Bailey turned his head and saw Old John, stopped the whip in his hand, and asked, "You're going to die, old man?"

Old John pointed behind and shouted, "Hurry, hurry, she ran away!"

Bailey understood instantly. He jumped out of the car and slapped at Old John's ass, "Damn old man, I can't even look down on me!"

Old John was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything. He pointed his finger at the direction of Britney's escape, and his face was filled with horror.

Bailey was extremely angry, and his gray face turned into a pig's liver. He put down the reins, "sn't" and looked at the direction of Britney's escape, with fierce eyes and said viciously: "When I catch you, I will look good as you!"

Bailey pushed Old John away and picked up the whip, "Come with me, fool!"

At this time, the sky became darker and Britney had disappeared from sight. Bailey became even more annoyed and kept cursing. Old John followed him, so scared that he didn't say a word, fearing that he would be scolded.

Along the river, facing the constant cold wind, and following the footprints left by Britney, Bailey and Old John went all the way.

Turning back, there was no sign of the carriage. Britney squatted down, collapsed in the snow, hugged her cheeks with both hands, and sobbed in a low voice.

She raised her head, her face was pale and her spirits were dazed, tears were hanging on her cheeks, and her blue eyes were shining with fear.

The skirt was scratched, like a broken gray flag, swaying in the wind. She tied the strips of cloth together to avoid tripping herself. Her knees hit the stone, and blood oozed out of the skin, flowing down her calves to the snow, forming a blood mark. Fear hit her heart again, and she couldn't help but shake her whole body.

Just as she stood up, looked around, and was about to move forward again, she vaguely heard Bailey and Old John's screams and gradually clear figures.

If caught, you will definitely be beaten to death.

She hurriedly turned left, trying to change direction, and tried to lighten her pace. However, she forgot that the blood marks under her feet had betrayed her.

"You can't escape, damn it, stop!" Bailey shouted in anger, waving the whip in his hand in the air.

"Britney, stop running away, give me some pity on your dad." Old John stood in the distance, put his hands on his hips, panting in anger.

They had already discovered Britney, and walked over with great strides, dancing happily, as if a lion had seen his prey.

Britney turned around and saw the two of them walking towards her, shouting "Don't come over" while continuing to run forward.

But Bailey and John Old went faster, and their eyes flashed with light, and in a short while, they came to Britney.

Britney waved her hand and continued to retreat, her hat fell to the ground and kept shouting.

Suddenly, with a "slam", she fell into a snow pit - about two meters deep, full of snow and stones, and her lower body sank into the snow. She curled up inside, trembling like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Bailey walked over and stood on top, whipping his whip in his hand, "Stinky woman! Let's see how you run?"

"Climb up, Britney," shouted Old John.

Britney fell into the snow pit, she looked around and sat there, motionless.

Bailey squatted on the edge of the snow pit, looking at Britney inside, as if she was admiring a masterpiece, making a "tsk tsk" sound in her mouth, and then handed the horse whip over. Britney turned her face and ignored her at all.

"Come on, daughter. We're going to catch the train." Old John said sincerely, crying and arching his hands.

"I'd rather die!" Britney's cheeks were red from cold, and she didn't even look at him.

"What should I do?" Bailey glanced at Britney, then looked at Old John, with a cold look.

Old John dodged Bailey's gaze as if he was unwilling to face a sharp knife.

"Go and grab her." Bailey grabbed Old John's collar like a rooster.

"No, no, I can't." Old John showed a begging for mercy.

"Go to yours!" Bailey said gritting his teeth, pushing Old John into the snow pit, and then throwing a rope next to him, "Tie her up quickly."

"I'm sorry, Britney, what you did was really wrong this time, you shouldn't have escaped." Old John picked up the rope and walked towards Britney.

"Don't come over, don't come over!" Britney shouted, retreating in horror.

A few minutes later, Old John had a few bloody handprints on his face, half of his coat collar was torn off, his whole body was covered with snow, and his hair was as scattered as a handful of dry grass.

Britney kept struggling and cursing, trying to get rid of the rope that Old John had put on.

After tied up Britney, Old John sat on the ground, gasping heavily, touching the scorching scratches on his face, and looking at Britney.

"Old fool, throw the rope up." Bailey shouted.

Old John threw one end of the rope up. After Bailey grabbed it with both hands, he placed his head under Britney's calf and pushed it up. Bailey screamed and pulled Britney up.

Seeing Britney go up, Old John smiled, as if he saw the banknotes waving. He looked at the whip in Bailey's hand and stretched out his hand with a eager look in his eyes.

Bailey glanced at Old John and said, "You are a grandson, you still want good things, go and die." Then, he grabbed the rope with one hand, pulled Britney, and walked away.

Old John instantly understood that this must be God's punishment.
Chapter completed!