Chapter 171 The beast was terrified.

Zhang Lan looked around in a panic.

There's no way I can hide in bed anymore.

She could stop the bandits from pulling off her bed, but she couldn't stop Lei Ying.

The house is only so big, where else can we hide?

Zhang Lan quickly pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Chen Chu, whispering, "Climb out the back window. I hope you can escape safely."

Climbing out the back window is also not safe.

"Shh." Shen Chu made a shushing gesture. "Don't panic, and don't be afraid."

She lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped directly onto the roof.

Zhang Lan subconsciously looked up, just as the door was suddenly pushed open.

She trembled with fright and quickly looked away, suppressing the urge to look up, and looked at the bandit leader Lei Ying.

Lei Ying was in his early forties, with a head full of small braids and a large knife slung over his shoulder, making him look extremely fierce.

Clang.

He tossed the broadsword onto the table, crossed his legs, sat down, and looked around.

What were you doing inside just now?

Zhang Lan lowered her head, her voice somewhat stiff, "I didn't do anything, I was just lying down to rest."

Lei Ying frowned. "Thieves have broken into the village. Did Old Ghost search it just now?"

Zhang Lan nodded. "Hmm, I wonder who came in? Have they been caught?"

Lei Ying turned his head and stared at Zhang Lan for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled Zhang Lan onto his lap.

Zhang Lan struggled to get down, "What is the chieftain doing? In broad daylight!"

Lei Ying snorted, "This Lei Gong Village is my territory, I don't care if it's broad daylight or the dead of night."

"Whenever I want it, you have to give it to me."

Sizzle.

Zhang Lan's top was torn, revealing her delicate, snow-white collarbone.

Lei Ying's breathing quickened, and a strong desire welled up in his eyes. He grabbed Zhang Lan and threw her onto the bed.

Then he pounced on it in a great hurry.

While tearing at Zhang Lan's clothes, he panted, "A pampered young lady is just different."

Tsk tsk, her little face is as red as a peach, and her skin is so smooth and silky, like satin.

"I've been messing with you for days, and seeing you still makes me incredibly itchy."

He buried his face in Zhang Lan's porcelain-white neck, nibbling at her while trying to pull at her skirt.

Zhang Lan gripped her belt and struggled fiercely.

"Chief, please don't do this, I'm really not feeling well."

Lei Ying was feeling extremely uncomfortable at the moment, and he didn't allow her to struggle. He raised his hand and slapped her.

"Little bitch, I'm willing to mess with you, so you should happily serve me."

Don't you want your mother to live? Or do you want me to abandon her to the brothers below?

Quite a few old widowers in the village have taken a liking to your mother; they've mentioned it to me several times already.

Zhang Lan's expression changed drastically. "No!"

Lei Ying pinched her chin, laughing wildly.

"Then you'd better serve me well. If you make me happy, I won't let your mother serve anyone else."

Zhang Lan bit her lip tightly, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her eyes.

Lei Ying tightened his grip, "Back then, your father demanded that we ensure you and your mother died without a burial place."

You begged me to be your concubine so your mother could live, and I only agreed because I was soft-hearted. I even got two headless corpses to fool your father.

I've been playing with you for so many days, and now you're pretending to be a chaste and virtuous woman? Do you expect someone to come and rescue you?

You should give up on that idea as soon as possible. You and your mother are both in the village, and your father wishes you were both dead.

Who do you think will come to save you? You might as well serve me well before I get tired of you.

"Only when I'm happy can you have a good life."

As Lei Ying spoke, he ripped open Zhang Lan's inner garment, threw the small silver abacus hanging around her neck to the ground, and pounced on her.

Zhang Lan lay stiffly on the bed, a deep despair flashing across her face, and two clear tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

Shen Chu poked his head out from the rooftop, his hands clenched into fists.

So that's the truth.

The person who colluded with the bandits of Leigongzhai was not County Magistrate Zhao Bin, but Jiang Hongzhi.

He actually let the bandits kill his wife and daughter and then framed Zhao Bin. He was a beast.

No, calling him a beast is an insult to the word "beast."

Lei Ying, the bandit leader, took Jiang Hongzhi's job and also coveted Zhang Lan's beauty, so he used Madam Zhang's life as leverage to force Zhang Lan into his own possession.

Poor Zhang Lan had no choice but to sacrifice herself to the wolf in order to save her mother's life.

Seeing the despair and humiliation in Zhang Lan's eyes, Shen Chu slowly raised the dagger in her hand.

Zhang Lan, who was lying on the bed, saw Shen Chu's actions and her expression changed slightly.

She shook her head desperately, signaling to Shen Chu not to save her, her eyes filled with pleading.

Shen Chu knew her worries.

She feared that if she killed Lei Ying, it would alert all the bandits in the village.

They won't be able to escape the village at all.

She and her mother must both die.

Shen Chu held up a finger to her lips, signaling her not to panic or be afraid.

She then moved quietly to one side of the roof beam.

There is a hole about the size of a fist in the gap between the roof beams and the tiles.

Shen Chu carefully removed a tile and used a dagger to stir it inside the hole a few times.

A moment later, a mouse as thick as a forearm scurried out of the hole in a panic.

In the blink of an eye, she flicked the blade lightly with her dagger.

The rat tumbled down and landed precisely on Lei Ying's head.

Snap.

Feeling something attacking him, Lei Ying reached up and grabbed something furry on his head.

Turning my head, I met a pair of eyes the size of mung beans, round ears, a pointed mouth, and whiskers that twitched up and down.

The lust-fueled Thunder Eagle meets the shifty-eyed Rat.

Mouse: Squeak squeak.

Lei Ying shuddered in shock and wilted.

"A mouse."

He shuddered and instinctively flung the rat away violently.

The mouse fell into the corner, its small body trembled, and it scurried around the room in fright, finally squeezing out through the half-open window.

Any man would feel uncomfortable or frightened at this moment.

Lei Ying was so annoyed that he lost all interest in anything.

Especially when he saw that there was still a clump of rat hair on his body, his expression changed. He jumped off Zhang Lan and left with a resentful look, carrying his knife.

As if she had survived a disaster, Zhang Lan quickly gathered her clothes, got out of bed, and closed the door.

She leaned against the door, feeling utterly exhausted, and slowly slid down to the floor, silently shedding tears.

A small silver abacus was presented to her.

"Don't cry, it's not your fault that you were bitten by an animal. In that terrible situation, you saved yourself and your mother."

You are an amazing girl.

She trembled and stared blankly up at the scene.

Although the boy in front of me had a sallow complexion, his voice was gentle and his expression was kind. In particular, his eyes showed no trace of disdain, but were instead filled with clear warmth and appreciation.

For more than a month, she felt like she was in hell, living a life worse than death.

In the dead of night, she even contemplated suicide.

But she couldn't die; she still had her mother to protect. So she gritted her teeth and endured the nausea, letting Lei Ying do whatever he wanted to her.

She even felt utterly filthy, and every time Lei Ying left, she would repeatedly wash herself, wishing she could scrub off a layer of skin.

But now someone is firmly telling her: she is not wrong, she is amazing, and the ones who are wrong are those heartless beasts.

The emotions that had been suppressed inside finally erupted.

Zhang Lan could no longer control herself, and tears streamed down her face.

You wipe it off and it's still there, you wipe it off and it's still there, it's like it can never be wiped dry or wiped away.

Chen Chu wanted to reach out and pat her to comfort her, however small the gesture.

Just as his long, slender fingers were about to land on Zhang Lan's shoulder, they suddenly stopped and hovered there.