Zhu Chunhong watched helplessly as Song Yaozu dragged her step by step to the narrow path in front of his house. Seeing that she was about to reach her doorstep, she felt a deep sense of despair.

For Zhu Chunhong, Song Yaozu's home was nothing short of a cannibalistic den.

Looking at that door, she could almost see herself being swallowed up by the demonic abyss for the rest of her life.

Chunhong was in tears, her whole body numb from crying, every nerve in her body trembling with fear.

She racked her brains, but couldn't come up with a way to escape.

What to do, what to do...

She saved Song Zhaodi back then, now who can save her?

Song Yaozu knew she wouldn't agree to give in obediently. When he said he wanted her to stay at his house for one night, he was probably just trying to force her into a fait accompli and leave her with no other choice.

Chunhong struggled to call for help, but Song Yaozu had already stuffed a rag into her mouth, so she couldn't make a sound.

The road where Song Yaozu's house was located was very remote, with almost no houses nearby, only a large, desolate forest.

She was dragged and pulled on the ground for a long time without seeing a single person, and she didn't even have a chance to call for help.

Chunhong was filled with regret and remorse, and couldn't help but blame herself.

Why is she so unlucky? Why did she have to hang around in front of Song Yaozu and provoke such a person?

She knew perfectly well that there weren't many good men in this village, so she should have made herself even uglier and more inconspicuous...

Now that she's in this predicament, she can't think of any other way out.

The light in Zhu Chunhong's eyes gradually faded, leaving her with a look of despair and emptiness.

Is she really destined to be ruined by Song Yaozu for the rest of her life?

Chunhong closed her eyes in despair.

She had almost exhausted all her strength, and her whole body was numb as Song Yaozu dragged her on the ground like a rag doll.

Just when she was despairing and thought that her life was destined to be like this, suddenly, she seemed to hear a familiar voice.

It was a young woman's voice, desperately shouting "Stop!" from afar.

That voice sounds so familiar, it sounds like... Song Zhaodi's voice.

The thought had barely crossed Chunhong's mind when she gave a self-deprecating laugh.

How is that possible?

Song Zhaodi finally managed to escape, but it's hard to say whether she's settled down in just a few months. Even if she has, she knows this village is a den of monsters that devours people, and once you're in, it's hard to get out. So why would she come back so easily?

After all, she has no family or friends here, so there's no need for her to take this risk.

Moreover, Zhu Chunhong didn't want her to be so foolish.

Now that you've run away, you should run far away and live the life you once wanted, and never set foot in this filthy, disgusting village again.

In this way, even if she might live a life of misery for the rest of her life, the thought that someone she once saved is living a good and free life far away can bring her some comfort.

Chunhong slowly exhaled, numb and trembling, on the verge of despair and utterly at the mercy of others.

Suddenly, she heard a series of hurried footsteps approaching rapidly.

Before Zhu Chunhong could even lift her heavy eyelids, she felt Song Yaozu suddenly stop dragging her.

Song Yaozu shouted—

Who are you?