"My poor daughter......"

Sadly hoarse, getting closer and closer, a woman of fifty or sixty years old with long hair and a rag skirt stumbled from the other side of the long street.

"My daughter, give my daughter back! Give it back! ”

She walked all the way, banging on the wooden door of the roadside shop with something all the way.

She was full of resentment, and the knocking was loud, and the wooden door was slammed and trembling, but no family came out to check. It's as if the people behind these doors don't hear anything outside at all.

The woman was getting closer and closer, and her expression was dazed, as if she had gone mad.

It turned out that the stone she used to knock on the door was a fist-sized stone, and she took the stone and banged on the door of the store, calling for someone to save her daughter, but received no response.

The brilliance in her eyes grew darker and darker, and her expression was numb.

Her blood flowed from between her fingers holding the stone, washed down by the rain, and into the bubbling water of the street.

When she knocked on the door, her palm was already worn out, but she didn't feel any pain.

"Your daughter, is that the girl who sat in the sedan chair just now?" A voice came from behind her.

The voice was like a match, and it lit a small cluster of fire in the old woman's dull eyes.

The old woman turned around and saw a man in black standing under the plaque on the long street.

She let out a hothic pant in her mouth, and out of nowhere she staggered and ran, grabbing the man's hand.

"You see my daughter? Did you see my daughter? Did she cry badly? She's still young, she's only sixteen, a bunch of brutes......"

The old woman was in a gaffe, and her strength was great.

The man's palm was held by the man, but he did not break free, but said gently: "I saw her sitting in the sedan chair, and she was indeed crying." Is she getting married? ”

Get married?

Two words, which seem to bring the old woman back to reality.

She withdrew her hand, covered her face, and sat down on the long street crying, "Where is she married?" Where is there a person who marries in the middle of the night! She's going to be sent to waste, these brutes, these brutes! ”

"Don't be in a hurry, tell me slowly, maybe I can help you." The man dressed in black gently comforted her.

"Really? Can you really help me? ”

Behind them, a crack opened in the door of the shop, and it was pitch black, as if someone was hiding in the shadows.

"Xiu'er is only sixteen years old, her father went early, and life is too difficult...... Who isn't having a hard time? But we can't just bully our orphans and widows...... You can't give Xiu'er to Prince Zhen. King Zhen is an evil ghost and can eat people...... He is a half-hundred-year-old man, and he has married more than a hundred girls, and he is not satisfied......"

In the old woman's upside-down telling, Mu Sensen finally understood the cause and effect.

In the red sedan chair just now was the old woman's only daughter, Xiu'er, who was sent to King Zhen's Mansion to marry Prince Zhen to be a beauty.

Prince Zhen is absurd, but now the New Year is not good, and the people of the whole town are counting on King Zhen's Mansion to live.

In order to please Prince Zhen, these old men who opened shops, despite the opposition of the old woman, insisted on sending Xiu'er to the sedan chair.

The woman covered her face and wept.

Her gray hair was wet and sticking to her face, her lips were cracked and pale, her eyes were deep in the skin, and the bottom was blue and black.