"****."

"Motherfucker!"

The two who climbed up saw the huge flesh ball covered with grass and leaves, and the mouth full of fur and blood. They immediately retreated two steps and blurted out, not sure if it was an outburst after being frightened or a curse directed at Du Ping for not warning them.

"Du Ping, you son of a bitch, you could at least give us a heads up. I'm scared shitless."

"I fucking lost a couple drops of piss. Du Ping, you're such an ass."

Listening to the two's complaints and scolding, Du Ping didn't fight back but just replied heavily with his back turned, "I felt nauseous, couldn't talk."

"Nauseous?"

The two hesitated for a moment, wanting to turn their heads to look again but quickly spun around, not daring to glance back again.

They took a couple of deep breaths before saying, "She's found now, what do we do?"

Du Ping felt a little weak and squatted down with his hands on his knees. "I think her legs can't move. She was just crawling on the ground herself; we probably have to carry her down."

The two glanced at the woods in front of them. "Then, let's drag her."

The two took a few more deep breaths and mentally prepared themselves. Then, they turned and headed back, constantly asking, "Du Ping, what's in this old woman's mouth?"

With one sentence, Du Ping felt the nausea surging again and hurriedly waved his hands to signal them not to ask.

Seeing this, the two stopped asking. They walked up to Du Jun's wife, forced themselves not to look at her mouth, then quickly scanned her to confirm that they had found the right person. They looked away but tried to persuade the old woman to stop cursing.

But Du Jun's wife didn't listen. Not only did she curse even more vigorously, but she also used more disgusting and venomous words. When one of them stood a little closer, the old woman even picked up a branch from the ground and struck him.

"Ouch... damn it."

The man who got hit jumped back, his gaze towards the woman changed, and only when he was far away did he say, "Motherfucker, is this old woman crazy?"

As they spoke, the two turned their gazes to Du Ping, and Du Ping just gave a slight nod. "I think she's crazy too."

The man who got hit held his ankle and rubbed it vigorously, angrily saying, "Fucking unlucky. So what do we do now?"

"Call for help."

Actually, there was no need to call for help. Du Jun's wife's voice had already spread through the woods. Those who weren't too far away had guessed that she must have been found. Then the news spread quickly, and the dozens of people who had gone up the mountain knew about it.

Those who were close slowly approached, while those who were far away simply went down the mountain.

And the most fucking outrageous thing was that even Du Jun and his sons were among the people going down the mountain, taking shamelessness to the extreme.

Du Jun's wife was too fat, weighing around 200 pounds with a height of just over five feet. She was a perfect sphere, which was quite difficult to handle in this dense, low woods.

She couldn't be carried, she couldn't be supported, she couldn't walk on her own, and she stank to high heaven. Her filthy mouth never stopped its tirade, and what was even more infuriating, the old woman liked to use her hands.

When several people who rushed over discussed the situation, especially after seeing the half-body of the yellow weasel, someone sat down directly and started looking for thin branches to twist into ropes by rubbing the tree bark.

Everyone was an experienced farmer, and when they saw this, they immediately began to help. But as they twisted more ropes, someone tried to make a cross-shaped frame and a soft stretcher, only for the person who initially twisted the ropes to snatch them all away.

The person who got robbed hesitated for a moment. "What are you doing?"

"Tying her up."

As the words fell, the man walked up, pressed his knee against the big woman's arm, grabbed her other arm, and began to tie her up.

The big woman got angry and cursed louder, "What the fuck are you doing? If you want to fuck, go home and fuck your mother! PTOOEY!"

The man tying her up was even more furious, turning his butt towards the big woman's face and applying more force to his hands.

Du Ping, who had now adjusted his mental state, saw the big woman cursing, spitting, and trying to bite the man's butt. He took a step forward, tore off a piece of his already torn trouser leg, then stuffed it into her mouth, filling it completely.

"Give me a rope, let's tie her mouth too."

Tie her mouth? What a novel notion, but not one of the seven or eight men present raised any objections. It was like putting a muzzle on a mule, fastening it very tightly.

"What are you doing?"

As the men had just finished tying her up, a shout came from the bushes nearby. Liu Gong, in tattered clothes, walked out with wide, angry eyes staring at everyone.

Especially when he saw the trousers still sticking out of the big woman's mouth, he was almost knocked out by anger. "This is illegal, you know! Untie her right now!"

But no one paid him any mind; they all just looked at him strangely. Eventually, someone couldn't help but say, "Sir, this woman curses people, and she hits people. The swearing is unbearable."

"So you can just tie her up because she curses?"

"****, then you handle it yourself."

The man speaking turned and left. Du Ping and the others saw this, figured it was a lost cause, and left as well.

Liu Gong looked at these stubborn old farmers, gritting his teeth in annoyance. "You... you..."