"There are corn thieves..." 。After hanging up the phone, Qiao Jing followed the sound and walked over lightly. 。Walking and walking, I smelled a pungent fishy smell, and also saw drops dripping onto the corn leaves. 。Still very fresh. 。"Rustling—" The sound of corn being knocked down suddenly came from behind. 。,This made him curious. How could someone like that appear in this remote countryside Wounded, hiding in the cornfieldBefore Qiao Jing could figure it out, footsteps approached from afar. 。He's injured, he definitely can't run far. 。"We'll keep searching, we absolutely can't let him live to get away!",Hearing this, Qiao Jing understood. It turned out those people were hunting him. 。The air was filled with the scent of blood. A man, heavily wounded, stumbled under a heavy burden. His wounds bled profusely, his sweat and tears mixing and dripping onto Qiao Jing's... 。。