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The few of them did not dare to hesitate, and rushed to the backyard by pushing aside the villagers who were blocking their way. As he ran, Old Zhang's body suddenly became cold, and he staggered. If the village chief had not been quick to help him, he would have fallen.

Zhang Dingfu looked back, his forehead sweating with anxiety, but he didn't stop walking, "Be careful!"

"Hurry! Hurry!" Old Zhang swallowed hard, his heartbeat quickened, his hands trembled unconsciously, his palms gradually soaked with sweat. He rubbed his palms under his clothes and quickly followed.

"what!!!"

Suddenly, there was a shrill scream, and Wang Cuifen was thrown to the ground. Yang Mei rushed over to help her up. However, the two women did not stop cursing, but became more intense, spewing vicious words.

"The devil kid cursed my man to death!"

"He deserves to die!"

"That damn bastard killed my brother!"

"This is retribution!"

"A life is worth a life!"

"Let that little bastard go to hell! Go to the eighteen levels of hell! He will never be reborn!"

"Hahaha!!!"

The more they talked, the more excited they became, and the more unbearable their words became.

The village chief was so angry that his face turned blue and his hair stood on end. He could no longer tolerate this chaotic scene. He strode forward and slapped Wang Cuifen and Yang Mei hard, and shouted at them:

"That's enough! Shut the fuck up! Where is the child? Hand him over now!"

"He's dead, he died a long time ago, you're too late!"

"You are not very good, if you have the ability, just find it yourself!"

"How dare you, you bastard, hit me? I'm going to fight you!"

Yan Junge, Zhang Dingfu and Old Zhang had no time to pay attention to them. They just searched around in the backyard, calling out to the baby, hoping that the baby would respond. The three of them were sweating profusely on their foreheads and sliding down their cheeks.

Suddenly, Old Zhang seemed to be frozen in place. His whole body tensed up, he forgot to breathe, his throat felt dry and he finally shouted out in sorrow, "Baby!"

Zhang Dingfu, Yan Junge suddenly stopped and turned around with some difficulty to look at Old Zhang. His sight followed his direction and moved to the well in front of him. He guessed something and fear almost overwhelmed him.

I rushed to the well, my eyes widened instantly, and I saw the baby's tiny body floating face down on the water. My heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was unbearable.

Not daring to delay, Zhang Dingfu looked around and finally found the rope for fetching water. The front was connected to a bucket. He stuffed the other end of the rope into Yan Junge's hand and said, "You hold the rope, I'll go down and bring the baby up."

"The well mouth is so small, you can't get down at all, let me do it!" Old Zhang grabbed the rope and raised his leg to step into the well. However, the well was designed to be small at the mouth and wide at the bottom. Although Old Zhang was thinner than Zhang Dingfu, he was stuck and couldn't get down. He was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes and he let out low and painful sobs.

While they were taking action, Yan Junge had already untied the rope on his wrist and clenched his palm tightly. However, the more anxious he was, the more mistakes he made, and the rope almost fell into the well.

Take a deep breath and close your eyes! Yanyan said that if you want to use the rope flexibly, you must not be anxious, be firm in your mind, and act decisively.

When I opened my eyes again, they were full of determination as I thought about what I wanted to do!

"Go, save the baby!"

The magic rope emerged like a spirit snake, circled along the edge of the well, and then immediately drilled into the well.

Yan Junge looked calm, his eyes fixed on the rope, not looking at anyone else, as if he was afraid of seeing his fear in their eyes. His breathing became rapid and shallow, and every breath he took seemed like he was trying to gather courage.

Zhang Dingfu looked at him deeply, then helped Old Zhang squat beside the well, staring at him without blinking, clenching his hands into fists to suppress his body from trembling.

At this moment, the rope flashed red, wrapped around the baby several times, adjusted its direction, and then moved upwards from head to toe.

Seeing the baby's condition, several people's hearts rose to their throats and their breathing became more rapid. The baby was motionless, with his head tilted, just like!!!

Do not!

Will not!

Old Zhang tried his best to deny the terrible thoughts in his mind, took the baby with both hands, and pulled the rope away instantly. He didn't care to be amazed, and quickly checked his breath.

For a moment, he felt that the whole world seemed to be spinning. He looked at Zhang Dingfu helplessly and confusedly, with inextricable pain in his eyes. The latter's tears were spinning in his eyes. He put his palm on the baby's chest, but he couldn't feel the beating of his heart. He couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

Yan Junge swallowed hard. His throat was dry and his chest felt like it was blocked by a ball of wet cotton. Fear enveloped him. If the baby died, there would be no more Yanyan in this world!

No!

He will never accept it!

Holding the baby, he laid flat on the ground, pressed his big palms against the heart, counted the beats in his mind, and then suddenly leaned over to breathe.

once!

twice!

three times!

. . .

. . .

. . .

I couldn't count how many times artificial respiration was performed, but the person on the ground had a purple face, eyes closed, and no movement in his chest.

Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the baby's face. Yan Junge was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe. She pinched her little nose and blew hard into her mouth. Her little chest swelled up and then returned to calm.

No!

Can't die!

Is it because I traveled back in time to Yanyan’s childhood that I affected the trajectory of Yanyan’s fate?

The thoughts in his mind were like wild beasts in the dark night, constantly eroding Yan Junge's sanity. He tried to calm himself down, but it only made the fear worse.

"Ah!!!" Yan Junge screamed in pain while holding the baby's small, cold body.

Old Zhang held the baby's face in his trembling hands, his lips shaking and he couldn't speak at all. Sadness surged into his heart like a tide, helplessness and despair swept him into the abyss.

"dad!"

"Old Zhang! Old Zhang!" Seeing the tragic scene here, the village chief no longer cared about the two crazy women. He shook the unconscious Old Zhang, and then looked at the baby whose face was pale and had already died. He was shocked.

"Dingfu!"

Zhang Dingfu's eyes were red. He picked up the baby and stood up. "Village Chief, please take good care of my dad!"

"Good! Good!"

Zhang Dingfu ran with the baby in his arms. Yan Junge was stunned for a moment, but without caring about anything else, he got up and quickly chased after him.

. . .

Seeing the painful expressions of the few people, Wang Cuifen laughed out loud and kept clapping and cheering, "Hahaha!!! Good death! Wonderful death! A great death!"

"He deserves it! It's all because of his bad mouth!"

"Hahaha!"

"I told you to stop talking bullshit!"

The village chief was helping Old Zhang out of the yard when he heard the crazy woman's nonsense. He called two villagers to escort Old Zhang home, then turned around, closed the gate and locked it.

He picked up the carrying pole behind the door and smashed it at Wang Cuifen and Yang Mei. At first, Wang Cuifen was stubborn, but after the two carrying poles hit her, she curled up in the corner, her body shaking. "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I know I'm wrong!"

“Ahhhhhh!!! Murder!”

Looking at the carrying pole getting closer and closer, she screamed in fear, as if it was someone else who had just screamed.