Everyone was immersed in this sad atmosphere, and no one noticed that Yang Ruoqing's face had turned extremely pale.

She pushed aside the crowd and walked toward the body of the third girl, her steps frivolous and her eyes glazed over.

Luo Fengtang turned around, saw her profile, frowned slightly, and then strode over to follow her.

Yang Ruoqing finally saw clearly the bloody face held by Mrs. Liu...

She couldn't bear it any longer, so she raised her hand to cover her mouth, blocking the sobs in her throat, and her body shook violently.

A pair of broad and strong hands supported her shoulders from behind, and Luo Fengtang's anxious voice sounded in her ears: "Qing'er?"

Yang Ruoqing turned around, threw herself into his arms, grabbed the lapel of his chest with both hands, and cried like a child.

Luo Fengtang was heartbroken. He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, and said a few words in a deep voice: "People cannot be resurrected after death. I am sorry and accept the change!"

The women cried together around the three girls, while the men forced themselves to start making arrangements for the funeral.

Yang Huazhong came over and persuaded Mrs. Liu to let go of the three girls first, so that they could get the person on a stretcher and carry her back to the village.

Mrs. Liu was like crazy and refused to let go.

Sun and Bao Suyun both came over to persuade. Yang Ruoqing also tried her best to calm down and turned around to help persuade Liu.

Her eyes fell on the third girl's bloody right hand hanging on the ground, and she seemed to have discovered something.

Grabbing the hand, Yang Ruoqing pinched her fingers one by one and counted them. Suddenly, she shouted: "Wrong, wrong, this is not the third girl. The fingers of the third sister are normal. This female corpse

His right hand has six fingers!”

Everyone was immediately excited and came to see one after another. Yang Huaming even snatched the torch from the person next to him and held it up to the female body, exclaiming: "It really is six fingers, not three girls!"

Yang Huazhong's eyes once again burst with hope: "I'm sure, it's not the third girl. Our third girl might still be alive!"

The tears on everyone's faces were not yet dry, but they were all excited. Yang Huaming took a few steps back and spat, because the female corpse was so terrifying and disgusting, and his stomach was churning at the moment.

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As for Mrs. Liu, because she was too sad, she couldn't believe it even when she heard people say that she was not the third girl.

Still sitting on the ground, he raised his head and stared blankly at the people under the torch, still holding the unknown female corpse in his arms.

"Fourth brother and sister, let go quickly. You hugged me by mistake."

When the woman learned that the female corpse in front of her was not her niece, both Sun and Bao Suyun were frightened. The two sisters worked together to pull Liu aside, and Liu finally recovered.

A faint hope rose again in my heart.

That hope is like a little soybean oil lamp burning in the cold wind. It might be blown out if you breathe louder.

Mrs. Liu didn't dare to be happy or take any chances. Looking at the majestic Mianniu Mountain in front of her in the night, her heart was once again weighed down by heavy stones.

Yang Huazhong and the others discussed it. Since this female corpse is not the third girl, the third girl must be found now.

If you want to see a living person, if you want to see a dead body, the best thing is to see a living person. With the blessing of Bodhisattva, you can see a living person.

As for the unidentified female corpse on the ground, although she was not from Changping Village, she couldn't just leave it here.

"There is a small room in Shanchong. The one where Zhang Xiangzi was previously imprisoned. Send people there first. When the news is released tomorrow, whose daughter has gone missing from any of the eight villages in the ten miles away, please come and claim it."

Yang Huazhong took off the keychain from his waist and pulled out one key: "Now, I'm going to the mountains to find someone. Can any of you help deliver this female corpse?"

The people who came with me looked at each other and were not very happy to pick up the key.

Luo Fengtang said: "I'll send it off."

Yang Huaming said: "I'll go with you. To be honest with you, I'm really scared to send him off alone."

It is estimated that this is also the reason why other people did not accept the keys.

Before, sadness made them temporarily forget their fear, but now that they were sure that the female corpse was an unrelated person, the fear of death was like a flood, rising in waves.

Luo Fengtang said to Yang Huaming: "Fourth uncle, I'm going alone. After I see you off, I'll go straight up the mountain and go up the mountain to find Third Sister."

"Tang Yazi and I will look for it together." Yang Ruoqing also raised her hand.

The third sister went to the mountains, and she, as the elder sister, had the responsibility.

That day, Risong took the key directly from Yang Huazhong and said, "Come on, don't fight over it. I was the one who accompanied her earlier, and the clothes she was wearing were also mine. I sent the Buddha to the West. Now I'd better let her go."

I'll go, I'll go and come back soon."

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and patted Narisong on the shoulder and said: "You are tired enough. After sending off, hurry back home to spend time with your child!"

Risong didn't refuse that day and leaned over to pick up the female corpse and left.

After walking a few steps, Mrs. Sun warned from behind: "Don't rush home when you get to the village. Go wash your hands in the pond."

That Risong responded and left quickly carrying the female corpse.

"Brother was such a warm-hearted and good man that day..." Mrs. Sun sighed.

The others nodded one after another, and they were also very courageous. In this dark and sloppy mountain, carrying a female corpse with mutilated flesh and blood on his back just left, what a great person!

"Let's not waste time and get to work!" Yang Huazhong turned around and waved his hand.

The women accompanied Liu back to the village, while the others went to look for her.

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On the winding and rugged mountain road, the tall and straight man walked vigorously, and his keen senses were infinitely magnified at night, capturing every trace of movement around him.

He was holding a sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword and his clothes were stained with blood.

He walked through the night, his steps rapid and heavy.

His steps suddenly stopped, his breath disappeared, and his senses spread out in a certain direction along his side.

The next moment, he pushed aside the branches and thorns blocking the road and ran like crazy, and finally came to the edge of a ravine.

"Who's down there?"

He used his sword to push aside the layers of branches and vines, and reached the bottom of the ditch with a penetrating sound.

The sobs of the girl at the bottom of the ditch suddenly stopped.

"Brother Liu...Brother Liu?"

Liu Xueyun's pupils shrank hard, and the hand holding the sword hilt tightened again and again.

He took a deep breath to calm his voice, and heard a rustling sound coming from the ditch, as if she was struggling to climb up, and the vines and thorns caught her clothes and made a tearing sound.

Continuously.

"Stay there and don't move around. I'll come down to find you."

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In the ditch, where the moonlight could not be seen, the sound of two people talking could be heard.

"Why did you come here? Do you know that your family is going crazy?"

"It's my fault, I've put a burden on you all..." The gentle sobs came again.

"Okay, don't cry, let's go up first. Can you...can you stand up?"

"I, I can...ah...hiss..."
Chapter completed!