Chapter 110

She had no goal and kept running down the trail. She didn't dare to shout, because she knew that buying and selling people was the only way to reproduce the population in this village, and no one would be willing to help her escape from here. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the tiny branches that cut her ankle. Soon, she heard the voice chasing behind her. The light of several flashlights was coming, Glenda avoided the beam of light and hid behind a haystack. The cluttered footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the flashlight was shining, Glenda almost saw the end of the road. At the end of the road is a cliff. She can't guess how deep it is, but from the comparison of the dark mountains on the opposite side, she also knows that it must not be too shallow. The haystack is less than one person tall, Glenda bent down and stepped back. Someone's voice already sounded not far away, "A few people in the past went to see if they hid behind the haystacks, and then