Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Yan An was stunned for a moment, then her waist tightened and she was dragged out.

"I...I can run by myself." Yan An came back to his senses.

Song Bojian looked at her and put her down, then picked up Xiaoxing, and the three of them ran out of the village together.

The gunshots were a signal, and the police outside who had already surrounded the village took action, and gunshots were heard everywhere.

The sound was much louder than the crackling firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, and it carried a terrifying aura of death.

Just as they were about to run out of the village, they heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming towards them, and there were a lot of people.

Because these human traffickers all had guns, they could only find cover and ran into a house.

There was a woman with a hunched back in this family.

When the woman saw someone rushing in with a gun, she fell to the ground and begged for mercy, crying.

Song Bojian put Xiaoxing down.

Xiaoxing walked gently to the woman and said, "Don't be afraid, Auntie. Go inside."

The woman looked up at Xiaoxing and nodded quickly, her mouth slightly open.

Yan An noticed that his mouth was empty... there was no tongue.

A chill ran up his back again. Yan An stopped thinking about it and walked to Song Bojian who was checking the situation at the door.

As soon as she walked over, Song Bojian covered her mouth and turned her around to stick to the door to avoid being seen from outside.

On the other side, Xiaoxing didn't dare to move, and looked at the person walking through the crack of the door in fear.

The door that could be opened was pushed open, and a man pointed a gun at Xiaoxing warily, frowning and asking, "Xiaoxing, why are you here?"

Xiaoxing gritted her teeth and remained calm, "I came out to borrow some green onions from my aunt."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person who came in groaned and fell to the side.

Song Bojian hugged the person he had knocked unconscious and dragged him behind the door.

Although the noise was small, it alarmed the people outside.

"Something's wrong here. Dashan has been silent since he entered the yard."

"The troublemaker is here!"

More people gathered around.

Xiaoxing and the woman had already hidden in the house. Song Bojian held the gun and motioned Yan An to go in as well.

Yan An thought about it and hid in the toilet.

Here you can see what's happening outside, and there are a lot of bricks.

If Song Bojian can't handle it, she can hide in here and launch a sneak attack.

Another man walked in and was shot dead by Song Bojian.

The people outside were frightened and no longer dared to act rashly.

The iron gate was dented by gunshot wounds, and Song Bojian looked intently at the door.

Two more people rushed in and were shot dead by him.

There were about five people outside, and suddenly gunshots rang out.

There's a fight outside. Are the police here?

Yan An didn't dare to relax his grip on the brick until a familiar voice came from outside.

"boss."

Brother Liu!

Song Bojian looked outside and asked someone to come in. Liu Yong didn't see Yan An and his face looked a little bad.

"That girl..."

"Brother Liu!" Yan An came out.

"Still alive." Liu Yong touched his chest. He was not scared by the human traffickers, but was frightened by the little girl.

He took a step back and said, "Stop holding up the brick. It's scary."

"Oh." Yan An threw the brick he had pulled down from the toilet wall onto the ground.

It's actually quite interesting. When she gets out, she'll have to burn incense and pray to Buddha, hoping that the protagonists won't encounter these thrilling things...

At this time, Xiaoxing and the woman came out.

The occasional gunshots from various parts of the village never stopped.

"The people waiting outside have started to take action." Liu Yong said, "Let's go quickly, three of us."

Song Bojian frowned, "Take Xiaoxing with you. He is Wang Jianjun's son. If Wang Jianjun is suspected of him, he will be in danger."

Xiaoxing told the woman to hide and wait for rescue, and several people went out.

The four had already run to the village entrance, and a group of people were chasing them from behind, with gunshots exploding in their ears.

Yan An shuddered, and Song Bojian grabbed his waist with one arm, forcing him to hide to the side.

On the other side, Liu Yong, who was carrying Xiaoxing on his back, also quickly looked for cover.

Song Bojian made a gesture, Liu Yong nodded and ran in the opposite direction of them.

Here, Yan An was pulled into the woods to hide his whereabouts.

Song Bojian had long legs and ran very fast. Yan An was almost carried by him as he ran. The gunshots behind him were getting farther and farther away.

When he came to his senses, Yan An no longer knew where he was, and the air around him was becoming increasingly humid.

They had already gone deep into the mountains, surrounded by weeds and there was no road at all.

I guess anyone chasing them would be confused.

Song Bojian slowed down his pace, his breathing became a little heavy, he pulled up some grass on the ground, and finally found a stone to sit on.

Yan An didn't know what he was going to do at first, but when he saw him roll up his trouser legs, he saw blood flowing down his calves.

She then realized that he had been shot in the leg at some point.

Song Bojian put the gun aside and chewed some grass in his mouth.

He took out a dagger from his trouser pocket, heated it with a lighter, and without blinking, he picked out the bullet from his leg. Then he spat out a handful of broken grass and blew it on the wound.

Then he tore off the clean sleeve of his shirt with one hand and bandaged the wound.

The whole process took only a few minutes. Although blood still seeped out from the bandaged area, at least it didn't flow out in a rush.

Yan An's lips moved, "Should we wait for rescue, or run further away?"

Song Bojian looked up at the sky, stood up and rolled up his trouser legs.

"It's going to rain soon, let's find a place to hide first."

Yan An thought that even if she took painkillers, she wouldn't be able to be so relaxed. This man was bleeding and yet he was able to carry her around for half a day. Didn't he feel any pain?

"I'll carry you." Yan An squatted down. "Don't be shy. Gather your strength. If the human traffickers catch up, we'll have to rely on you, the sharpshooter, boss."

Song Bojian suddenly laughed, "Sharpshooter?"

Yan An, "Come up quickly, isn't it going to rain soon?"

Song Bojian hesitated for a moment, "Stand up, you are not tall, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan An stood up straight.

Who is saying short?

He didn't need to climb up by himself. Yan An walked directly in front of him and stretched out his hands to grab Song Bojian's thighs.

His legs tensed up a little when she touched them, but Yan An carried him on his back, pretending not to know.

After all, he was such a tall guy, but she carried him so easily. He must have felt a little embarrassed.

As Song Bojian said, it started to rain after a while. It was just a light rain at first, which Yan An could still accept.

Later, it was as if water was pouring down from the sky, and Yan An's vision was blocked, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

Fortunately, Song Bojian asked Yan An to walk in a certain direction based on the terrain.

Finally, after twenty minutes of not being able to see the road clearly, they found a cave to shelter from the rain.

In fact, it can't be called a cave. It's just a place to shelter from the rain. Even if you sit in the innermost part, you will still get wet.

But it's much better than being rained on outside.