Could it be that...these bandits need to worship before using the things they snatched? Countless questions suddenly popped up in my mind.
Four bandits had already discovered us, left the celebrating team, took away the clothes that Sima Yang and I had changed (this group of heartless bandits even took the clothes we were wearing), and then took the rope
They turned our hands back and tied them tightly.
The tall bandit bent down, lifted us onto his shoulders, and walked towards the dark grass.
Ah...are they going to take us to the wild and kill us?
The dark clouds blocked all the moonlight, and the stars appeared and disappeared like naughty children. The wind blew by, making the leaves rustle, and the owls in the woods whined low. The forest at night was transparent.
Looking into the never-ending cold darkness...[
When we recovered from the shock, the bandits had left us and left. In the haziness, we could see a few blurry shadows getting further and further away, and finally disappeared from sight.
Was he abandoned in the wilderness?
I breathed a sigh of relief, and with the faint light, I saw a squirming body approaching slowly: "Eyue, are you okay?"
"It's okay." I nodded: "But... what should I do now?"
Sima Yang froze, as if thinking about something, his eyes as clear as clear springs were extremely bright in the darkness: "Huiyue, can you move? Turn around, I will help you untie the rope first."