Chapter 113 Tragic Experience
Pan Sirong's gaze moved from Yang Ling's face to her body, and his hand slowly moved down to her chest.
"You've liked Xiang Yuntian for so long, but he's never even touched you. Is he incompetent or does he really dislike you?"
"Brother Pan, stop talking nonsense with her and go straight for it. Xiang Yuntian doesn't want such a beautiful woman, but we do!"
Several boys came forward and surrounded Yang Ling.
Yang Ling finally came to her senses from her grief, and quickly grabbed a stick from the ground and hit Pan Sirong on the shoulder.
Pan Sirong took a few steps back in pain, and Yang Ling took advantage of this opportunity to escape.
"Help! Help!"
Yang Ling was shouting as she ran, but this was Wolong Mountain and there was basically no one around. When Yang Ling ran all the way to the foot of the mountain, she was lucky enough to meet an uncle who came to take out the garbage.
"Uncle, uncle, please save me!"
The uncle looked at Yang Ling puzzledly and asked, "What happened?"
"Someone...someone is chasing me, please help me call the police!" Yang Ling said hurriedly.
The uncle quickly took out his cell phone, but there was still no signal.
"Little girl, there's no signal here, the phone can't get through!"
As he was speaking, Pan Sirong and the others caught up with him.
This place was at least three kilometers away from where people lived. Yang Ling knew that she could not outrun Pan Sirong and the others, so she fixed her eyes on the shabby car driven by the uncle.
Seeing this, the uncle quickly said, "Little girl, hide under my car!"
Yang Ling got under the car without thinking, holding on to the bottom of the car with both hands and pressing her body underneath.
When Pan Sirong caught up, Yang Ling had disappeared.
"Damn it! Several men let a woman run away. It's embarrassing to tell anyone about it!" Pan Sirong said angrily.
"This little girl is so fast, she disappeared in no time!"
A boy looked around and his eyes fell on the uncle's broken car over there.
The boy knocked on the car window: "Hey, did you see a woman running out?"
The uncle lowered his head and lit a cigarette and said, "What little girl? I didn't see it!"
A few boys walked around the car in disbelief, but they really didn't see anyone.
"Brother Pan, I think she really ran away!" said the boy.
Pan Sirong snorted coldly, "So what if she runs away? When I go back, I'll give her parents a million or eight hundred thousand, and they'll still have to send her to my bed!"
When the uncle in front heard Pan Sirong's words, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.
It was obvious that these people came from wealthy families. Instead of giving the 1.8 million to them, it would be better for him to take it. The final result would be the same anyway.
Pan Sirong and the others were about to leave when the uncle suddenly grabbed him.
Pan Sirong immediately looked at the uncle, only to see a line of words clearly displayed on his phone interface:
"One million, I'll give it to you, and I promise not to call the police!"
Pan Sirong sneered, then took out a bank card and threw it to the uncle: "One million, no password!"
The uncle hurriedly took the card, then signaled Pan Sirong and the others to step back a few steps so as not to be discovered by Yang Ling.
"Little girl, you can come out now, they're gone!"
Yang Ling had been hiding under the car for too long and was exhausted. When she heard the uncle's voice, she let go and fell to the ground.
The next second, her feet were grabbed and pulled out violently.
"Run! Run again!" Pan Sirong pinched her chin tightly and said angrily.
Yang Ling stared at the uncle with wide eyes. The uncle felt guilty and quickly drove away.
"Help! Help!!!" Yang Ling screamed heartbreakingly.
Pan Sirong slapped her directly: "Shut up! Why are you shouting? You'll get your turn later!"
Yang Ling's mouth was blocked, and tears of fear and despair flowed down her cheeks, but she did not arouse any sympathy from these beasts. Instead, it encouraged their arrogance.
On the mountain, next to the ancient tree, six men were committing violence against a girl. The repeated humiliation turned the innocent girl's struggle for survival into a desperate wait for death.
They didn't know how long it had been, but the person under them suddenly stopped moving and their body temperature gradually dropped. Only then did the men realize something was wrong.
"Yang Ling, Yang Ling!"
Pan Sirong patted Yang Ling's face. Her eyes were wide open and she was motionless. He checked her breath again and found that she was no longer breathing.
Pan Sirong was so frightened that he backed away without even pulling up his pants:
“Dead…dead?”
Looking at the pool of blood under Yang Ling's body, they began to feel scared.
"Brother Pan, are we...are we going too far?"
"Shut up!" Pan Sirong shouted angrily, then quickly got up and put on his clothes.
"Quick...quickly bury the person!"
"Buried...buried? Aren't you going to save it?" said a boy.
"Save him! He's already dead! Bury him right away! He's so unlucky! He's not even allowed to play!"
Pan Sirong spat fiercely, then dug a hole with his hands.
"Brother Pan, this... this tree is hollow inside. Let's leave the person here. It's getting dark, and digging a hole is too slow!"
The boy picked up Yang Ling's body and was about to throw it into the tree hole, but Pan Sirong seemed to remember something and quickly said, "Wait!"
Pan Sirong took out a black nail from his neck and handed it to the boy:
"Nail this between her eyebrows!"
"Pan, what is this?"
"Don't worry about it, just nail it up, it's good for everyone!" Pan Sirong frowned.
This nail was given to him by a master, who told him that he would soon be in debt of death, and that the crisis could be resolved by giving him one million.
Pan Sirong didn't believe it at first, but his father did, so he spent one million to buy the nail.
The master said that if you kill someone, you should hammer a nail into the center of the corpse's eyebrows. This will keep the evil spirit out and keep him safe.
Now that the life debt had arrived, Pan Sirong suddenly remembered what the master had said.
Regardless of whether it was true or false, he could feel at ease after this nail was nailed down.
With the Yama Nail piercing her body, Yang Ling's soul was imprisoned inside and suffered torture for nearly ten years. During these ten years, because Yang Ling's body gradually merged with the ancient tree, she was able to control the vines to move nearby, but that was all.
The memory ended, Chu Ruanruan suddenly opened her eyes, a trace of anger emerged from her eyes, and everyone looked over.
"Ruanruan, what's wrong? What did you see?"
"A bunch of beasts!" Chu Ruanruan gritted her teeth and said angrily.
After Chu Ruanruan told everyone everything she had seen, everyone fell silent.
Looking at the rotten corpse, it was hard for everyone to imagine that she was such a happy girl.
After a moment's silence, Chu Runrun began to pull out the Yama nail. Yang Ling's soul was freed from its restraints and immediately came out of his body.
Under the shade of the trees, Yang Ling's soul was looming.
Chu Ruanruan took out the Soul Nurturing Orb and said to her, "Come in, I will take you to find those scumbags and avenge you!"
Yang Ling was filled with resentment, but she knew that it was impossible for her to take revenge on her own, so she listened to Chu Runrun and got into the soul-nourishing bead.
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