"But staying on the mountain isn't a solution either. What if a storm surge really comes and we get trapped?"
An older man said with a worried expression.
Political Commissar Hao quickly explained, "Our camp is in a relatively safe location, and we have also stocked up on some supplies. As long as everyone works together, we will definitely be able to overcome this difficulty."
The villagers offered their opinions, but they couldn't make up their minds.
Looking at the sky, night had already quietly fallen, and with no other choice, everyone had to temporarily abandon the idea of going down the mountain.
Su Haiting stood to the side, watching the sky grow darker and darker, unable to leave, her legs trembling uncontrollably.
She knew in her heart that once it got dark, those five despicable henchmen would sneak into her tent and humiliate her at will.
Fear overwhelmed her like a tidal wave; she hugged herself helplessly, her eyes filled with despair.
Seeing that the villagers had been calmed down and were carrying their luggage back, Su Haiting made a snap decision, tightened her belt, and quietly ran into the bushes along the side path.
The knife wounds that bore the word "bitch" all over her body throbbed with pain, especially the area between her legs where the word was carved; every step she took was excruciatingly painful.
There were countless bite wounds on his body, the pain a testament to the humiliation he had endured over the past few days.
She thought she would hide in the jungle for one night and then go to the camp the next morning to persuade the villagers to leave; surely some of them would listen to her.
After running for a long time, seeing that the campsite was no longer in sight, Su Haiting leaned against a big tree and slid down to the ground, panting.
A sliver of moonlight shone through the dark clouds onto her, bringing her a rare warmth and a sense of relief at being temporarily free from the nightmare.
Until five menacing black shadows slowly descended from above her head, like five terrifying mountains pressing down on her, Su Haiting trembled all over in fear.
She stiffened her neck and slowly raised her head, looking at the five familiar faces she had previously disdained, now as if she were seeing demons...
Zhou Jiuzhen, having finally managed to calm the villagers down, rushed over anxiously as soon as he heard that Song Yaoyao had returned.
He rushed into the tent and saw Song Yaoyao and the children. Without exchanging pleasantries, he asked directly, "Where's Huanwu? Where is she? Did Qin Jinshen do anything to her?"
Song Yaoyao raised her tear-streaked face, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes, and said with a cold laugh, "You mean Huanwu? She's enjoying it!"
"She's been imprisoned in that little villa by Qin Jinshen, and they're constantly making love and being intimate with each other. The noise is so loud that the whole villa can hear it. I bet she's having a good time right now!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiuzhen's face instantly turned ashen, and he roared, "You're talking nonsense! Huanwu isn't that kind of person, and she's pregnant right now!"
Despite his resolute denial, these harsh words still pierced his heart like sharp blades, causing him immense pain.
Taking advantage of Zhou Jiuzhen's distraction, Song Yaoyao stared at the bamboo chair in the corner, her fingertips trembling.
Qin Jinshen's sinister voice boomed in my ear again: "Want to get your man's body back? Simple, bring me those intimate photos of you and Zhou Jiuzhen first thing tomorrow morning! If you don't get them, you can expect to collect your man's body a second time!"
These words weighed on her like a stone, making it hard for her to breathe. In her previous life, she secretly put medicine in Zhou Jiuzhen's bowl, but he insisted on running all night while carrying the medicine.
This time, using drugs definitely won't work; we'll have to resort to force!
Song Yaoyao's hands, gripping the bamboo chair legs, turned white as she mentally calculated her next move.
Before Zhou Jiuzhen's injuries have fully healed, she'll knock him unconscious with a chair. Then, she can decide what kind of photos to take!
She seized the opportunity when Zhou Jiuzhen's back was turned to her, held her breath, lifted the bamboo chair above her head, and smashed it down on the back of his head with all her might.
With a muffled thud, Song Yaoyao had just mentally exclaimed, "It's done!"
Zhou Jiuzhen turned his head slowly as if nothing had happened, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito.
His eyes were full of bewilderment, like an old ox that had been kicked in the back of the head by a donkey.
"You..." Zhou Jiuzhen had just opened his mouth when Song Yaoyao didn't dare give him a chance to speak and smashed the chair down a second time.
This time it really happened. Zhou Jiuzhen's head turned red. He finally realized that his sister-in-law, whose husband had just died, really wanted to kill him!
His injured left hand was still in a sling around his neck, and his right hand instinctively reached for his waist.
Unfortunately, the gun had already been taken away, leaving him only able to clench his fist in vain.
Seeing that he was about to move, Song Yaoyao gritted her teeth and prepared to hit him a third time. Unexpectedly, Zhou Jiuzhen pounced forward like a lion that had been provoked. With his uninjured right hand, he grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her up like a chick.
Song Yaoyao's feet left the ground, leaving only her legs flailing about as she shouted, "Zhou Jiuzhen, let me go! My man's body is still in Qin Jinshen's hands!"
Zhou Jiuzhen ignored her completely, carrying her out of the camp with one hand. His injured left hand was still holding a wooden board, which made him look both fierce and comical.
As soon as I stepped into the open space outside the tent, I heard the sound of small footsteps behind me.
Looking back, Ling Huanwu's triplets rushed over with their little fists raised, punching his calves repeatedly.
The biggest one only reached his knee. His little fists pounded on his legs like it was just a tickle, and he cried out in a childish voice, "Let go of my mother! Don't bully my mother!"
Song Yaoyao was being dragged along, watching her three sons bristle like little firecrackers, and then glancing at Zhou Jiuzhen, whose head was red but who seemed completely unaffected. Only one thought remained in her mind.
Is this week's nine-earthquake tremor made of iron?
Even if you hit it twice, it won't make you dizzy!
He was even more shocked when he recalled how Ling Huanwu could always win when they bickered.
How exactly did Ling Huanwu deal with this "Iron Bull"?
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