Xuan Huan: I'm really not the child of luck

"You guys don't know, apart from grabbing other people's wives, Brother Zhuzi also took over many women in the hut under the mountain. Maybe you are familiar with those women after all."

Lin Feng said the last blockbuster in a cold voice, and the villagers blew it up with a bang, especially the one who just lost his daughter, who almost couldn't hold back and knelt down on the ground.

Fortunately, the people following her were quick-eyed and quick-handed, and helped her up.

"Man, where is he, take us to find him!"

After being helped up, the man looked at Lin Feng with red eyes, and his whole body exuded evil spirits.

I think so, if my daughter disappears for no reason, if someone...is there any mother in this world who would not be angry?
At this time, Zhu Ziniang had fallen to the ground without making a sound, she stared blankly at the front, everything was over.

It's over, what Zhuzi and his father did was revealed, and their family is over from now on!
Zhu Ziniang's head was full of the word "Die" and she didn't have time to think about other things. She watched Lin Feng lead a group of people out of the door. She wanted to go up to chase, but was pushed to the ground.

When these people left, they left a few strong and strong men standing guarding the pillar and his mother. If what Lin Feng said was true, then these people's death would be a pity.

How can you let them sneak away?

Lin Feng led the people all the way to the hut at the foot of the mountain. After seeing that there really was a hut at the foot of the secluded mountain, everyone trembled in their hearts, thinking that what he said was probably true.

After all, who in their right mind would build a cabin at the foot of a mountain?

Such a remote place, his heart can think of it without much thought.

Everyone looked at the peasant woman who was being supported with pity. Her daughter is famous for her beauty, so I am afraid that people will miss her...

The peasant woman walked tremblingly at the door of the hut. She didn't dare to ask someone to break the door open immediately, but just put her ears close to listen.

A woman's voice came from inside.

"That pillar killed his father with his own hands. That's not as smart as his father. Does it prove that we have a chance to escape?"

"But who dares to run away? I was captured by that bastard again. Our fate will be a hundred times worse than Sister Qiuyue's."

"Sister Qiuyue is also here to save us. She couldn't even close her eyes before she died. If we can get out, we must tell Sister Qiuyue's family and pay homage to her dead soul."

Hearing what the women said inside, the peasant woman couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, because the sister Qiuyue that those women were talking about was her daughter.

Her daughter's boudoir name is Qiuyue, she is the most violent woman, how could she be willing to be defiled?

"Yes, there are many voices of women talking inside, first rescue the people inside before talking."

Holding her last breath, the peasant woman fainted immediately after saying this.

After looking for her daughter for so many years, she has always kept thoughts in her heart. Today, she suddenly learned that her daughter had already passed away. How could she bear it?
After the villagers sent two people to help the peasant woman aside to rest, they were about to break open the door lock, but Lin Feng stopped them: "Don't worry."

After he finished speaking, he released a touch of spiritual power.

The spiritual power got into the keyhole like a bug, and then there was a rattling, the sound of the lock opening.

After the door lock was unlocked, the villagers quickly opened the door, and in front of their eyes were several women gathered in a corner.

Most of them had scars on their bodies and faces. They didn't know who came in from outside, and they looked terribly scared.

After seeing a group of villagers, the women's eyes suddenly burst into hope: "Someone found us, we all went out!"

After saying this, one woman stood up first, and the rest of the women did not dare to move until they saw that the woman was not punished after walking out the door, and they hurried out together.

The women ate, drank, and ate in the hut, so the smell in the hut was really unpleasant. After going out, they finally smelled fresh air.

What they can smell every day is now a luxury for them.

"Finally, I can see the sun again. I thought I would never wait until I die, but I never expected..."

Some women present couldn't help crying, their fate was really tragic.

The villagers were also silent and didn't speak, they just looked at these women fixedly.

They still have good looks now, but they have many wounds on their bodies, and one of them has a long scar on the right cheek, which is very scary to look at.

Thinking that Zhu Zi and his son were responsible for all this, everyone wished they could kill them immediately, but now only Zhu Zi is alive, his father was lucky to die early.

The peasant women present felt sorry for these girls and invited them to come home to dress up and take a comfortable bath.

Lin Feng and Yunshang were invited into the house by the village head. They are the main characters in this matter, so the village head naturally has to thank them.

After inviting the two young people in, the village chief purposely made the black tea that he would only make when entertaining distinguished guests. It became clearer.

After Lin Feng smelled it, he suddenly realized that this tea was not a mortal thing but something from the realm of comprehension.

Because there is spiritual power in this tea, although the spiritual power is very little, Lin Feng himself is a person with a high sensitivity to spiritual power.

He immediately asked the village chief: "Has there ever been a practitioner in the village, or have you ever been a practitioner?"

Hearing him ask this question, the village chief was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

When he smiled, wrinkles immediately spread all over his old face: "I didn't expect my little friend to be so powerful, even tea leaves with low spiritual power can be smelled."

Speaking of this, the village head sighed: "This is really the Yangtze River's waves pushing forward."

This is also an admission that he used to be a cultivator.

Listening to their inexplicable words, Yun Shang picked up the black tea and took a sip. The faint tea fragrance spread in her mouth, stimulating every inch of her taste buds.

After swallowing the tea, the fragrance of the tea returned to sweetness and sweetness, but she really didn't feel the aura or anything, but what Lin Feng said could never be false.

The village head had already admitted it, so she didn't say anything, just looked at the two in silence.

"Since senior is a cultivator himself, why didn't he take care of the village in advance?" Lin Feng asked immediately.

When he asked this question, he felt a little annoyed. As a cultivator, how could the village head not know the turmoil that Zhu Zi was responsible for, but why didn't the village head even care about it, and only let the girls suffer inhumane treatment? Treat and torture.

At the mention of this, the village head's eyes gradually dimmed, and his old face was a little sad. He sat in the main seat, picked up a cup of black tea and drank it, and silently exhaled foul air.