They were many, and they were large, which was an advantage.
But what slightly reassured Song Weiyi was that these people hadn't brought knives.
Otherwise, things would have been even more troublesome.
Of course, given her current pregnant state, Song Weiyi didn't dare to fight these people head-on.
Soon, Sheng Jinsen began fighting with those people.
Meanwhile, Song Weiyi only had a small bundle of grass tied into a prop in her hand, and when a man lunged at her, Song Weiyi threw the bundle of grass at him.
It hit the man's eyes, but it didn't cause much damage; instead, it only enraged him further.
"Damn bitch, you dare to ambush me," he said, as he swept a vicious kick toward Song Weiyi's lower body.
Sheng Jinsen's mother's gravesite wasn't large, and if Song Weiyi was really kicked, her stomach would hit the low wall directly.
Song Weiyi clenched her teeth and stayed put, not daring to move recklessly.
Unable to fight them head-on, she could only dodge cautiously.
