Niangniang is a squeamish bag, she must be spoiled!

Chapter 390 The Same Girl?
King Jin's people searched for this village.

Fortunately, the old man and his wife finished their lunch and went into the mountain with dry food, completely avoiding their search.

The flower cloth girl who had seen them also went into the mountain sadly. King Jin's people could not find any news in the small village, and continued to search for people along the lower reaches of the Beijiang River.

It took more than ten miles from the small village to the town, and Lin Susu was tired from walking halfway. She was short of breath and couldn't lift her legs.

Ye Qianhan crouched in front of her.

Without hesitation, Lin Susu jumped onto the man's back.

Ye Qianhan continued walking with her on his back.

After walking for a while, Lin Susu felt a little sorry, and kept asking him if he was tired.

Ye Qianhan saw that she still had a conscience and knew how to care for herself, so she said in a low voice, "Sing me a song, and I won't be tired."

This is easy, Lin Susu started to sing the minor tune as soon as she hummed it.

"The little girl is not talented, she has not been favored by the young master, and has disturbed the young master for a long time. Don't blame the young master. The young master walks north, and the little girl looks south. This life is farewell, unforgettable..."

Her voice was fresh and crisp, echoing throughout the forest like an oriole, the corners of Ye Qianhan's lips curled slightly, and her steps became faster and faster.

It was much faster for him to walk with Lin Susu on his back than to lead Lin Susu. They arrived at the town before dark.

The town is not big, but it is still bustling. When it gets dark, it is bustling with people returning home from business.

The two found an inn and planned to stay there. Unexpectedly, the opposite side of the inn was very lively. There were people competing in martial arts to recruit relatives, and there were several circles of people outside the martial arts stage.

The waiter in the shop said mischievously, "You two are from out of town. This is the eighth round of this martial arts contest to recruit relatives."

Lin Susu asked curiously, "The eighth scene? The same girl?"

The shop waiter nodded and said, "It's not the same girl, this girl is amazing, she is the daughter of a rich man in Lianhua Village next door, and the rich man just got a precious daughter, and he doesn't want his daughter to marry far away, so he wants to recruit a son-in-law.

Unexpectedly, this daughter turned out to be a son-in-law of Kefu, and the son-in-law who was recruited home had not yet married, and died the next day due to various bizarre accidents.

Some fell to death, some choked to death, some choked to death, all kinds of strange things!
Seven of them have died!
However, the rich man is so rich that if a son-in-law is recruited, there will be endless gold and silver, endless glory and wealth, and all the men are still flocking to him!

It’s true that money can turn ghosts around, tsk tsk tsk..."

Hearing about Lianhua Village, Lin Susu remembered the puppet man and the bewitched villagers they met last time when they set out to Beishan, and immediately took Jun Zhihan's arm and said, "My dear, let's go and have a look."

Ye Qianhan also thought of Lianhua Village, and the two turned around and walked there.

The shop waiter saw the two of them listened to the gossip, not only did not stay in the inn in fear, but also walked over there, and shouted anxiously, "Hey, two guest officers, the mountains of gold and silver are all floating clouds, and life is more important. The inn guarantees that life will be safe.”

Lin Susu turned her head and said with a smile, "Give it a try, the bicycle can be turned into a motorcycle, if you become a son-in-law and you are not killed, then you can sit on mountains of gold and silver!"

The waiter in the shop slapped his thigh in annoyance, oh, those people who love money but not life, I knew he would stop gossiping!
Here, on the stage where the martial arts contest was held to recruit relatives, a girl with a rather graceful figure was wearing a veil, standing tall and graceful, watching the two men beat each other on the stage expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)