When Qian returned to her senses, her feet left the ground and she was thrown by Yang Ruqing into a cesspit behind the outhouse.

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“Oh! You little wretch!”

Qian fell and took a big mouthful of feces. She thrashed about in it, trying to get up with her hands beating the dirt around.

This latrine isn't very deep, and almost every household has one.

The standard size, like those made by Qian Shi, only reaches the waist at most.

Qian Shi wanted to come up, Yang Ruqing picked up a long-handled dung ladle from the side specifically used for scooping feces and beat Qian Shi's head, face, and body fiercely.

“Say or not say? Say or not say?”

Qian was beaten so badly that she couldn't open her eyes. She stood in the pit, looking utterly miserable.

None of the others dared to step forward, it was too dirty and smelly.

In the end, Qian could not hold out any longer and finally relented, making concessions.

The women stayed in the village, while all the men organized themselves. They took torches and went up the mountain at night.

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“I didn’t know the way, at that moment I just picked myself up and rushed into the mountains, not knowing where I was going...”

On the road, Qian pleaded for mercy.

“Just kill me already, please stop making me lead the way. I can't go on any longer!”

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"Bang!"

Yang Ruoqing swung her stick and directly hit Qian Shi.

"I can't find my son, I'm going to cut your flesh off piece by piece and feed it to the dogs! Get out of here!"

Finally, Qian stumbled and led the crowd to the cliff where she had abandoned Chen'er.

"Oh, where is the child?" Qian rushed to the rock near the edge of the cliff and peered down into the dark chasm.

It was so frightened that it quickly retracted its neck and retreated step by step, not daring to go any further.

Everybody spread out and searched inch by inch along the cliff, conducting a carpet search...

Here, Yang Ruoqing also stumbled and arrived at the stone on the edge of the cliff.

On the stone, there was nothing.

She reached out with trembling hands, stroking the stone where her son had lain, muttering to herself.

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“Chen’er... Chen’er...”

Tears, surging forth.

"How's it going? Did you guys get anything?" Yang Huazhong asked the other groups of people.

"I saw nothing, not even a shred of fabric!" Yang Huaizhou said.

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"We're the same over there, no fabric, no...other things!" Yang Huaming whispered.

Everyone knows what "other things" refers to, but no one dares to speak it out loud.

Here is a cliff, surrounded by forests and wild animals.

...Children...

Mrs. Sun insisted on going up the mountain to find her grandson. Hearing this news and seeing the cliff, she sat blankly on a rock, looking as if she were dumbfounded.

Mrs. Sun, overcome with guilt, let out a wail and fainted on the spot.

People panicked and Yang Huazhong quickly helped up Mrs. Sun, pressing on her Ren point.

After much difficulty, she finally woke Sun Shi. On the cliffside, Yang Ruqing suddenly stood up.

"Where's the rope? Give it to me!"

She addressed the people here.

Yang Huazhou took out two bundles of rope, Yang Ruqing took them and wrapped them around her waist.

Seeing her like that, the crowd was astonished and quickly surrounded her.

"Qing'er, what are you doing?" Yang Huazhong asked nervously.

Yang Ruqing looked up.

A pale and haggard face, still bearing the traces of fresh tears.

But his eyes, however, were unwaveringly resolute.

"I'm going to look for Chen'er!" she said.

Hearing this, Yang Huazhong was stunned, and the other people beside him were also dumbfounded.

Mrs. Sun was the first to recover, and the woman rushed over crying, hugging Yang Ruqing.

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“My child, my daughter, Mother knows you are hurting. Please hit me, scold me, for I am a sinner!”

"Girl, if you have to go down there, then I'll go down with you. Just stay up here for me, baby. I'm still waiting for you to come back!"

Mrs. Sun said, as she came over and pulled the rope Yang Ruqing had tied around her waist.

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Yang Ruqing took a step back and grabbed Mrs. Sun's hand.

"Mother, please rest assured, I'm not trying to commit suicide. I'm truly going to look for Chen'er."

“I am skilled, with a rope around my waist, nothing will happen to me.”

Although her heart was already burning with impatience, a knot of anxiety tightening in her throat, Yang Ruqing still patiently explained herself to Sun Shi.

"Father, you pull Mother over here. I need to go down and have a look." Yang Ruqing said.

On the edge, Qian probed his head and said, "Don't go down any further. I saw this cliff during the day. It's very deep. If your son falls down, there won't even be any bone fragments left!"

"Shut up!"

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“Shut up!”

Several shouts rang out at the same time. There were those of Yang Ruqing, Lao Yangtou's, Yang Huazhong's, and Yang Hulin's.

Yang Huilin even raised his hand and slapped Qian Shi.

"You wicked woman, you're the one behind all this! You've ruined your virtue and you have the nerve to talk back? Shut your stinking mouth!"

Yang Hualin cursed angrily.

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Qian lowered her voice and shrank back into the shadows.

Here, Yang Ruqing had no time to deal with Qian's outburst. Even if she killed Qian right now, it would be useless.

This poisonous woman, let her dance around for a few more hours.

Now, the most important and urgent thing is to go find Chen'er.

Every second that passed added another second of hunger and fear for Chen'er.

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"Give me the torch!" Yang Ruqing said.

Yang Huaming didn't want to give it, but when he met Yang Ruoqing's gaze, Yang Huaming dared not refuse.

“Are there any ropes? I’ll go down with my daughter!” Yang Huazhong said.

The man also tied a rope around his body. Father and daughter slowly crept down from the place by the stones.

"Father, please be careful." Yang Ruqing reminded Yang Huazhong.

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No more thinking about it, find the child, find the child!

The two people slowly reached down, at the top of the cliff, Yang Huaming and Yang Huaizhou held onto the rope tightly.

This was Yang Ruqing's second time falling off a cliff after coming to this world.

Once upon a time, long ago, I went with Luofengtang to Zuojinfeng to collect herbs for Yang Huazhong.

This time, it's about finding his son.

When I hear this word, my nose feels sour.

Whatever lies below, dragon pool or tiger's den, we must go down!

Yang Ruoqing held a torch in one hand and gripped the rope tightly with the other, slowly descending.

Every inch of the cliff face she passed, every crack in the rock, she didn't let go.

She observed each branch and vine that jutted out from the cliff face with great care.

Wherever Chen'er goes, she always leaves a trace.

What I fear most is having nothing.

The father and daughter just kept going down, and down, the cliff seemed to have no bottom.

Above their heads, the villagers' voices had long since faded away, as if separated from them by the darkness of night.

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"Qing'er, I can't go on any longer." Yang Huazhong's voice came from a distance.

“The cliff has no end, and the rope is not enough.” Yang Huazhong said again.

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Yang Ruqing's climbing motion stopped. She looked down at the vast darkness beneath her feet, and her heart sank to the bottom.

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