Uncle Foy asked them to walk from the front of the house. Although the distance was a bit long, as long as they had a good sense of direction and luck, they could go out.

Mu Mengni knew that staying here would bring trouble to Uncle Foy, and without hesitation, he took Yan Xin and left.

They walked for a while, and Mu Mengai stopped.

"What's wrong?" Yan Xin was puzzled.

Mu Mengai looked back in the direction of Uncle Foy's house, "The car is parked on the mountain, and the closest place to hide from the car is Uncle Foy's house. Those people will definitely know that we lived in Uncle Foy's house. Yes. I'm afraid it will hurt him."

Yan Xin's face was solemn, "Why don't we go back and have a look."

"If we go back and those people haven't left, we'll be sheep entering the tiger's mouth." Mu Mengai was also calm, "Find a place to hide first, and then look at it after a while."

Yan Xin has no objection to her decision.

They found a relatively hidden place to hide and stayed until nightfall.

Mu Mengai didn't speak the whole time, she looked calm, but her worries were revealed.

Yan Xin knew what she was worried about.

"You wait here, I'll take a look." Yan Xin got out.

As soon as he went out, Mu Mengai also came out.

Yan Xin frowned, "Don't follow."

"You have no right not to let me do anything." Mu Mengai walked in front.

Yan Xin: "..."

They went back the same way, being careful along the way.

When they got closer, they saw a wisp of smoke coming from the mud thatched cottage.

Mu Meng's heart tightened and her steps quickened.

That house has been burnt to pitch black, except for a pile of sparks, there is nothing left.

Mu Mengai's eyes widened, her footsteps staggered, her voice trembling, "Master Foy..."

Uncle Foy was lying in the doorway, burned beyond recognition, only his outline could be seen.

Mu Mengai rarely cried, and at this moment her eyes were sore and swollen.

Yan Xin was tense and hugged her, not letting her see the corpse.

Mu Mengai was really shocked.

She had never thought of harming anyone, and she was also afraid that their presence would bring danger to the old man. When she left, she thought that she hoped that the gang would let him go because Foy was just an old man. Who would have thought, Those people are really not human.

Mu Mengai took a deep breath, she sorted out her emotions and pushed Yan Xin away.

She said: "He originally lived a life of indifference in the world by himself. It was our arrival that brought him such a disaster. We owe him a huge debt."

"Don't worry, as long as we can get out alive, we will definitely avenge him." Yan Xin also had a burden.

They can fight with others desperately, but they can't watch others lose their lives for them.

Mu Mengni sniffed, picked up a shovel next to her, and went to the forest with the most fruits, digging shovel after shovel.

Seeing this, Yan Xin hurried to help her.

The two buried Foy, picked a bunch of fruit and put it on the grave.

No one spoke, just stood there, silently staring at the final destination of a kind old man.

After a long time, Mu Meng'ai asked Yan Xin, "Should I go back the same way or find another way?"

"They didn't lie in ambush all around and could go back the same way."

Mu Meng'ai said to leave.

She bowed to Foy and walked away without looking back.

Climbing up the mountain has been covered with stars and moon, and the car that Mu Mengni had hidden has been destroyed. They have no means of transportation here, so they can only resign themselves on foot.

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