Chapter 297: Bai Shan

Now Bai Ling's most hopeful thing is that Bai Shan can find their mobile phone to contact them and tell them the specific address, otherwise, except for the destination, it is like a needle in a haystack.
Where Bai Shan arrived in the previous life. . . . But where she died, Bai Ling bit her pink lower lip, her eyes sharp.
No, she must find Bai Shan before she arrives at Yanjing City. She is not willing to let their mother and daughter take any risks.
"Uncle, we bypassed Fengcheng and went directly to You County, Jingshi!"
Li Zhenghao was stunned, and didn't understand why Bai Ling changed his mind again.
"Youxian is not small, there must be people at this time. Bai Shan looks out and takes the children. If anyone sees it, we can find it in the direction!"
"Huh!" Li Zhenghao nodded.
The reason why Bai Ling believes that Bai Shan is not in You County is very simple, because they have been disconnected for too long. Bai Ling has confirmed that Bai Shan is still on the track of his previous life.
Thinking of this, Bai Ling has some peace of mind, but most of them are worried about their own sister and fear. Especially her death. . . Bai Ling's heart sank again.
The night is full of stars, and accompanied by unknown screams of insects, it is deeply hoarse and sharp, and the spring tail is still refreshing with a cool breeze.
In a walled courtyard on the outskirts, you can see three large buses, two off-road vehicles and three cars parked outside. Outside the courtyard, several people with guns and various weapons were waiting.
Just stepped into the yard, and many tents had been set up outside. The mess brought by the large population broke this silent night, and was accompanied by the crying of children and the insults from time to time.
There are six rooms in the three-story building, and only talented people can move in.
In a small room on the second floor, there were five people lying on a large bed, a chubby woman in her fifties, and one was Xiaojia Biyu holding a three-year-old child who was still white and tenderly dressed. There is another woman, a woman with a mean face who also holds a white and tender child of seven or eight years old.
Under this big bed, a blanket was laid, and three men lay flat on the blanket, a man who was also lame in his fifties but full of seriousness.
The other two, one is thin but quite beautiful, the eyes are still showing uncomfortable light, and the other is dark, tall, and looks like a strong man.
The pedestrian had been sleeping soundly, and suddenly a cry of the baby cried, and for a minute or two, the last cry was breathless.
"You're so annoying, you can't cover his mouth? We have to hurry tomorrow, how do you let us sleep?" At this time, a chubby middle-aged woman shouted sharply out of her. , Straight up, a pair of eyes staring at the corner.
It turned out that there was a weak woman beside the corner of the door, and a six-month-old child was still in her arms.
The roared object, who should have been round and pale, was haggard, dressed in awkwardness, and her hair was cut into short hair like a dog's chew, and she was holding a very sad child in a thin cry, and the child's face was dirty It can be seen that he has not washed him for a long time, and the little face is crying and suffocating.
"Mom, the child is hungry because of hunger!" The woman's voice was low but it seemed to suppress something. He caressed the child's face lovingly. He cried and her heart hurt.