Chapter 793: Chapter 793: Surviving a Great Disaster
The audience watched helplessly as the Fifth Son on her back was snatched away by a man who, holding the child aloft, threatened, “If you resist, I will strangle this child right here.”
The cries of Fifth Son were deafening, yet he cried out, “Don’t worry about me!”
How could Village Girl Yang not care?
When this child had been brought to her, he was but a bawling infant. Though he was an adopted son, she loved him as her own.
She knelt on the ground, pleading bitterly.
Seeing her kneeling with two girls in her arms and refusing to let go, nine others showed malicious intent, one of them stepping forward to kick her in the back.
In the television screen, the memories of ten people appeared.
It was a carriage, adorned with jewels, exuding immense wealth, from which a delicate jade hand emerged, belonging to a face with upturned eyes and unparalleled seductiveness.
The woman, high above them, looked at the ten people, “Don’t spare a single one of the six little mongrels, and as for that woman, she does have some beauty. If you’re interested, you can have your fun with her, just don’t let her die too easily.”
The curtains of the carriage fell, and the ten people knelt down, responding, “As you command.”
The rain soaked the clothes on Village Girl Yang, the wet fabric outlining her figure as it clung to her body.
The ten people, originally uninterested in a village girl, exchanged looks, remembering the commands of the high and mighty Miss of the Marquis’ Mansion.
One man lifted her chin with the back of his knife, exposing her tear-stricken face, fragile yet pitifully lovely.
Lust surged…
The ten men, obeying the orders of the Miss of the Marquis’ Mansion, couldn’t possibly spare the three children, grabbing them and running to the edge of a cliff, pretending to throw them off.
In the rain at night, she was threatened and violated while trying to protect the three children.
The scene was not shown, but faint laughter of men and the terrible screams of a woman could be heard.
But those watching the TV knew what this poor Village Girl Yang had endured.
She lay miserably on the ground, but those men did not spare the three children, snapping their necks in front of her and tossing them off the cliff.
She staggered forward to save the children, but lost her footing and fell into the cliff.
The ten men looked down from the cliff’s edge, one of them frowning, “Is she dead or alive?”
“Tch, with such a high mountain, how could she be alive?”
“Just worried if she somehow survives due to some freak luck, our mission would be a failure.”
“Should we go down and look?”
“Search for what? Even a martial artist wouldn’t survive that fall, let alone a frail woman.”
“Then, what shall we report when we go back?”
“Just say we killed her, dead for sure.”
The ten men exchanged glances, their eyes reaching a consensus.
…
The sunlight shone on the cliff, where a crooked tree grew, upon which hung a woman in disheveled clothing, utterly wretched.
The harsh sunlight woke her from her stupor, and the nightmarish events of the previous night seemed like a terrible dream.
She looked around, realizing her predicament, her face turned deathly pale and her heart ached so much she found it hard to breathe.
“It’s all real… not a dream… not a dream…”
She dared not move, the crooked tree creaking, as if it might break at any moment.
She did not know how long she had been hanging under the glaring sun, but in a half-daze, she heard a conversation between an old man and Xiao Tong.
“Master, look, there’s someone hanging there!”
“You must be mistaken, with these cliffs, how could there be someone?”
“It’s true, Master, look quickly, it’s a person!”
“Eh? It really is a person!”
“Master, let’s rescue her?”
“I am too old, you go by yourself.”
“Master, my qinggong… isn’t good enough yet.”
“Tch, now you realize you’re useless, should practice more diligently!”
“I get it! Master, hurry and save her, if she stays in the sun much longer, she might just turn into a dried corpse!”
“Tch, what bad luck, came out to gather herbs, now saddled with an extra burden.”