Chapter 119 You Will Marry Me Today (13)

“Yo.”

Wen Chan came out of the kitchen carrying an iron basin, looked at Yang Mianmian scratching the door, and calmly took a mouthful of porridge.

I don’t know why, but I was extremely hungry when I woke up in the morning.

Wen Chan doesn’t usually have a big appetite, but today he ate a bowl and still wasn’t full.

“Want some?”

She squatted at the kitchen door, raised the basin in her hand, and was so calm that she seemed to be on a different level from Yang Mianmian.

“You…how are you okay?”

Yang Mianmian got up from the ground, her face full of surprise.

Wen Chan asked doubtfully, “What should I do?”

“Don’t you know? Everyone who came here last night is dead.”

Yang Mianmian: “…”

“Or do you think…” Wen Chan looked up at her with a smile, “I should have other ways to die?”

On the one hand, there are those men, and on the other hand, there is this ghost called “Yang Mianmian”.

So no matter how you look at it, she shouldn’t be safe and sound, right?
However, at dawn, “Yang Mianmian” disappeared, but this Yang Mianmian appeared.

Wen Chan was a little skeptical, were there two Yang Mianmian or just one?

Yang Mianmian pursed her lips and said nothing, her back leaning against the door with a desperate expression.

She changed the subject, “Hong Gujie and the others were taken to the cellar. We are all finished…”

Wen Chan paused while drinking porridge.

This result is not too surprising.

“They went to make trouble so early in the morning?”

“What do you mean by making a fuss?” Yang Mianmian glared at Wen Chan, “It’s just to restore the truth!”

Wen Chan seemed to be looking at a mentally retarded person. “Discussing the truth in front of a group of criminals, isn’t this a scene? They are lucky that they were not killed on the spot.”

“How can you say that! Aren’t they trying to help us? Not only did you not go to save them, but you’re also here making sarcastic remarks!”

Yang Mianmian suddenly ran towards Wen Chan and reached out to snatch the bowl of porridge from Wen Chan’s hand.

“You still have the mind to drink porridge!”

Wen Chan: “…”

Every mouthful of porridge is innocent.

Of course she couldn’t take it away.

No one can snatch anything from Wen Chan.

“Almost got it.”

Wen Chan stood up and pushed her away. “You can see that the door is locked. You can’t get out, so how can I get out? I can’t save her. Save your energy. There’s no food in the kitchen.”

She said and walked towards her room.

Yang Mianmian stood there in a daze.

Suddenly I felt regretful.

I regret choosing Wenchan.

At that time, I just felt that I was not familiar with Wen Chan, and pushing her to be the bride could reduce her inner guilt.

If she had known this would happen, she should have chosen someone she knew well. At least she knew clearly that the other three people were kind-hearted.

As for Wen Chan, she couldn’t figure it out at all.

Yang Mianmian closed her eyes in despair.

The tragedies of her previous life suddenly flashed through her mind, making her cover her head in pain.

Right here, everyone is forcing her…

Force her to die…

She doesn’t want to stay here, no!

bang bang bang —

The sound of a hammer hitting something suddenly brought her back to her senses.

“Be careful. Even though the well is dry, it would still hurt if you fell into it.”

Wen Chan was holding a small hammer and repairing the door that she had kicked in last night.

She said it nonchalantly, without even glancing at the other person.

Yang Mianmian came back to her senses and was horrified to find herself standing at the mouth of the well, looking like she was about to jump in at any moment. Her legs went weak instantly, and she fell down from the well and sat on the ground, still in shock.

At this moment, the sound of Wen Chan repairing the door became her meditation song, and she inexplicably felt a sense of security.

“Warm cicada, warm cicada…”

Yang Mianmian rested for a while, then crawled up and pounced towards Wen Chan.

“Please save me…”

“Hmm?” Wen Chan glanced at her, “Aren’t you fine now? How do you want me to save you?”

“I don’t want to have nightmares anymore. I will be much more awake if I stay with you. Please help me.” She reached out and grabbed Wen Chan’s arm, her tone pleading.

Wen Chan looked at her and said nothing.

Yang Mianmian leaned closely beside her, looking flustered, not daring to look at Wen Chan’s eyes.

This feeling is not due to guilt, but because of mental abnormality. After grabbing the only life-saving straw, I immersed myself in my own world.

Wen Chan put down the hammer in his hand and patted her head gently as if to comfort her.

This slap made Wen Chan’s face look a little strange.

She is…

Death sign?

It’s totally not the state of a living person.

Was the Yang Mianmian she met last night really her?
Wen Chan was a little confused.

With her comfort, Yang Mianmian fell asleep leaning against Wen Chan.

She carried Yang Mianmian to the next room and let her lie on the bed to sleep.

When leaving the room, lock the door.

Last night she was still disliking Jingshui’s behavior of locking the door, and today she used the same trick.

She put a ban on the padlock to make sure no one else could open it, and only then did she feel a little relieved.

The door was locked not to lock her out, but to protect her.

She was going to go out, and there was no guarantee that someone wouldn’t come and cause trouble.

After repairing the door of her room, Wen Chan climbed over the wall and left the courtyard.

The big locust tree at the door looks dying and seems to be lacking water. It is clearly the flowering season, but the leaves are withered and yellow, with no aesthetic appeal at all, making people unwilling to take a second look.

Because Hong Gu and the others had just made a fuss in the morning, the village was very quiet at the moment. Every household stayed at home with their doors closed, and no one knew what they were doing.

This also gave Wen Chan the opportunity to sneak into the cellar.

There is a public cellar in the village. After the grain is harvested, the surplus will be sent here and then distributed to the “god’s wife” and offered to the well god to ensure that they have something to eat and will not starve to death.

This has formed a complete survival chain in the village.

…

When Wen Chan arrived, Luo Hao was almost free from the ropes.

Her wrists were rubbed bloody by the rope, and Lin Zhao, who was standing by, could not stop her from doing anything.

It wasn’t until she saw Wen Chan that her eyes lit up.

“Wen Chan! I told you she’s trustworthy! As long as Yang Mianmian mentions this, she will definitely come to save us!”

Lin Zhao trusted Wen Chan very much. When she saw her, she felt as if she had seen her own mother, and her eyes were filled with tears.

Hong Gu and Luo Hao were a little surprised.

In their opinion, Wen Chan’s attitude towards them last night was not very good, and it was really surprising that he was willing to come and save them.

“Did anything happen to you while you were staying in the well temple?” Hong Gu asked curiously.

Wen Chan still asked the same question, “What can happen to me?”

She untied Lin Zhao’s rope first and asked Lin Zhao to untie the other two people.

“You can’t stay in the village anymore,” she reminded them.

Hong Gu’s eyes flickered slightly, “I heard from Mian Mian that people who lived in the Jing Temple never had a good ending.”

“They are already dead.” Wen Chan tilted her head and looked at her.

Hong Gu: “…”

Yes, Wen Chan will resist.

Anyone who tried to commit a crime at the well temple died.

Hong Gu sighed, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

She asked tentatively, “We have clearly asked Yang Mianmian about the truth of everything, but the mission is not yet completed. Do you have any clues?”