Father Ping froze, glanced around, and saw nothing unusual. Could it be that those people dared to kidnap someone in broad daylight?
Third Uncle Shun cautiously led Father Ping's family to a dilapidated courtyard at the corner of the street, where an elderly villager from Pinghu Village was waiting and immediately ran over upon seeing Third Uncle Shun.
"Uncle Gu, where are the people?" Father Ping asked, puzzled as he looked around the empty courtyard, wondering if the twenty or thirty villagers had already left to take care of some business.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Gu's eyes reddened, and after cautiously glancing around again, he led Father Ping's family inside. In the dilapidated house, amid the rough, uneven mud floor and ragged cotton, lay a man.
Father Ping focused his eyes and immediately dropped the bundle he was carrying and rushed over.
