Nightmare Attack

As soon as these words came out, even Zhou Rong, who always showed a positive and reliable image to others, couldn't help but be shocked. After a long while, he said awkwardly: "Mr. Yin is still so humorous."

Jiang Cheng pinched his waist and said carelessly: "I just don't understand how Village Chief Qian dares to leave such a secret matter to a stranger. Isn't he afraid of problems?"

His words opened up new ideas for everyone.

In the past, everyone's issues focused on Zhao Xiangmei's identity, but this Yin Zhiping took a different approach and suspected the relationship between Village Chief Qian and Zhao Xiangmei.

There was sudden silence in the room.

Indeed, abducting and selling women is a serious crime punishable by gunfire. How could they trust a foreigner?

Li Lu endured the severe pain in her leg and said, "Could it be that Zhao Xiangmei's husband is from Xiaoshijian Village? So she can be considered half a villager."

"It's possible," Zhou Rong said after thinking.

The people who can stand here are not newcomers. They have already felt that the difficulty of this mission is different from what they have experienced before. Day and night have passed, and apart from paying one life, the plot has not made substantial progress.

This can't go on like this

Jiang Cheng squinted at the window, turned around and said, "It's not dark yet. I think we should be divided into two groups. One group will stay here to wait for the food to be delivered, and the other group will go to the village for a walk."

"Is it too dangerous?" Jiang Zhongyi swallowed and asked softly.

His worries were not unreasonable. The sky in the mountains was not as dark as outside. It was always dark. If he didn't get back before dark, there was no telling what would happen.

Pei Qian nodded, as if after careful consideration, "Then I'll leave it to Mr. Yin." He raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng with great concern, "You don't have to worry here, I'll stay and deal with them."

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng looked at Pei Gan up and down with great interest. This sanctimonious old guy was comparable to Zhen Jianren in the previous book, but even more shameless.

"Mr. Pei, please be careful," Jiang Cheng responded to him with the same concerned eyes.

After determining the course of action, the next step is to group them.

Li Lu had an injury on her leg and had no choice but to stay. Yu Man didn't seem to be optimistic about her plan to go to the village and said she wanted to stay.

Counting Pei Qian, there were already three people left.

"I'll go out and take a look," Zhou Rong nodded to Jiang Cheng and then announced.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Xiaomeng also chose to go for a walk in the village.

In this way, there are three people who are sure to stay and three people who are going out.

Among the people who could breathe, only Jiang Zhongyi did not express his position.

Generally speaking, there are more people who go out to look for clues than those who stay to guard the house. Although Jiang Zhongyi also wanted to stay, he was soft-spoken, and in the end he wisely kept his mouth shut.

"I will accompany you too."

Jiang Zhongyi grimaced, and it was clear from his expression that he was very reluctant.

But to his surprise

"You don't need to."

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he left with Chen Xiaomeng and Zhou Rong without looking at him.

Jiang Zhongyi was very excited, but he didn't want to show it too obviously, and his face turned red.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the look in Chen Xiaomeng's eyes when she passed by him. Her eyes were cold and strange, as if she were looking at a corpse.

Jiang Zhongyi himself was frightened by his own thoughts and hurriedly shook his head. When he looked up again, several people had already walked away.

The setting sun hung slanting on the top of the mountain, and while walking slowly along the path in the village, smoke from cooking fires floated from time to time in the distance.

It seems that even though something like this happened, some people still chose to stay.

This is the so-called hard-to-leave country.

There are two worlds separated by the bluestone slab under the feet. The door on one side is closed or the window frame is broken, which is already abandoned.

On the other side, although it was dilapidated, several vegetable patches still showed that it was still inhabited.

Poverty is the main theme here, and there is a massive lack of labor. For a village like this that relies on fishing and hunting to survive, it is undoubtedly a disaster.

The terrain in the mountains is rugged and not suitable for large-scale food cultivation.

Chen Xiaomeng seemed to know what Jiang Cheng was thinking. While looking at a few vegetable beds, she sneered: "Even if the people in the village can rely on reclaiming land to support themselves, can Zhao Xiangmei let them go?"

Because of this, Zhao Xiangmei is the calamity that the villagers cannot avoid.

The footsteps of several people were tapping, as if they were walking around completely aimlessly. Jiang Cheng looked left and right. Zhou Rong originally wanted to find a chance to be alone with Jiang Cheng, but he didn't expect Chen Xiaomeng to follow him.

"Who?" Zhou Rong asked alertly.

Looking along Zhou Rong's line of sight, a small head appeared behind the fence of the yard not far away.

It was a girl, about 6 or 7 years old, wearing light blue coarse cloth, with a pair of big innocent eyes, looking at them curiously.

She probably thought that she was hiding well and would not be discovered, so she acted very panicked after Zhou Rong found her.

She jumped down from the half-stepped fence, turned around, and was about to run home.

But suddenly, she stopped and stared at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng looked at her with a smile, stretched out his palm, and there was a crumpled bun in his palm.

The girl's throat couldn't help but roll up and down.

The next thing was much simpler. Jiang Cheng successfully lured the little girl out with a steamed bun, and they chose a shady place to sit down.

"What's your name?" Chen Xiaomeng tilted her head and asked.

"Honghong."

The girl ate the steamed buns with big mouthfuls. The steamed buns were not too small, but she was allowed to take a few bites and ate most of them. In the end, she choked a little.

As they got closer, everyone found that the girl was thinner than she looked, and her complexion was also an unhealthy sallow color.

"You live in that courtyard?"

"Yeah," the girl nodded, sticking out her little tongue and licking the steamed bun residue in her hand very seriously.

The yard she was talking about was the one with the vegetable patch in front of the door.

"Who are the people in your family?" Zhou Rong interrupted and asked.

The girl licked her lips, feeling a little unfinished. After a period of contact, she became bolder.

She glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was also holding a steamed bun and biting it, swallowed, stretched out her hand and said, "Give me the steamed bun in your hand, and I will tell you."

After taking the half steamed bun handed over by Jiang Cheng, the girl's eyes were shining happily. She kept swallowing, but she seemed to have thought of something and held back.

Finally, he carefully stuffed half of the steamed bun into his pocket.

"There is no one else in my family," the girl lowered her head, "only Honghong is left."

She stared at her toes as she spoke, looking very pitiful, but her big eyes twitched in her sockets from time to time. Just when she felt that her acting skills were enough to get through, she tightened her neck and lifted her feet off the ground.

Jiang Cheng held the girl up in the air as if holding a little chicken.

Then he reached out and took out the half steamed bun from the girl's pocket and stuffed it back into his clothes.

"Then I won't spoil you anymore," Jiang Cheng said, "I'm not your father."