Ye Yumin and Song Yan walked for a night, their physical strength had long been gone, and they didn't have the strength to run at the moment, and the men behind them took Ye Yumin down at once, and they pressed Ye Yumin to the ground.

When Ye Yumin was struggling, the men behind him pressed his head, making Ye Yumin's face tightly pressed against the ground.

Some men raised their feet and stepped on Ye Yumin's back, while others kicked Ye Yumin's thighs fiercely.

Ye Yumin snorted a few times.

When Song Yan saw this scene, she ran towards Ye Yumin quickly.

Ye Yumin raised his head at this time and yelled at Song Yan: "Don't come here, go quickly......"

"Don't hit him, don't hit him." Song Yan blushed her neck and roared heartbreakingly: "What do you want? Why arrest us. ”

"You run, you run again, if you dare to run, I'll break his legs." The woman who kicked Ye Yumin said to Song Yan with a hideous expression.

As she spoke, the woman ran over, grabbed Song Yan's hair fiercely, and dragged her.

Song Yan was dragged away by her.

Ye Yumin yelled at the woman: "Let her go." ”

The bald man kicked Ye Yumin in the face before leaving: "Stinky boy, dare to yell at us, you are dying." ”

"It is a crime to kidnap and kill." Ye Yumin tried to use the "law" to awaken their senses.

But after these people heard Ye Yumin's words, they showed a sinister smile, and the laughter of "hahaha" echoed in the ears of Ye Yumin and Song Yan.

The bald man grabbed Ye Yumin's collar, picked him up, pushed him to the car door, and kicked him in hard, without talking too much nonsense to Ye Yumin.

And the woman pulled Song Yan to the black car, and pushed Song Yan into the car.

Before Song Yan and Ye Yumin could speak, the group of people tied them up and blocked their mouths.

In the end, even his eyes were covered by a black cloth.

……

Shangjia Village, surrounded by mountains, green mountains and green waters, traffic blocked.

The villagers living in Shangjia Village have little contact with the outside world and never leave their villages.

He will not marry someone from outside, nor will he marry a woman from his village outside the village.

Of course, in some special case, they will buy women back from outside.

There are three times as many men as women in Shangjia Village, and sometimes a family of six or seven boys has only one girl, or three boys and one girl.

Under the serious imbalance, many men in the village are often unable to marry a daughter-in-law until they are in their thirties and forties.

In this case, they would buy a woman from outside to come in, and several brothers would share a woman.

Song Yan sat in the car for three whole days, and when the black cloth on her face was removed, she saw that she had arrived in a dilapidated house.

The house looked like a cattle pen in the countryside, with straw on all sides and several beams on top.

Her gaze fell on the group of young girls crouching in the corner.

The girls were about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the oldest was no more than twenty-five.

Their hair was messy, their faces dirty, their faces haggard, and their eyes dull.

When Song Yan was pushed into this room, the girls sitting in the corner glanced at Song Yan with a dull expression.

Obviously, for the newcomer, he has long been accustomed to commonplace, even to the point of numbness.