Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

She wanted to see clearly who this person was, but no matter how hard she blinked, she couldn't see the person's face clearly.

During the stalemate, the man said, "Save me," and then suddenly let go and fell.

For a moment, Song Paner's heart felt empty as if she had lost something precious.

When she woke up, she was dumbfounded. The feeling in the dream continued into reality. She sat on the bed in a daze for a long time, still unable to cheer up.

Song Pan'er didn't go to the set for the remaining days of filming. She was sick. I don't know whether it was acclimatization or a cold. She had a low fever that wouldn't go away.

There was no doctor in the village, so I had to take paracetamol every day. Take one slice, it will last for five or six hours, and then the fever will continue. This state lasted until the movie was completed.

"If you bear with it a little longer, you can go home tomorrow." While packing her luggage, Ma Haiyan comforted Song Pan'er, who was feeling dizzy due to fever.

"Boss, I'm thirsty." Song Pan'er sat up with her arms propped up, looking very weak.

She rarely got sick, but when it happened unexpectedly, she couldn't hold on anymore.

"Okay, I'll get you some water."

Ma Haiyan just borrowed a hot water kettle from the village chief's house, which will come in handy now. He poured a bowl of water and brought it over.

"Drink some hot water, cover your sweat for a while, and maybe you'll be fine once the sweat comes out."

"Yes." Song Pan'er obediently drank a large bowl of hot water.

"How's that sweet thing going?" Song Pan'er suddenly remembered the girl who was forced to get married, and asked with some worry.

Ma Haiyan put the bowl aside, helped her lie down, and sighed: "Oh! They said the wedding will be held tomorrow."

Song Pan'er frowned, "Isn't there a Women's Federation?"

"The Emperor is far away, who cares? The girl's guardian is her cousin, and her household registration is also withheld. She can't leave even if she wants to."

"Okay, there's nothing you can do about it, don't think about it, go to sleep!" Ma Haiyan helped her tuck the quilt, got up and continued to pack her luggage.

Perhaps the covering of sweat really worked. When she woke up the next day, Song Pan'er felt much more energetic.

It was raining lightly outside the window, and someone's washbasin was confiscated under the eaves, making a clanging sound from the rainwater flowing down from the roof.

Finally home! Song Pan'er stretched her stiff body and looked around to see if there was anything left behind.

"Pan'er, let's go!" Han Mengyao came back from outside holding an umbrella.

She just went to deliver her luggage, and now she's back to pick up Song Pan'er.

"Fortunately, I have you, otherwise my life would have been lost in this mountain." Song Pan'er pouted, looking at the two people who were helping her carry her luggage and the other helping her put on her coat.

"Shut up your crow mouth! Throw it away, bah bah bah..."

Han Mengyao was afraid of her words and stomped her feet while pouting, as if she wanted to trample her words to death.

The weather outside was cold and cold, but Song Pan'er felt warm inside. Put on your raincoat and walk slowly towards the entrance of the village.

There were three donkey carts parked at the entrance of the village. The last donkey cart was used to pull machinery and luggage. It was covered with a thick tarpaulin and tied tightly.

After the three people put their luggage on it, they walked to the donkey cart in front.

It should be said that young people are energetic. In such a bad environment, these college students with clear eyes are still enthusiastic, sitting on donkey carts with big tarpaulins on their heads, waving their hands vigorously to say goodbye.

Song Pan'er looked in the direction where they were waving their hands, and saw two puppies standing at the entrance of the courtyard not far away, looking at them.

"Stop looking, come up quickly! There are family members in the village who are getting married, and they have all gone to have a banquet. No one will come to see us off." The professor sitting in the car raised his hand to hold up the tarpaulin and greeted with a smile. The three of them got into the car.

The driver flicked his whip, and the donkey cart swayed out of the village.

After walking about two or three miles, five or six people came out of a fork in the road. The leader was an old man, wearing a brand-new red coat, his weathered face beaming with joy, and he strode forward with his hands behind his back.

Because the hat he was wearing was very ethnic, Song Paner took a few more glances. Unexpectedly, the old man noticed it. He shouted at her as if he had seen a ghost: "Take the ball! Damn it, stop it!"

Under the tarpaulin, Song Pan'er only had one pair of eyes exposed, and she was giggling and turning around. Before she could understand what was going on, she was pulled out of the donkey cart by him.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Han Mengyao and Ma Haiyan reacted the fastest, jumping out of the car and grabbing people.

The students in the car reacted slower, but they all ran over one after another.

"What are you doing?" The professor looked at the few people surrounded by classmates and asked displeasedly.

The old man did not answer the professor's words, but looked Song Pan'er up and down. He couldn't tell now if this was her mother-in-law. Just looking at the eyes just now, she looked very similar, but with the little face exposed, it didn't look like her. His mother-in-law was not so well-behaved.

Seeing that he was staring at Song Pan'er, the professor raised his foot and moved a step to the side, blocking his sight.

The old man couldn't see anyone anymore, so he said, "Who is she?"

"Whose brother is she?" The old man's accent was a bit thick, and the professor didn't understand. He frowned and said to Han Mengyao, "Call Director Li over. He can understand this."

The director was still asleep on the donkey cart. After being woken up by Han Mengyao, he followed him in confusion.

"Professor Leng, what's wrong?"

"Director Li, I don't understand what they are saying. Ask these people why they want to pull my student out of the car."

The director was from this province. He murmured a few words to the old man and the others, and then told the professor that it was a misunderstanding. The old man had mistakenly recognized the wrong person and thought Song Pan'er was her soon-to-be wife.

"I told him that our student's name is Song Pan'er, not Liu Kexin, but he still didn't believe it, saying that the two looked too much alike." The director pointed at the old man and his group who were walking away, laughing with the professor.

"He must be the uncle of the family who got married today." The professor shook his head and sighed, "Oh, what a pity for that little girl!"

"Yes! Beauty has been so unlucky since ancient times!" The director also stopped laughing, patted the professor on the shoulder, and walked to the donkey cart behind.

After a brief moment of sadness, the professor turned around and waved to everyone, "Okay, students, get in the car! Let's continue on our way."

Sitting back in the car again, Song Pan'er felt a little depressed. Perhaps she heard that the girl looked very similar to herself, and there seemed to be a connection between the two. She couldn't feel at ease with her indifference like before.

During the rest of the journey, she kept thinking about how to save the girl.

Calling the Women's Federation or calling the police can only be done after your mobile phone has signal, and water from a distance cannot quench your thirst.

Lead your classmates to rush back and snatch the girl out?

No, not to mention that the reputation is unfair, and they don't have the value of force. That was a group of mountain people. Didn't you notice that a few of the people in the group had knives in their waists?

Sighing, she really couldn't think of anything else to do. It would be great if the girl's parents were still alive.