The more closed the village is in the remote mountainous area, the more closed the tradition is, and the paranoid thinking is almost distorted.

It is the obsession of the elders to control everything, and they will not allow anything that will hinder their morale and discredit their clansmen.

Especially the despicable and shameless behavior of getting pregnant out of wedlock.

Simply regarded as eyesore.

If it wasn't for the woman's parents begging for mercy and sending all their belongings as a tribute, they would never be merciful and throw them into the well to settle the matter.

How easy is this?

There is no need to try hard to pry the woman's mouth open, you have to know where the man's home is, and then go to the door to ask for an explanation...

"Young man, how do you know?" The aunt raised her head in amazement, and looked at Lu Yanting, "This kind of vile punishment can only be closed to the village!"

"I've read some information." Lu Yanting looked indifferent.

Yu Fengyi answered in an unclear tone, "I didn't expect that Lu Yingdi still has such leisure time?"

Lu Yanting raised his eyes and looked over coolly, "It's better than spending time playing stand-in games, right?"

Yu Fengyi, "..."

No matter how dull the rural aunt is, she can still hear the undercurrents in the conversation between the two, but she just doesn't understand, "Young man, what is a stand-in game?"

she asked in a low voice.

Jian Ran, "... something unhealthy."

"Oh, you're young, you have to keep yourself clean, don't be like a scumbag, it's more harmful to others!" The aunt said while staring at Yu Fengyi, her face did not hide her strong condemnation.

Yu Fengyi couldn't hold back his face any longer, but the camera was particularly discerning at the moment, and took pictures of his face.

The barrage in the live broadcast room became lively again,

"Pfft, aunt is pointing at Sang and scolding Huai? Yu Fengyi is a scumbag?"

"Is what brother Lu said true? Does he still play the stand-in game?"

"According to the gossip, Yu Fengyi has a white-moonlight/muse in his heart. He couldn't ask for it, so he set his sights on Jian Ran. He insisted on a love transaction to talk about comfort."

"Brother Ran is very similar to his white-moonlight/muse? Please, I am the only one in the world, okay? No touching porcelain in any name!"

The aunt said it very straightforwardly, Jian Ran clapped her hands and applauded, and turned her head and said to Yu Fengyi, "Hey, did you hear me, let me tell you, don't be a scumbag, or you will die a miserable death!"

"You—" Yu Fengyi was stunned speechless, but he didn't say anything to refute.

Maybe in his heart, he also felt that what he did before was really not something human did.

"Mother, don't pay attention to him, just keep talking, what happened later?" Jian Ran showed a curious baby's appearance, resting her chin with one hand, ready to continue listening attentively.

"Just like what the young man said, the people in the village found a big iron cabinet, stuffed the woman in it, and then sealed it up," the aunt said while gesticulating, as if she had been there, describing it vividly,

"Here, like this, pour sand into it,"

"After a while, the woman was speechless."

"Dead?" Jian Ran asked.

The aunt shook her head and was about to say the next sentence.

But Jian Ran suddenly shifted his gaze to the room, and slowly stood up, "Ma'am, has your Avalokitesvara moved?"

"Yeah, last time you said that the location was not good, I asked the neighbors for help..."

Jian Ran walked around the crooked body and went straight to the low room. Before entering the door, she asked in a cold voice, "Ma'am, where did you get the iron wardrobe in your house?"

"Why haven't I seen it before?"

Lu Yanting followed Jian Ran's line of sight, and saw the dark space, the old wardrobes, the mottled colors seemed to have been sprayed layer by layer with blood, exuding a vaguely strange atmosphere.