Bailey turned his head to see old John, stopped the whip in his hand, and asked, "Death, old man?"

Old John pointed behind him and shouted, "Quick, quick, she's running away!"

Bailey instantly understood, he jumped out of the car, slammed old John's ass, "Damn old man, you can't even look at anyone!"

Old John was too frightened to speak, and pointed in the direction of Britney's escape, his face terrified.

Bailey was furious, and his gray face turned the color of pig liver. He put down the reins, took a "puff", looked at the direction of Britney's escape, his eyes showed a fierce light, and said viciously: "When I catch you, I look good with you!"

Bailey shoved old John away and picked up the horsewhip, "Follow me, fool!"

By this time, the sky had darkened, and Britney had disappeared from view. Bailey was even more annoyed, and kept cursing, and old John followed him, frightened and silent, lest he attract a scolding.

Along the river, in the face of the cold wind that kept blowing, and following the footprints left by Britney, Bailey and Old John went all the way.

Turning back, there was no sign of the carriage anymore, and Britney squatted down, slumped in the snow, clasped her cheeks with both hands, and sobbed quietly.

She looked up, pale and dazed, tears on her cheeks, and her blue eyes glistened with horror.

The skirt was torn like a gray torn flag, swaying in the wind, and she tied the strips of cloth together so as not to trip herself. The knee hit the stone, and the blood oozed out of the skin, down the calf, and onto the snow, forming a blood mark, and the fear hit her heart again, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Just as she stood up, looked left and right, and was about to walk forward again, she faintly heard the cries of Bailey and Old John and their gradually clear figures.

If you get caught, you're sure to be killed.

She hurriedly turned to the left, trying to change direction and try to keep her feet as light as she could. However, she forgot that the blood marks under her feet had betrayed her.

"You can't escape, damn it, stop!" Bailey cried out angrily, whipping his whip in the air.

"Britney, don't run, have pity on your dad. Old John stood in the distance, his hands on his hips, panting breathlessly.

They had spotted Britney and strode over, dancing with joy as if a lion had seen its prey.

Britney turned around and saw the two of them walking towards her, shouting "Don't come" as she continued to run forward.

But Bailey and Old John walked faster, and they went one after the other, their eyes sparkled, and in a few moments they came to Britney.

Britney waved her hand as she continued to step back, her hat falling to the ground, and she screamed incessantly.

Suddenly, with a "bang", she stumbled and fell into a snow pit--- about two meters deep, which was full of snow and stones, and her lower body sank into the snow. She curled up inside, shivering like a lamb to the slaughter.

Bailey walked over and stood on it, whip in his hand, "Stinky woman, see how you run?"

"Climb up, Britney. Old John shouted.

Britney sat down in the snow pit, and she looked left and right, and simply sat there, motionless.

Bailey crouched on the edge of the snow pit, looked at Britney Spears inside, as if admiring a masterpiece, made a "tsk" sound in his mouth, and then handed the horsewhip over. Britney turned her face away, ignoring her.

"Come on, daughter. We're going to catch a train. Old John said earnestly, with tears in his voice, and his hands arched.

"I'd rather die!" Britney's cheeks flushed with cold, and she didn't look at him.

"What should I do?" Bailey glanced at Britney and then at Old John, his gaze cold.

Old John dodged Bailey's gaze as if he didn't want to face a sharp knife.

"You go and get her. Bailey grabbed old John by the collar like he was carrying a rooster.

"No, no, I can't. Old John begged for mercy.

"you!" said Bailey, gritting his teeth, pushing old John into the snow pit, and then, throwing a rope beside him, "tie her up." ”

"I'm sorry, Britney, you really didn't do it right this time, you shouldn't have run away. Old John picked up the rope and walked over to Britney.

"Don't come here, don't come here!" called Britney, stepping back in horror.

After a few minutes, Old John had a few bloody handprints on his face, the collar of his coat had been torn in half, he was covered in snow, and his hair was scattered like a handful of dead grass.

Britney struggled and cursed, trying to get rid of the rope that old John had put on.

After tying up Britney, old John sat on the ground, panting, touching the hot scratches on his face, and looking at Britney.

"Old fool, throw the rope up. Bailey shouted from above.

Old John threw the end of the rope up, and after Bailey grasped it with both hands, he rested his head under Britney's calf and pushed it up, while Bailey screamed and pulled Britney up.

Seeing Britney go up, Old John had a smile on his face, as if he saw the money beckoning. He looked at the whip in Bailey's hand and stretched out his hand with an eager look in his eyes.

Bailey glanced at Old John and said, "You turtle grandson, you still want good things, you go and die." Then, grabbing the rope with one hand, he pulled Britney Spears and walked away.

Old John instantly understood that this must be God's punishment.

This is a man who has lost his conscience----- the best place for Comrade John Sr.