin Mitang was hungry, so he ate them with water.He felt a little sleepy in a daze, and slowly fell asleep leaning on Wen Jiao's body.

Wen Jiao covered him with clothes, and she seemed to be a little sleepy, and gradually closed her eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the man who was supposed to be asleep on the other side crawled up lightly.

He first took out the pockets of the two of them and put away some valuable things.

He glanced at Lin Mitang again, his eyes lingering for a few moments, his beautiful and almost indistinguishable face flashed in his mind, he still couldn't help but reached out and hugged him aside, tremblingly went to unbutton his clothes .While here, a black shadow slid over him silently.

Only one piece was untied, revealing half of his fair neck. The man's eyes lit up and he swallowed.In the next moment, his hands were firmly grasped by a pair of iron-like hands.

The man was startled, and turned his head to see Wen Jiao beside him through the blurred light and shadow. Those gentle eyes were full of coldness at this moment, and he couldn't help being stunned, "Why aren't you unconscious?"

"You mean this?" Wen Jiao threw the dry biscuit in his hand to him, and said flatly, "You're looking for death."

He didn't eat at all.

The man's heart became ruthless, he pushed him away hard, and turned around to get the hunting knife.

Wen Jiao put one foot on his back and kicked him to the ground, then raised his foot to step on him, picked up the wooden stick on the side with one hand and smashed it down.

He had sense in his hands, and he only beat him severely. After his head was bleeding, he carried him and threw him outside the house, then locked the door, and straightened his shirt collar.

Although he doesn't practice martial arts as often as Li Chongshen and the others, he still has no problem dealing with a single person.

He spread out his clothes and rested with Lin Mitang in his arms.

At night, she faintly heard crying again outside the door, Wen Jiao lowered her eyes to look at the sleeping Lin Mitang, and closed her own eyes.

……

There were sobbing and crying in the ears, and those who heard it felt terrified. Lin Mitang actually couldn't sleep, so he spent some points to let the system block him.

The system is actually a little puzzled about what happened today, this is the first time the host has confessed to someone, 【Do you like gentle ones? 】

Lin Mitang said without thinking: [I like it. 】

... Could it be that whoever is sick likes to force and overbearing to order him every day? ...Well, it seems that it is quite interesting to change the style occasionally...

Lin Mitang is still thinking about it——

System: [Got it. 】

……

Early the next morning, there was a loud noise outside the house, and Wen Jiao immediately opened his eyes, waking Lin Mitang up.

"Brother Wen, what's wrong?" Lin Mitang rubbed his eyes,

Before Wen Jiao could speak, the door had already been kicked open, and there were Lao Mo and Mo Shan standing outside the house, and they brought a group of villagers with them.

Their faces were cold and serious, and they looked a little scary.

Lin Mitang was a little confused, so, "Uncle Mo, Brother Mo Shan, what happened?"

"Come out and see for yourself." Lao Mo was extremely serious.

Lin Mitang was fully awake now, followed Wen Jiao, and when he walked out of the house, he saw the man outside the house who had been dead for a long time, it was the Orion Lao Zhang from last night.

He was covered in wounds, his face was covered with blood, his neck was almost twisted into a strange arc, and his eyes were turned outward, making him look a little scary.

Lin Mitang hurriedly turned his eyes away, afraid of having nightmares at night.

"What's going on here?" Lao Mo threw the blood-stained stick he found in the house in front of them, and said angrily, "Why did you kill him?"

"We didn't!" Lin Mitang looked at Wen Jiao in a panic. He didn't know anything, but he believed him.

Wen Jiao was still calm, he patted Lin Mitang on the back lightly to let him not be afraid, looked at Lao Mo and said: "We didn't kill him, report to the authorities."

The villagers were furious and wanted to give an explanation.

Old Mo gritted his teeth and said, "Take them back and lock them up first!"

During this period, Mo Shan glanced at Lin Mitang, but he remained silent and did not speak.

Wen Jiao and Lin Mitang were taken back and locked behind the ancestral hall, while Li Chongshen and He Wujin didn't know where they were.

Strangely, those people disappeared after they brought them back. He Wujin and Li Chongshen didn't appear until the locked door was smashed open from the outside at night.

"Brother Chongshen, Brother Wujin, where have you been!" Lin Mitang was a little surprised.

The two explained: "You didn't come back all night. We were looking for you everywhere, but we didn't expect to see them take you away."

"They are holding a meeting in front of the ancestral hall, probably to discuss what to do with you, let's go, this ghost place is weird and tight."...

Lin Mitang nodded, and the group walked out cautiously, but they had to bypass the front to leave the ancestral hall.

The torches were lit, and the ancestral hall was brightly lit. Almost everyone in the village was here, but at a glance, they were all men?They all huddled together and didn't know what they were doing.

Lin Mitang looked around, and finally everyone seemed to spread out to reveal a gap.

His eyes also fell on the center half surrounded by the crowd. It was a stone platform covered with silk cloth. It seemed that there was a naked girl lying on the white flowered platform, and the silk cloth under it had been covered with blood. Dyed red, only a corner of white shows its original color.

"This won't work, it's not a virgin." The middle-aged man who had just buttoned his clothes said coldly.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 flower fades;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 2 for you too tight; 1 for Xianmiao and Susudian;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：俊俊家小朋友20瓶；吱吱川12瓶；慕修11瓶；苏苏殿、依古比古10瓶；沐嬅轻羽、258409515瓶；念念、执笔问浮生不平2瓶；丹嘟、安于明晦、无情1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!