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Looking up at the increasingly gloomy sky, Xiang Yantian stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although it was still late spring, she was already sweating profusely. Since deciding on her first goal, she has embarked on the road of finding Yan Qing. Along the way, she kept inquiring about news related to Yan Qing, and almost everyone asked. Now she has been walking in this uninhabited wilderness for most of the day, and she has not seen half a figure so far.

I didn't expect that my Daxiang Dynasty also had such a desolate place, but it was not a way to go on like this, and if I didn't see anyone, I couldn't find out about the news related to Brother Yan. She couldn't see anyone for most of the day, and she was also very distressed.

Looking far away, trying to find a trace of human smoke, her tired eyes suddenly flashed like jewels.

In the distant sky, wisps of smoke drift slowly upwards and then gradually dissipate, and in the clouds, the wisps of smoke are not so obvious that they will even be ignored if you don't look closely.

It's cooking smoke! It's a sign that someone is there! After three years of living in the valley, she faces the faint smoke of cooking every day, and she has a deep understanding of this kind of cooking smoke.

That's great! The pretty face that has always been like ice has finally thawed, revealing a touching smile, as bright and moving as a peach blossom in March. Being able to find a place where there are people, she is really happy from the bottom of her heart.

On the edge of the endless wilderness, a small village with only a few dozen families is sitting quietly, and under the evening sun, wisps of cooking smoke waft out of it, filling with a faint atmosphere of peace, but under this peace there is an unusual quiet.

"This lady, may I ask you...... "After walking for most of the day, it was not easy to see a person, Xiang Yan rushed forward without thinking about it, and planned to ask Yan Qing's news.

It's just that, to her surprise, the figure in front of her, who seemed to be a big lady, didn't react to her arrival at all, and her face was just wooden and sluggish, as if she had lost her soul. Therefore, her words were not fully spoken. After all, what is there to ask for someone who has not noticed in the slightest that he has saved zài?

"Auntie, are you okay?" Shaking the woman's shoulder cautiously, she asked softly.

However, no matter how she asked, the woman still didn't change the wooden face on her face, it was really like she had lost her soul! Finally, when Xiang Yantian was about to give up, she finally cast her dull gaze on Xiang Yantian.

"Uh......h Woo woo woo ......" Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly heard the whimper of a real woman.

"Alas, another girl has been ruined!" The glazed woman suddenly became sad and let out a long sigh.

What's going on? Xiang Yantian was very puzzled in his heart. It was dusk, and it was supposed to be the time when the families began to reunite, what would cause the woman to cry like this?

Walking slowly in the direction where the cry came from, she was going to figure out the reason. Although after three years of baptism, she can be said to have undergone a transformation from the inside out, but the kindness in her heart still exists and has never been lost. Along the way, she also saw a lot of villagers, but most of them had quite abnormal expressions, either with dull eyes or long sighs.

Following the cry, Xiang Yantian walked into a rather dim hut. In this hut there are only a few of the most commonly used pieces of furniture, and nothing else. In the cabin, in the dim light, she couldn't see the specific situation in the room, only saw some vague shadows, and roughly judged, she felt that there should be two people in this room.

"Ahem, the child, don't cry, it won't help if you continue to cry, and it is impossible for the child to return to his original appearance and come back to life!" In the darkness, a hoarse voice was heard, and there was a hint of anger in the man's voice. It's just that Xiang Yantian didn't understand who this trace of anger was aimed at.

"Excuse me, what's going on?" Knocking lightly on the door, Xiang Yantian asked.

There was a hint of caution in her soft voice, because she didn't know what was going on, and she didn't want to ask. People in the rivers and lakes, be careful everywhere, the rivers and lakes are sinister! Yan Yu's voice and teachings are still in her mind, and I am afraid that she will not be able to forget them in this life.

"Child, don't cry, there's a guest coming!" In the darkness, the man's voice was reproachful, but under this reproach was filled with indescribable sadness and helplessness.

The woman's crying gradually stopped, and after a while, a middle-aged woman with red eyes appeared in front of Xiang Yantian. With just one glance, Xiang Yantian could conclude that she was the creator of the previous cry.

"This young lady, please go back. There are some private matters at home, please forgive us for not treating them well. The middle-aged woman wiped a handful of tears and said apologetically.

Although the owner has already issued an eviction order, Xiang Yantian does not intend to leave, and her childhood dream has made her character have a trace of stubbornness.

"Auntie, can you tell me what happened?"

The middle-aged woman still looked sad and unwilling, but she couldn't bear her perseverance, and finally told her the truth.

It turned out that recently, there have always been young girls in the village who have been inexplicably stolen of their virginity in the middle of the night, and Yan zhòng even died. Although the villagers were very aware of the incident and were manned every night, the flower thief seemed to have winged up, and was always able to sneak into the village without knowing anything, and enter the young girl's room with unerring accuracy.

It's a flower thief?! This incident was somewhat unexpected by Xiang Yantian, and a pair of beautiful eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Can you let me in and see how Ling Ai is doing?"

The woman didn't speak, just nodded silently, and then led Xiang Yantian into the room.

In the small room, the light was dim, there was no light, and there was almost nothing to be seen inside. Suddenly, a fire lit up in the darkness, and the whole room lit up.

On top of the simple bed, the bedding looks a little messy. Seeing this, Xiang Yantian's brows couldn't help frowning even tighter, but the next scene made her pupils shrink suddenly. In the corner of the bed, a young woman was curled up motionless, and her body was covered with blood.

Touching the woman's body, Xiang Yantian's heart was cold, this woman had been dead for a long time!