"Alright!"
Run Sheng left Niu Rui and charged towards Niu Fu, pouncing on him and pinning him to the ground.
"Little Yuanhou, look for some rope, straw will do too!"
"Okay, Grandmaster."
"Wu wu wu, mom, my dear mom, wu wu wu, my dear dear mom, sis yo wei..."
On the opposite side of the field dyke, a woman's figure appeared; her hair disheveled, her body covered in blood and mud, especially her hands, which seemed almost detached, hanging from the bones like tattered strips of cloth.
For some reason, she was wrapped in a mass resembling water plants, trailing far behind her on the ground.
She staggered forward slowly and unsteadily towards the ditch ahead.
It was Niu Lian!
She hadn't been buried alive, she had escaped again, but by the looks of it, it seemed as if she had already been buried and had not been completely killed, but had dug herself out.
Seeing this, Li Sanjiang shouted to Li Zhiyuan, "Little Yuanhou, hurry and find a rope or some straw!"
