"Ouch, it hurts so much, help..."
Mu Danian's voice was hoarse from screaming, but the person hitting him through the burlap sack not only didn't stop but became even more ruthless.
The pain was so intense that Mu Danian actually wet his pants. A strong smell of urine wafted out, making Mu Shuangshuang withdraw her fist in disgust.
She tugged at Lu Yuanfeng's sleeve, and the two quickly and tacitly fled.
Leaving Mu Danian alone, incessantly wailing.
Mu Danian was found early the next morning lying under the big banyan tree in the village, covered in bruises, his face swollen like a pig's head, and most notably, reeking of urine.
The villagers all said Mu Danian was possessed, and even when old Mr. Mu went out to herd cattle in the morning, people avoided him as if he were a plague.
It was breakfast time, and Mu Danian sat at the main table, sniffling, with his mouth askew.
"Look at you, crying over something so trivial, aren't you ashamed?
