"Hmm!" Yu Liulang nodded and fell asleep holding Feng Xiaohua.
At midnight, when all was silent, Mu Shuangshuang and Lu Yuanfeng sneaked out of their rooms.
Mu Shuangshuang took a kerosene lamp to lead the way. It was too dark tonight to see anything clearly.
She brought a lot of tools: a rope, a black cloth, and a wooden stick.
Lu Yuanfeng didn't bring anything. It seemed like he was prepared to face Wang Dali barehanded.
Over there, Wang Dali had been waiting in the cotton field for a long time. Even the oil lamp was nearly burnt out, and he was getting itchier, scratching until his skin broke.
Wang Dali was getting more and more scared, but the person who drugged him at night still hadn't come.
Just when Wang Dali thought he was beyond saving, he vaguely saw an oil lamp. When he got closer, it suddenly went out.
At this moment, a woman with her face covered stepped out from the shadows.
