"Who! Who!" Ning Jia felt panicky.
This set of sack tricks was so familiar to her that she had used it twice herself. Unexpectedly, she encountered such a situation today.
She was put in a sack!
The other party said nothing, tied the sack neatly with a rope, carried it on his shoulder and walked away.
"Who are you? Let me go! Put me down!" Ning Jia punched and kicked in the sack, shouting, "Someone, help me!"
Normally at this time of year, the country road leading from the town to the village would be crowded with people, but because of the heavy rain on the previous day, the road was so quiet that almost no one could be seen.
The wind and rain completely drowned out her cries for help, and no matter how hard she cried, she received no response.
Next, she felt like she was tied to the back of a bicycle like cargo, and the bicycle was running on a muddy road.
Ning Jia knew that he could not escape, so he silently counted numbers and calculated the time in his heart, so that he could use this to estimate how far he was from the departure point.
After about ten minutes, the car stopped and she was thrown to the ground.
The rough sack rubbed her cheeks sorely, and her body was dragged roughly on the muddy and gravel road. She could feel like she was being dragged up the mountain.
There was nothing else in my ears except the sound of the raging rain and the thunder that made my scalp tingle.
In the darkness, fear grew wildly like weeds.
Ning Jia told herself to stay calm, she must stay calm.
Finally, it stopped.
What will the other party do to her next? Ning Jia's heart was pounding, her heart was in her throat, and she felt extremely nervous about what was about to happen.
"This little girl is so delicate and tender. We can finally have some fun tonight." A hoarse and obscene voice penetrated the rain and pierced Ning Jia's eardrums.
"Don't waste time, do it quickly. It's raining so hard, don't let anything go wrong." Another voice sounded a little impatient.
The sack was untied and Ning Jia's face was revealed.
She saw two ugly looking men.
Two people dragged her out and pressed her to the ground. One tried to take off her shirt and the other tried to take off her pants.
Depend on!
Ning Jia was extremely panicked.
No way!
How did she get into this trouble?
Is it because he is a supporting character in a time-travel novel? She even encountered such bad luck!
"Don't touch me!" Ning Jia shouted, "Money, I'll give you money! I have money, just name an amount, I'm willing to use the money to buy my personal safety!"
"Money? We don't need it! We want you! Seeing that you have delicate skin and tender flesh, I want to have a taste of you!"
"Who's going first?"
"I!"
"Okay, I'll hold her down for you!"
This was the first time that Ning Jia intuitively felt the disparity in strength between men and women. The other party pinned her down, and no matter how she struggled, it was useless.
Even so, she had to struggle and not give up the last glimmer of hope.
Just as she was about to despair, a sharp shout pierced the darkness of the rainy night: "What are you doing! Let her go!"
This voice sounds familiar.
Ning Jia recognized him instantly—Qin Ming!
"Qin Ming! Qin Ming, save me!" Ning Jia shouted for help.
"Don't be afraid! I will save you!" Qin Ming bent down, picked up a wooden stick on the ground, and rushed towards the two men.
Amidst the thunder and lightning, three people wrestled with each other.
Qin Ming still had some ability and fought off the two gangsters several times.
In the chaos, the criminals were beaten so fiercely that one of them took out the knife he was carrying and cut his forearm. Blood gushed out instantly, flowing on the skin washed by rain, and was quickly diluted.
"Stop! Stop fighting! We can't handle this any longer, let's retreat! Let's retreat!"
After the two men discussed it, they decided not to fight anymore and turned around and ran away.
Ning Jia watched helplessly as the two gangsters snatched away her bicycle, and also took away Qin Ming's bicycle thrown on the side of the road, and ran away.
"Ning Jia, Ning Jia, don't be afraid! I'm here!" Qin Ming took a few steps to Ning Jia, his voice urgent, but with the power to soothe people.
Ning Jia's body was shaking, the horror in his eyes was still fading, "Qin Ming, why is it you..."
Qin Ming wiped the rain off his face and panted, "I was getting stitches at the hospital, and on the way I saw something was wrong! I followed to see what was going on, but I didn't expect it was you."
After he finished speaking, he was thankful: "Luckily I followed along, otherwise, I really can't imagine what would happen next."
"Thank you... Thank you." Ning Jia's whole body was chilled by the rain. She hugged her arms and spoke with trembling lips.
"You're welcome! Our car has been taken away by them, so we can only leave here on foot! Can you walk?" Qin Ming asked.
Ning Jia tried to stand up. His knees really hurt. The slightest effort caused excruciating pain.
"Yes."
Qin Ming walked in front of Ning Jia and bowed slightly, "Don't be so stubborn! I'll carry you. Your leg is injured and it's hard to walk on the mountain road."
Ning Jia refused again and again: "No, I can walk by myself."
"What are you afraid of? You won't still care about the difference between men and women in this place, right?"
"If someone sees us, I'm afraid people will gossip about us." Ning Jia was unwilling to do so from the bottom of his heart.
"There's no one here except you and me. If I don't tell you and you don't tell me, who would know? If you don't want me to carry you, then I'll carry you!"
"No!" Ning Jia said hurriedly, "I can walk! The road is slippery, it's safer to walk by myself. I appreciate your kindness!"
She gritted her teeth, dragged her injured leg, and staggered towards the temple. Every step she took felt like she was walking on a knife edge, and the splashes of mud covered her legs.
Qin Ming had no choice but to let her do it.
"Where are you planning to go? How about taking shelter in this town? I still have some money in my pocket. If not, we can stay in this guesthouse for one night." he asked.
Ning Jia shook his head: "No, let's go directly to the village. The guesthouse won't let you stay without a certificate."
"Can you walk with your legs? Look how heavy the thunderstorm is. It will be dawn if you walk any further! How about this, we find a place to shelter from the rain first? When the rain gets lighter, we can go back to the village together." Qin Ming suggested.
Seeing Ning Jia hesitate, he tried to dissuade her again: "I... am too tired. I was injured and bleeding just now. I need to rest for a while. Besides, it's dark in the mountains. It's very dangerous. We should rest for a while before we go on."
Ning Jia saw the wound on his arm and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll follow your instructions! Is the wound on your arm okay?"
Qin Ming took a look and said: "It hurts. But it's worth it to save you. Let's go, there is a small temple ahead, let's go in and wait for a while."
Qianben Ningjia didn't know where this place was.
As soon as she saw the small temple, she knew it. This is Balizhuang, the nearest village to the town. There is a Bodhisattva temple on the mountain in Balizhuang Village.
Every time she passed by the town of Wei, she could see this small temple.
It used to be a place where people came to burn incense and pray for blessings, but after the past decade of turmoil, no one dares to come here for fear of being labeled.
After a long time, this place became deserted.
The two men finally arrived at the temple, pushed open the door and rushed in.
It was pitch black at night, with bare walls all around. In the center of the room there was a half-broken clay statue of a Buddha, which looked a little creepy.
"Let me look around to see if there are any matches here?" Qin Ming said.
"How come there is one here?"
Ning Jia had just finished speaking when he heard Qin Ming shout, "Really! There's still half a pile of firewood! I guess someone went to the mountain to cut firewood, came in to hide from the rain on a rainy day, and left some things here."
Qin Ming struck a few matches and finally lit a fire with great effort. The jumping flames reflected the exhausted faces of the two men.
Ning Jia hugged her knees and sat far away in a corner, staring at Qin Ming. She saw him take out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrung it dry, and simply bandaged the wound.
The burning matches made crackling sounds, and the warmth slowly rose. Ning Jia's emotions gradually calmed down, and his head began to flood with thoughts.
He thought of Li Yao.
She also remembered what Li Yao had said to her: "Stay away from Qin Ming, he doesn't look at you in a pure way."
"What are you thinking about?" Qin Ming bandaged the wound and looked at Ning Jia.
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