Lin Ziyan pursed her lips, looking at the messy footprints on the ground, her heart clenched.

Blood was flowing from a pile of corn stalks...

"ah!!!"

Tiger lifted the pole and saw the two people lying there, screaming in terror.

He slumped to the side, his face drained of all color.

Little Fatty and Big Fatty lay unconscious side by side on the ground, their hands and feet cut and bleeding profusely.

His face was as white as paper, and he remained completely silent.

Ants were already crawling on the wound, and the smell of blood spread, enveloping the surroundings.

Lin Ziyan quickly covered her two younger sisters' eyes, "Don't look, turn around and stand still, I'll go and see."

Lu Yunshen and Yang Yanzhou rushed into the cornfield upon hearing the shouts. They smelled a strong stench of blood, exchanged a glance, and their expressions turned grave.

"Stop the bleeding as soon as possible, there's still hope. Get him to the hospital quickly..." Lin Ziyan's fingertips trembled, her stomach acid churning.

The pungent smell of blood mingled with the fresh scent of grass in the air, like a knife's edge, slowly torturing everyone present.

Tiger's face turned deathly pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

The older one can still be saved, but the little fat one... is he dead?

The thought popped into his head, and he shuddered, hugging his calves tightly with his arms.

Several people ran over, and two young men choked up as they spoke.

"Chen Liang, I'm leaving this to you. We're going to chase after those two." After saying that, Lu Yunshen immediately followed the footprints and chased after them.

If you want to run fast after leaving here, you have to go through a main road. He received the call and told someone to wait there.

…

Lin Ziyan carried her younger sister back to the village and heard crying.

“It’s Little Fatty’s mother…” Xiaoxiao choked up.

"Li Liu's wife, your son Da Pang has been taken to the hospital..." An aunt next to her said, then choked up and turned away to wipe her tears.

Grandma Li held her grandson and cried her heart out.

She just went to the vegetable garden, how could her grandson be gone...?

“Tiger, they went to play with you today. How come my Big Fatty and Little Fatty both got into trouble, but you're perfectly fine…” Granny Li grabbed Tiger, who was slumped to the side, and shook him.

Aunt Huang held Hu Zi in her arms, letting Granny Li pat her back.

Tiger bit his lip, his eyes were lifeless, and his whole body was trembling from shock.

He couldn't speak, but his chest felt like it was being crushed by a stone, and tears kept falling from his eyes.

"Grandma Li, stop hitting her..." The aunt next to her stopped her.

Aunt Huang didn't flinch at all; at that moment, her mind was blank, and she couldn't feel the pain in her body at all.

Grandma Li looked up and saw Lin Ziyan. She quickly wiped away her tears and asked, "Ziyan, what happened?"

Who...?

She choked up and couldn't speak, her eyes brimming with hatred.

The old man seemed to have aged ten years in an instant; his face was deathly pale, and the white hair at his temples was scattered.

Lin Ziyan briefly explained the situation.

Finally, I'd like to add, "They shouldn't be able to escape."

Qin Zhiji sat slumped to one side, his eyes moist.

"..." Granny Li patted her chest and collapsed to the ground, unable to speak.

Li Liu's wife fainted from crying, and chaos ensued.

Jiaojiao sobbed, her nose was red, and tears streamed down her face.

She preferred playing with Little Fatty to Big Fatty.

She didn't know what her sister meant by "gone," but she had never returned home since her mother and father passed away.

Lin Ziyan held Jiaojiao in one arm and used the other hand to hold her second sister Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, her eyes red.

If she weren't home today, Jiaojiao would probably have gone with Huzi.

Lin Atai sat on the stone stool by the door, her eyelids twitching. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lin Ziyan and the others return.

She quickly went over to take Jiaojiao, hugged her, and comforted her.

Grandma never joins in the village's commotion, but hearing the crying just now has made her very anxious.

"Grandma, let's go back inside quickly." Lin Ziyan's back was covered in cold sweat, and her teeth were chattering.

Now, when she closes her eyes, the scene from just now comes to mind.

The chubby boy's face was deathly pale, and blood was flowing on the ground.

The stench of blood lingered in Lin Ziyan's nostrils, making her feel nauseous.

"I'll go boil some water with pomelo leaves, you all can wash up." Grandma carried Jiaojiao inside.

Lin Ziyan nodded. Right now, all she wanted was a glass of lemonade to suppress the urge to vomit.

On the other side,

After following the footprints, Lu Yunshen suddenly stopped halfway.

Yang Yanzhou was covered in sweat and his mouth was dry; the two almost bumped into each other.

“Brother Shen,” he looked down at the blood on the grass, a cold glint in his eyes.

When they arrived, the blood was still warm. The corn stalks covering the wound were messy and barely covered anything; it was clear they had covered it in a hurry.

Lu Yunshen walked along the bloodstains towards the riverbank, his forehead beaded with sweat.

The muscles in his arms were taut, and the veins were slightly bulging.

"Step back a little, don't follow too closely," Lu Yunshen said in a low voice.

If those two people escaped from the riverbank, they might actually be able to escape the encirclement.

The bloodstains on the grass were buried deep, so they must have been left accidentally.

Judging from their escape footprints, they were in such a mess that they didn't have time to hide it, otherwise they wouldn't have kept shuffling along the grassy field ridges.

Yang Yanzhou followed for almost 100 meters, until he was so tired that he put his hands on his knees and was panting heavily.

There wasn't a single tree on the riverbank, and the sun was at its fiercest at this time.

The river flowed gently, and occasionally a few frogs would jump out and fall back into the water with a "plop".

Lu Yun Shen saw the traces in the grass, then glanced at the area under the bridge, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

He turned around and grabbed Yang Yanzhou, lifting his chin slightly, "Let's go take a look over there."

Yang Yanzhou blinked as he saw the water swirling under the bridge.

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