I screamed in fear and fell heavily to the ground.

　　The rider held onto my foot tightly with one hand and tried to crawl out with the other.

　　I quickly kicked him with my foot.

　　But I wasn't wearing shoes and couldn't put any force behind it, kicking him didn't hurt.

　　Damn, I'm done for today.

　　In my desperation, I grabbed around randomly and miraculously found a lighter.

　　I hurriedly turned the flame to maximum and used the lighter to burn his hand.

　　The rider was quite resilient.

　　He still tightly held onto my leg.

　　Seeing him like this, I approached him directly and tried to set his hair on fire.

　　He screamed this time.

　　Letting go of me, he hurriedly patted his own hair to extinguish the fire.

　　Taking advantage of this opportunity, I immediately got up from the ground and desperately rushed outside.

　　"Help me!" "Help me!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

　　Normally, the sound insulation in this building is so poor that even if I shouted so loudly, everyone in half of the building would hear it.

　　If it was someone else making a fuss, someone would have already come out.

　　But not a single person came out.

　　So I changed my shouting to "There's a fire!" "There's a fire!" An old lady opened the door.

　　She opened it a crack and revealed one eye.

　　After seeing me covered in blood, she heartlessly quickly closed the door.

　　The rider behind me was catching up.

　　I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do.

　　If it comes to running, I can't outrun the rider at all, I never passed the 800-meter run during my four years of university physical tests.

　　I would soon be caught by him.

　　Just as I was at a loss for what to do, a door suddenly opened, and there was a scruffy old man.

　　He made a "shh" gesture to me, then waved his hand to signal me to come over.

　　There are still good people in this world.

　　I ran over.

　　The old man gently closed the door.

　　I bowed to the old man several times to express my gratitude.

　　The old man quickly waved his hand, revealing a kind smile, "Don't be like that, little girl." "I'm really thankful to you.

　　If it weren't for you, I might not have survived today." The old man let me sit on the couch and brought me a hot towel to wipe my face.

　　"What happened, little girl?" the old man poured me a glass of water.

　　The water was hot, it was a bit hot to hold.

　　This warmth spread from my hand to my heart.

　　I told him everything that had happened tonight.

　　After finishing, I regretted it.

　　Would he be afraid of getting involved with a murderer and kick me out? I cautiously looked at the old man.

　　The uncle did not show a difficult expression.

　　Instead, his eyes lit up as he stared at me and asked, "Girl, judging from your accent, you're not a local, right?" I nodded and replied, "I'm from Shang County, my hometown." The uncle slapped his thigh and said, "What a coincidence, we are fellow villagers." We had a chat and found out that we not only came from the same county but also from the same village.

　　"No wonder I felt familiar the first time I saw you, maybe I even held you when you were a child," the uncle said with a smile.

　　"That's possible," I replied.

　　The uncle went to the kitchen and brought me a plate of melon seeds to eat.

　　Seeing that I didn't move, he directly grabbed a handful and stuffed it into my arms, saying, "Eat." I waved my hand to refuse, but suddenly noticed that the uncle's sleeve was stained with something red.

　　"Uncle, what's on your clothes?" I pointed to his cuff and asked.

　　The uncle chuckled a few times, revealing yellowed teeth stained by smoke, and said, "It's blood." I was stunned, words blurted out without thinking, and subconsciously asked, "What blood?" "The blood of a two-legged sheep," the uncle replied.

　　I stood frozen in place, feeling a bone-chilling cold spreading up from the soles of my feet.