The area of the peach blossom forest is neither large nor small.

Shen Zhiwei stood on the road and looked up, the peach blossom tree in the distance was shorter than a small bench, and the person was compared to the size of an egg.

But this distance can't pose an obstacle to her for the time being, since the five senses were raised by the occult arts, Shen Zhiwei can clearly see what the expressions of the people in the distance are, and can also hear the voices coming from the gentle breeze:

"Lord Zheng shouldn't go to the other side of the mountain to hunt, right? I heard that people in the city like to go into the mountains to hunt, and all the beasts they kill are fierce, and there are rewards for killing more!"

"Have you forgotten Zhou Ye'er, who was cut off by Da Zhuang just now? One of the left hands was broken, and that woman didn't even snort, and she didn't even frown! If this is not an evil sect, what else can be considered an evil sect?!"

"Yes. The eldest lady sitting at the door of Zhuangzi is also evil. It's obviously a child, and he can't walk steadily, and what he says is actually more effective than that of the old man in charge, and even the eldest son who is a man has to obey, it's like a ghost! I think I'm going to have nightmares tonight, and I'm scared ......."

Because his hearing was too good, Shen Zhiwei heard the above content clearly.

She remembered what the guards had said before, that setting off firecrackers in the peach blossom forest would not be heard by the people in the Zhuangzi, so she touched the guards who were following her: "Can you hear the people on the mountain?"

The guard, who was a warrior with excellent physical fitness, could also hear the conversation of the villagers on the mountain, and replied, "Yes." They don't hurry up and cut down trees, but they are chewing their tongues and talking about the mountains, and they should be taught a lesson. ”

His third miss is different, although he is not a person who often follows the third miss, he has also heard a lot of bad comments about the third miss, and he has learned to ignore it.

It's just that today is different, the third lady is here......

Will she hear it?

Worried that the third miss would be slandered by others' discussions, the guard peeked at Shen Zhiwei's face, and when he saw that she did not show displeasure, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and decided to take out the villagers who slandered the third miss and beat him up.

Shen Zhiwei was thinking about the missing Zheng Sanlang and the others, and did not pay attention to the guards' peeping.

After listening to the villagers' chatter for a while, her face became darker and darker.

- No one found Zheng Saburo and the three guards, and the people who disappeared before could not be found.

The most discussed content among the villagers who cut down the trees was how to spend the reward money.

They knew that He Zhuo was burned to death, Zheng Sanlang, the three guards and Erxi and others disappeared after setting foot in the Peach Blossom Forest, and there was no news so far, and not many people were wary of the Peach Blossom Forest.

"There are still nineteen peach trees left, and the whereabouts of the missing are unknown. The guard suddenly spoke, "Third Miss, my subordinates think you should board the bus and return immediately." If Boss Zheng can contact the third miss, his arrangement is to send the third miss and the eldest prince back to An Yingcheng, and he definitely doesn't want the third miss and the eldest prince to risk their lives. ”

"After cutting down the peach tree, I know the measure, and my father and mother are coming soon. Shen Zhiwei took a deep breath and said.

Even after living in this world for more than two years, some of her thoughts are still out of step with this world.

For example, loyalty.

Assuming that Zheng Saburo gave his life for the main family, his loyalty would become a beautiful talk.

But in her opinion, this is inhumane and not worth advocating.

There is no distinction between high and low lives, but many people such as Zheng Saburo regard allegiance to the master's family as a faith, and most people consider this loyalty to be extremely valuable.

So much so that Shen Zhiwei sometimes wonders, did she misunderstand the relationship between Zheng Sanlang and Shen Yushu?

Maybe they are not master servants, but brothers?

No one will let their siblings do the work of protecting themselves.

Shen Zhiwei looked at the peach trees that were piled up and set on fire by the people, and through the firelight, she saw the magnificent ancestral hall in Liuxi Village again.

It was hidden behind two leafy trees, and several birds flew from the sky, chirping and landing on the roof of the ancestral hall.

Then the birds never flew again, struggling and wailing as if they had fallen into an asphalt lake, and sank in the black glazed tiles.

Shen Zhiwei also found out that she was alone.

She stood alone on the soft black earth, very close to the ancestral hall, a few steps away.

Not far away was a stump left behind by the peach's being cut down, and translucent sticky sap flowed out, trapping two or three flying insects, and a bumblebee the size of an adult man's fist flew around the stump.

The sky above me darkened at some point, the sun disappeared, and the thick red clouds were thick, so gloomy that it seemed to be coated with a layer of blood, giving people a feeling of oppressive unhappiness.

She also smelled a rancid stench, and looking in the direction where the smell came from, a strange villager who had been hanged from a tree immediately came into view.

His stomach was open, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and intestines hung sparsely, and the liquid of blood or corpse water splashed on the ground one by one, surrounded by dense flies.

Suddenly frightened by this terrifying picture, Shen Zhiwei subconsciously retreated, not noticing that there was a bulging tree root on the ground that tripped her foot, and the person did not fall, but her foot twisted.

Shen Zhi lowered his head slightly, wanting to check his injuries.

Unexpectedly, the root of the tree instantly turned into a rotten woman's left hand, and suddenly another scream blurted out, and her pale little face was frightened without a trace of blood.

The screams echoed in the silence of the mountains, and there was a feeling of great horror.

After the screaming, no one showed up.

Shen Zhiwei caressed his heart, and turned back to look for the Grange and the people, the location of the Grange was only ruins, and the houses of the villagers and the fields in the distance also seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, surrounded by dead weeds.

In the distance, the willow stream still flows, but the original clear and clean water has been replaced by a boiling, muddy red, and occasionally white bones and strangely shaped creatures can be seen emerging from the water, being snatched by bald birds with three heads.

By the way, the bald bird's three heads will fight, and although they use the same body, all three heads of the bird want to eat food.

The bird flew farther into the mountains and forests, which were all gray-white, probably the plants were dead, or the plants had gray-white leaves.

She steadied herself and set her eyes on the last remaining peach trees in the middle of the mountain, which were in bright bloom.

Count it, and it's exactly nineteen.

No, it's not just the case, it's these strange peach blossom trees that have been cut down to only nineteen, and the culprit who caused Zheng Saburo and the others to be missing finally knows that he is in a hurry - the huge wasp, the rotting corpse hanging on the tree, the roots that almost tripped her or the rotten hands, are all deliberately given to her by the culprit.

Shen Zhiwei was frightened as the other party wished.

After looking around for a while, she wanted to go around to the upper reaches of Willow Creek to see if the peach forest existed.

But the culprit didn't allow her to waste any more time.

The huge wasp flew in front of Shen Zhiwei and circled an Arabic number eight, and if she didn't follow it, it would reward her with a tail needle to see if it was powerful.

Shen Zhiwei wiped the cold sweat on his face with a handkerchief, and walked towards the magnificent ancestral hall under the leadership of the wasp.

The two trees that shade the ancestral hall grow well, and one of the trees is a shelf for displaying the corpses.

Except for the strange villagers who were disemboweled, Shen Zhiwei saw He Xiaoqian with twisted hands and feet and a boy whose brain was gouged out, and the others were all dried corpses.

Some were dressed in the clothes of the villagers of Liuxi Village, some were dressed as maids, maids, and warriors, and one was dressed in a well-cut hunting costume, but it was a young puppet with a blank face.

Shen Zhiwei saw the logo of the Li family on the cuffs of the hunting suit.

She pondered why the puppet had appeared here, and unhurriedly came to the ancestral hall, raised her foot over the threshold, and met the culprit who caused the trouble.