"Ah! Help... Help... Save..."
"Kid, dont blame me, blame the fact that you saw something you shouldnt have!"
Rebecca struggled to open her eyes, realizing she was in a strange field of sorghum.
She remembered being on a cliff in the deep mountains, picking wild ganoderma lucidum, and accidentally stepping into the void...
So high a cliff, and she hadnt died from the fall?
As she was wondering, Rebecca heard strange noises not far away.
She quickly stepped forward, parted the sorghum stalks, and gasped in shock.
A large man, bare-chested, was choking a boy of about five or six years old.
The boys face was turning purple, his tongue protruding, and he was on the verge of death.
Had she stumbled upon a murder scene?
Rebeccas hair stood on end, and she stumbled, stepping on a round object.
It was a wooden stick as thick as a wrist.
The commotion had clearly alerted the man, and a pair of green,