Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 75: 069: Encounter Again (First Subscription, Ten Thousand Words Chapter, Seeking Support)_6

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After Ni Yang left, Wang Xiuhong was the only one remaining in the gloomy grove.

The sun was setting.

The grove grew steadily darker, scarcely visible was the phosphorous fire spewing from the graves at the edge.

Phosphorous fire is also known as ghost fire.

As Wang Xiuhong’s vitality gradually recovered, the tranquility of the grove during the day was replaced by an incredibly horrific scene.

Dreadful ghost cries, drifting ghost fire, dim light, and the intermittent graves all tormented Wang Xiuhong’s senses.

Wang Xiuhong is not Ni Yang. Even though she can be capricious and malicious, she is just a seventeen-year-old girl; she has never experienced such horrors before. At that moment, she was so terrified that her face turned pale. She tightly embraced her head, crying out, “Don’t come near me, don’t come near me, mom, dad… please come to save me…”

Regrettably, the only response in the grove were the ghastly ghost cries.

Ni Yang arrived at the river bank, her face relaxed. She greeted passersby who were working in the field with a sweet and bright smile. Who could associate her with the demon-like person in the grove just a while ago?

Ni Yang stood by the river bank, rolled up her trouser legs, revealing her fair-skinned leg. Her feet were beautiful, small and exquisite. Her glossy and transparent nails were like rows of small seashells, faintly presenting a soft pink hue, delicate as a piece of art.

A slim figure approached from across the river, and saw such a scenario.

The girl was partially rolling up her trousers, stepping into the river one step at a time. Every step she took was steady. The sunset was projecting on the river’s surface, reflecting a golden sheen, forming a beautiful picture with her.

Even with just her back view, it made one’s imagination run wild. If she turned back and smiled at him now, what kind of ripple would it create? The man was taken by surprise and just stood there, nearly mesmerized.

Isn’t this the same girl he saw at the mall last time?

Didn’t expect to encounter her so soon again….

Just then, it occurred to him, could she possibly be attempting suicide by jumping into the river?

At that thought, the man’s eyes narrowed, he unfastened his jacket, threw it on the ground, and dashed towards the river.

When Ni Yang was hoisted from behind, she was baffled as if pierced by an unexpected force, causing her to instinctively grab the collar of the man’s white shirt.

Simultaneously, a scent of men’s cologne penetrated her nostrils, a refreshing and crisp fragrance.

Ni Yang looked up at the man.

In her sight was a face with well-defined features, thin lips, sharp eyebrows and eyes. Although the cold and stern look was also filled with gentleness… Hmm, he was quite handsome.

And somewhat familiar…

Somehow, upon seeing this face, Ni Yang thought of Mo Baichuan, the hooligan.

However, this face was obviously much more composed than Mo Baichuan’s.

Ni Yang firmly grasped his collar, scolding: “What are you doing? Are you trying to play a pervert in broad daylight? Let me down!”

The man’s expression was incredibly tense, he didn’t speak a word. Clutching the person in his arms, he strode towards the shore.

“Let me go!” Ni Yang struggled incessantly.

Alas, his arm was as if it were cast onto her. Regardless of how much she struggled, he remained unmoved.

Ni Yang was skilled, even the robust Mo Baichuan was knocked down by her. She didn’t expect to lose against a man today!

Ni Yang was furious, she reached out to pinch his neck, yelling: “Smelly rascal! Let go of me now!”

But the man remained silent, carrying Ni Yang with both fast and steady steps.

When he glanced at the girl’s angry face, he couldn’t help but frown slightly.

Such a pretty girl, with a good figure, why would she want to take her own life?

Ni Yang, in fury and unable to struggle, bit onto his collarbone.

Immediately, a mix of salty and sweet taste filled her mouth, while a trace of blood stained his white shirt.

Yet the man had no intention of letting go, holding onto Ni Yang until he reached the shore. Only then did he release her. But, to prevent her from jumping into the river again, he firmly restricted her wrist, saying sternly, “Are you crazy? Is that how you treat your savior?”

“Let go of me!” Ni Yang jolted his hand away, “Are you sick? Who asked you to save me!”

However, his hand seemed to be stuck to her wrist, she couldn’t free herself..