When the words came to her lips, she was about to ask the man to follow her back to the village, but she suddenly remembered the old shaman's instructions and quickly covered her mouth. In the wild mountains and ridges, in the middle of the night, how could a foreigner come from the corn field?

Get out? If you look carefully at this man's dress and appearance, he looks like a yellow-skinned man, especially his eyes. As soon as you look into his eyes, you feel uncomfortable all over, like a group of little bugs tickling your heart.

She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look into the man's eyes anymore. She closed her mouth and didn't speak. She supported Dalku and walked forward.

When she passed by the man, she felt that the hairs all over her body stood up. The man's body was surprisingly cold, and there was an indescribable stench emitting from his whole body.

"Hey! Hey! Hey... Madam, why don't you leave? I don't mean to offend you, but I'm worried... Hey... Madam, I've been away from Sanjiangkou for several days. I have nothing in my belly and a dry cough in my mouth. Can you please give me some dry food and water?

Huh?" Seeing that he couldn't stop her, the man shouted loudly from behind, hoping to win sympathy.

"My wife is so cruel, so don't blame me for being rude. The limit is three days. Your husband and your son will be killed after three days!" The man saw that she was really ignoring him and refused to speak. Finally, he said something viciously behind her.

He screamed, revealing his true colors.

Dalku's daughter-in-law was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat. Fortunately, she didn't feel any sympathy just now. It seemed that everything was as the old shaman expected, but she didn't know what would happen if she turned back or spoke.

Will the threat she just said come true? Three days, three days is the limit. Then her husband and son will be seduced by him? Or what? She didn't dare to think about it.

She had already entered the village, and she could vaguely see the bright white woven lanterns of the house on the east end. That house was where games were played. Every night, several young and old people in the village would gather there to play Pai Gow and play mahjong. In the past,

She thought they were up to no good, and the noise they made all the way away made her unable to sleep. But today, the bright incandescent lamp and the sound of mahjong were life-saving straws, which made her feel a little less afraid.

She endured the fatigue and physical pain, and used her last bit of strength to drag Dalku into the village. She was about to reach the door of her home, and when she saw that it was safe to push open the door of her courtyard, she touched her with her front hand.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard footsteps behind him. The footsteps were very light. It was either a weak woman or a child. The sound was only a dozen meters away from him.

"Mom, I'm hungry!" a small voice behind her shouted.

She was so familiar with this little movement, wasn't it the son who was afraid of melting even if he held it in his mouth? But her son was sent to his grandma's house in the morning, so why did she run back in the middle of the night?

"Mom, grandma went out to the street this afternoon and hasn't come back yet. I'm hungry!" There was a cry in his son's words. It seemed that he had been hungry all night and his chest and back were slumped.

As a parent, how can a mother not feel soft when she hears her child complaining like this? That is the lifeblood and heart of a parent.

"Your grandma (Northeastern dialect) is really bad at wandering around. Your grandson doesn't even cook him something to eat at home, so he goes for a walk in the street by himself? Come into the house, and I'll do it for you!" said her son after she turned around.
Chapter completed!