The woman unconsciously moved her eyes away, a little reluctant to untie the rope.
Yu Yan said again casually.
"Now those who have grudges can take revenge, and those who have grudges can complain."
Seeing that no one dared to take action, Yu Yan added fuel to the fire.
"Now is your only chance. If you miss it, there will be no next time. Think clearly."
"She...she is...beguiling you, you...must not be fooled!"
Now Sister Chen couldn't sit still anymore and hurriedly exclaimed, like a writhing maggot, trying to get rid of it.
But the more you struggle, the stronger you become.
And soon there was a shoe print printed directly on her face.
"I...treat you...not too lightly, you...bastard-hearted thing."
Sister Chen roared, how dare this woman do this to her.
"Bah! My husband was killed by you, you have the nerve to say it."
The other woman also said hatefully, slapping her.
"And my son, you beat him so hard that he became disabled, and then you let him steal! You shameless thing! I'll beat you to death!"
No wonder the child was limping. It turned out that it was not natural at all, but man-made.
"Ouch... oh... it hurts. You... swindlers, I... won't... let go."
"I... was wrong... wrong."
Sister Chen cried bitterly, begged for mercy constantly, and screamed for a long time.
And these women's sanity was burned by the flames of hatred.
Sister Chen soon became silent under the repeated attacks.
Don't look at these women who have been hungry for a long time.
But under such long-term suppression, such an explosion is the most deadly.
…
“No, you can’t leave, what will we do if you leave.
It's all your fault, now we can't survive at all. In the past, with her here, at least we could still survive. "
After beating the person, some people calmed down and began to complain about Yu Yan's self-assertion.
If Yu Yan hadn't broken this calmness, even though their lives were unsatisfactory every day, they would still be protected and reduce the risk of being killed by zombies.
Yu Yan knew that she could no longer communicate with these people. The people trapped in the quagmire had been dyed as dark as the quagmire.
"Thank you, girl."
The woman let her hair down and showed her only sincere smile these days.
"If you want to leave, leave now. I heard that there are still some weavers in Xicheng."
Yu Yan had noticed earlier that although the boy's clothes were shabby, the hand-sewn patterns on them were extremely exquisite. Then he saw the spindle in the woman's hand, which must have been sewn for the child herself.
The information revealed by Yu Yan made the woman's eyes light up. The fighting spirit was ignited.
The woman looked at the women complaining there. After thanking them, she quickly ran away with her son.
Someone tried to keep Yu Yan.
"You take us away, we can't survive."
"Yes, you did this. You can't let us take the responsibility. You have to take full responsibility."
"That's right, that's right."
These people even engage in moral kidnapping.
But Yu Yan left without looking back.
The empty house still echoed with cries and complaints.
Both so pitiful and helpless and so hateful.
Yu Yan shook his head, he was really hopeless.
Even in the abyss, there are people who still radiate warm light, always with a sunny heart, hot and warm.
Others, however, are willing to degenerate, bring about their own destruction, and become the shadow of the abyss.
Humans are such complex creatures.
