Quick Transmigration in Era Novels: All My Unfilial Sons Become Bigshots

Lin Yi and Ling Shuang, two incompatible thorns in the Time-Space Transmigration Administration,

were assigned to the same group.

The two need to collaborate to traverse into different ...

Chapter 143: The Abducted Female College Students in the 1980s 25

Lin Yi's smile grew even wider, his face clearly filled with disbelief. "I'm going to tell you one, two, three? Come on, come on, tell me three, two, one first. What's going on here? Curb my curiosity, or I might say something wrong and ruin your plans when I get out."

"You--!" Qiao Sanye was angry, her pretty face flushed and her chest heaved.

"What? Don't you want me to leave? The scenery here is really nice, and there are so many beautiful women around. It's okay if you don't leave. Although you are ugly, dark, thin, and have wrinkled braids, we are old acquaintances. When I settle down here, I will choose you to be my wife. What do you think?"

For some reason, seeing Qiao Sanye’s angry face, Lin Yi wanted to be even more angry with her.

"You bastard, you filthy rascal, you wish!" Qiao Sanye snatched the bamboo stick from Ni'er's hand and started beating Lin Yi.

"Oh, you are murdering your own husband. Okay, okay, even if you want to beat me to death, at least let me be a clear-headed ghost. Otherwise, even if I die, I will follow you every day, sticking out my long tongue, ha~ho~ sticking to your shadow, annoying you to death!" Lin Yi screamed exaggeratedly, and continued to talk dirty while screaming.

Qiao Sanye hadn't expected this man to be so thick-skinned, and since he couldn't really beat him to death, he angrily threw down the bamboo pole after being persuaded by the women in the valley, and rolled his eyes at Lin Yi: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Lin Yi: "Don't be so ungrateful. If Tie Niu hadn't insisted on coming back to pick you up, do you think I would be willing to come here? I'm just curious. If you want to talk about it, just say it. If you don't want to, that's fine too. I'll bring the goateed village chief from your village with me later. He's sure to like it here too."

When the women heard that he was going to lure the goat-bearded village chief over, their faces immediately darkened. The little girls were also filled with indignation. The youngest, still wearing a bib, raised a thin bamboo pole and almost poked Lin Yi in the eye, muttering, "Beat, beat, bad guy, beat him."

Qiao Sanye was helpless. She said to Lin Yi, "Tell me first, have you called the police? Will the police come? When will they come?"

Lin Yi had already guessed the identities of these women to a good degree. When she asked about calling the police, he sincerely made up a story: "Of course we did. The police came with us yesterday. Otherwise, do you think the two of us would have dared to break into your village? It would have required internal and external support. The police were lying in ambush outside the village at the time."

The girls' eyes lit up: "Really?"

Qiao Sanye was skeptical, always feeling that there was something wrong with this statement.

However, she made up her mind to quietly return to the village by herself and take a look. This sneaky bad guy would be locked up here first. After she was sure she had seen the police, she would lead them to the valley to pick him up.

She looked down at Lin Yi and said, "Just pretend you know the truth. I discovered this valley by accident when I was picking mushrooms in the mountains as a child. They--".

She pointed to the five women in their twenties and thirties gathered around her and continued, "Like my sister-in-law, they were brought back by Qiao Ya and his wife from our village and sold to the bachelors in our village who couldn't find wives. It's just that..."

Qiao Sanye bit her lip and looked at the women with sympathy in her eyes. She felt it was a bit cruel to talk about the experiences of these poor women in front of them.

The burned woman understood her reluctance, smiled bitterly, and spoke for her, "We were all abducted by them. Ever since we were sold to those disgusting men, there has been not a single day that we haven't thought about escaping. Look at the scars on my face; they were caused by the branding iron used by the man who bought me."