Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 610 Dawn (16)

After discussing it, Uncle Jing and the driver carried Yan Zhen like a chick, taking advantage of the night to take him to the mountain and dump him in a grave.

It was the first month of the lunar calendar, and the cold wind was howling on the mountain. Yan Zhen was glad that he had dressed warmly when he went out to buy dark soy sauce, so that he wouldn't freeze into an icicle.

The night was pitch black, and one could vaguely see mounds of graves and tombstones rising from the hillside. Yan Zhen knew perfectly well that this was a low-dimensional world without ghosts or gods, and even if there were, she wasn't afraid.

After Uncle Jing and the man driving left, she found a sheltered spot to sit down and pondered what to do.

Jing Chen must have already realized she's gone.

It wouldn't be difficult to trace it back to Uncle Jing and his wife, since Jing is generally kind to everyone, and the only people he has offended recently are Uncle Jing and his wife.

As for when Jing Chen found this place, that's hard to say.

She is now hesitating whether to protect herself and wait for Jingchen to rescue her, or to find a way to escape on her own.

As she traveled to this village, she observed the surroundings the entire way. The nearest village was at least several dozen kilometers away.

With her malnourished seven-year-old body and short legs, it wouldn't be easy for her to go out.

Yan Zhen was slightly taken aback when the thought first came to mind.

She recalled when she first came into this world, she had injured Xu Yingxia in a fight and faced the threat of being beaten to death. At that time, she had traveled more than 100 kilometers of mountain road without a warm coat or even shoes, yet she dared to just walk on her own.

Now that she has been living with Jing Chen for more than two months, she probably knows in her heart that he will not give up on her and will find her and rescue her no matter what, so she has the idea of ​​giving up.

I don't know if relying on Jingchen so much is a good thing or a bad thing.

Yan Zhen sighed. The stone she was leaning against was making her uncomfortable, so she shifted her position.

As she moved, she bumped into something hard next to her. Squinting to take a closer look, she realized that she was leaning against someone's tombstone.

Yesterday was Lunar New Year's Eve, and in Haicheng, it is customary to pay respects to one's ancestors. There were many offerings left in front of the tombstones. Yan Zhen reached out and touched two unburnt candles and a box of matches.

She lit the candle with a match, illuminating the tombstone.

Seeing pork buns and white wine placed in front of the tombstone, Yan Zhen picked up a bun. Although the bun was hard and covered with dust, Yan Zhen didn't mind and tore off the skin to eat it in big bites.

With something in her belly, Yan Zhen felt a little warmer. She tore down the white banner fluttering in the wind in front of the tombstone, covered herself with it, and fell asleep with her head resting on the grave.

Yan Zhen was awakened by the cold as dawn broke.

She sneezed, shivered as she got up, her hands and feet were so cold they hurt her knuckles.

She can't stay here any longer, or she'll catch a cold sooner or later.

Remembering the suffering she endured during her previous illness and Jing Chen's tireless care, she didn't want to go through it again.

Yan Zhen stood on the earthen slope, looking at the village in the valley. Even from a distance, she could still see the van that had brought her and Uncle Jing and his wife here parked at the entrance of the village.

Yan Zhen's gaze fell on the matchbox in his hand, and then he glanced at the several paths leading up the mountain. He quickly made up his mind.

Pouching the matchbox, Yan Zhen ate the last steamed bun in front of the tombstone, feeling a bit of strength return to him. Then he plucked a large clump of dry weeds from nearby, struck a match, and lit the weeds.

In the dry winter, once the dry grass is lit, the fire spreads rapidly within seconds with the help of the wind, billowing thick smoke.

Yan Zhen lit three fires in total. After finishing, she quickly ran down the mountain along the path and hid in the cowshed of a family at the end of the village.

Soon, cries of alarm came from outside: "The mountain is on fire!"

"Quick! Put out the fire!"

"Everyone, go put out the fire!"

Meanwhile, inside the van at the village entrance.

Uncle Jing was awakened by the villagers' exclamations. He climbed out of the car and saw the flames soaring into the sky on the mountain. His expression changed, and he quickly turned around and banged on the car window.

"Get up! Something's happened! Something's happened!"

Aunt Jing was awakened by the noise and got out of the car one after the other with the man who was driving. They were also stunned by the wildfire in front of them.

"How could this be?"

The man driving was the first to react, guessing, "Could it be that it's too cold up in the mountains, and that girl lit a fire to keep warm..."

At this point, the three of them turned slightly pale.

If Yan Zhen really started the fire, then the three of them cannot escape responsibility.

Moreover, Yan Zhen is still on the mountain at this moment.

If she was burned to death on the mountain, then they would be the indirect cause of her death.

This is a human life!

They're going to jail!!!

The driver got impatient, cursed, grabbed a sickle from the car, and ran up the mountain.

No matter what, we have to save that girl first.

Uncle Jing and his wife also realized what was happening and quickly followed.

On the other side, Yan Zhen, who was hiding in the cattle pen, observed for a while and saw that almost all the able-bodied men in the village had gone up the mountain to fight the fire. She quietly ran along the back wall to the village entrance and got into the van.

With the car key in the ignition, Yan Zhen started the car and adjusted the seat, but she was too small. She could only drive by standing in the driver's seat and leaning forward.

With this awkward and uncomfortable posture, Yan Zhen drove away from the village in a crooked and unsteady manner.

Two hours later, Yan Zhen drove to another village.

The village's economic situation is clearly much better than that of the villages in the mountain valleys, and there is even a small shop at the entrance of the village.

Yan Zhen decisively drove the car to a steep slope, released the handbrake before getting out, watched the car "slide" forward a few meters, and then plunged into the steep slope with a "bang" and disappeared from sight.

After doing all that, she clapped her hands, ran to the convenience store, took out her pocket money, and said to the old lady who was minding the store, "Grandma, I'm going to make a phone call."

The old lady took the money, pushed the landline in front of her, and saw that Yan Zhen was dirty, like a cat that had crawled into the stove. She asked, "Whose child are you? I've never seen you before?"

Yan Zhen smiled and said, "I'm here to visit relatives."

"Oh, I see." The old lady didn't say anything more.

Yan Zhen called the police. She stammered out her location and gave the police information about Jing Chen's home, asking them to notify Jing Chen.

Jing Chen must be frantic right now; I need to let him know he's alright.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhen was no longer in a hurry to escape. It was a distance of sixty or seventy kilometers from the previous village to here. Even if Uncle Jing and Hanzi had noticed her the moment she drove away, it would have taken them at least four or five hours to catch up on foot.

She was confident that Jingchen and the police would arrive before them.

Yan Zhen bought some biscuits, asked the old man who was minding the shop for some hot water, and after filling his stomach, he also washed his face and hands and cleaned himself up.