I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 292: Rescued After Falling Off a Cliff

Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes reddened, tears welled up in them, and she spoke in a sobbing voice.

"Uncles and aunties, we really just got lost and accidentally fell off the cliff."

We have no ill intentions towards the village whatsoever; please, please believe us.

Lin Wan'er also bit her lip, trying her best to remain calm, and said sincerely.

"If we were truly spies, how could we be in such a sorry state? We hope everyone will see the truth."

But the villagers remained unmoved, continuing to whisper among themselves and point fingers at them.

At this moment, a feisty middle-aged woman stepped forward, put her hands on her hips, and spoke loudly.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, lock them up first and interrogate them properly!"

Other villagers echoed the call, clamoring to lock up Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er.

The villagers' shouts, filled with suspicion and hostility, pierced Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er's hearts like sharp icicles.

Fang Xiaoxiao's eyes were instantly filled with panic, and fear flickered in her bright eyes, but in just a moment, her stubborn nature took over, and her eyes became firm and resolute again.

She held Lin Wan'er's slightly trembling hand tightly and said in a low, urgent voice.

"Wan'er, if we let them do as they please, we're likely in grave danger. We must find a way to escape."

Lin Wan'er bit her lower lip lightly, her already pale face now completely devoid of color, her voice trembling like a leaf falling in the wind.

"But they're all around us, how can we escape?"

Fang Xiaoxiao's gaze swept across the surroundings like lightning. When she saw the mountain of clutter in the corner of the yard, a spark of hope flashed in her eyes. She pulled Lin Wan'er along, her steps as light as a cat's, and quietly approached the pile of clutter.

Fang Xiaoxiao frantically rummaged through the pile of junk, the dust she kicked up covering her face, but she didn't care.

Finally, she found two tattered and stained headscarves. Without caring whether they were clean or not, she quickly handed one to Lin Wan'er and said hastily.

"Wan'er, quickly cover your head. We need to blend into the crowd while it's chaotic and then find a chance to escape."

Lin Wan'er took the headscarf, her hands trembling. Her usual composure and elegance had been completely swept away by fear, but she still forced herself to do as Fang Xiaoxiao instructed.

While the villagers were still fiercely debating how to imprison them, Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er quickly lowered their heads, covered most of their faces with headscarves, and then carefully blended into the noisy crowd.

Fang Xiaoxiao's heart was pounding like a drum, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. She tried her best to make her body appear natural and not attract attention, while tightly holding Lin Wan'er's hand and desperately squeezing towards the courtyard gate.

As the courtyard gate, a symbol of hope, came into view, a sense of joy ignited in Fang Xiaoxiao's heart.

However, at that moment, a sharp-eyed villager noticed something unusual in the crowd. He suddenly widened his eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"They're trying to run!"

The shout was like a thunderclap in the crowd. Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er's hearts sank to the bottom, and cold sweat instantly soaked their backs.

The moment the cry of "They're going to run!" exploded like a thunderclap, the entire courtyard seemed to be hit by a bomb, instantly erupting into chaos.

The enraged villagers, like a swarm of provoked wasps, buzzed and pounced on Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er.

Several strong, towering men rushed to the courtyard gate with lightning speed. Their broad backs formed an insurmountable wall of flesh, completely blocking the door to escape.

Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er turned around in alarm, only to find a sea of ​​people behind them, their angry faces like an impenetrable wall, leaving them no way to escape.

A villager with a fleshy face, who looked like a butcher, glared with big, copper-bell-like eyes, suddenly stretched out his large, fan-like hand, grabbed Fang Xiaoxiao by the collar, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hey! You little brat, trying to run away? You think you can fly?"

At the same time, another woman, as burly as an ox and with a face full of scars, gripped Lin Wan'er's arm tightly like a vise. Her strength was so great that Lin Wan'er couldn't help but cry out "Ouch!" and tears welled up in her eyes.

Fang Xiaoxiao twisted and turned, trying to break free like a slippery eel, while shouting at the top of her lungs, "Let us go! We're really not spies! You've arrested the wrong people!"

Lin Wan'er also cried, her face streaked with tears, pleading pitifully.

"Please, everyone, believe us! We are truly innocent!"

But the villagers didn't care about any of that; they were all still angry and unmoved.

They grabbed Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er tightly, as if escorting prisoners.

At this moment, the old man with a stern face and wrinkles like a walnut walked over with slow but dignified steps.

His gloomy gaze was like two cold arrows, shooting straight at them as he spoke coldly.

"Lock those two ungrateful girls in the woodshed and interrogate them thoroughly. We'll make further plans after we find out the truth!"

And so, Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er were dragged and pulled by the villagers toward the woodshed, amidst a cacophony of cries and curses, making quite a scene.

Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er were ruthlessly pushed into the dark and damp woodshed by the villagers.

With a loud bang, the door to the woodshed was slammed shut, followed by the heavy sound of the lock clicking shut, as if it were a cruel pronouncement of fate.

The woodshed was filled with a pungent, musty smell, and the walls were covered with cobwebs. The floor was piled with firewood and hay.

Only a few faint, hazy rays of light managed to seep in through the narrow gaps between the wooden planks, making the scene inside the room appear even more eerie and terrifying.

Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er sat back to back, dejected, on a pile of damp hay.

Lin Wan'er's delicate body trembled incessantly, tears streaming down her face like broken beads. Her voice was choked with sobs as she spoke with utter despair.

Are we going to be trapped here forever, with no hope of ever getting out?

Fang Xiaoxiao bit her lip tightly, but her eyes flashed with a stubborn and defiant light. She lowered her voice and said firmly.

"Wan'er, don't be so pessimistic. We can't just sit here and wait to die. We have to find a way to escape."

After she finished speaking, she began to look around carefully, trying to find anything that might be useful.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a worn-out, bent wooden stick in the corner. One end of the stick was rotten, but in this desperate situation, it seemed like a lifeline.