A group of people squatted on the ground holding chicken legs and chewing rabbit meat, staring at the woods in front of them. A bonfire was blazing behind them, and the aroma of meat wafted from time to time.
Three moments passed, and another three moments passed...
"No, alas."
More than half an hour passed...
"Really not."
An hour passed...
"The sea of flowers has really disappeared."
Zhan Changfeng felt that something was wrong with these students. If they were really here to pick flowers, they should have rubbed their hands together and prepared themselves. The three-breath period was really short, and I was afraid that they would not be able to react. How could they squat here like they were watching a show?
Yu Sheng seemed to notice her doubts and explained, "Actually, we are not here to pick flowers, but to verify a rumor."
"What?"
"Half a month ago, someone was waiting here on time to pick flowers. Suddenly, a man appeared out of thin air and took away the entire sea of flowers with a wave of his hand. From then on, there will be no beacon lights here."
"Is there still such a thing?" Zhan Changfeng guessed that the beacon fire trigger was related to entering the mist, but now this line is broken.
The group of people thought it was just a night out, and after having a barbecue late night snack, they went home satisfied.
Zhan Changfeng and Yu Sheng stopped by. Before leaving, Yu Sheng said, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"
"If you still have beacon fire."
"I have it."
The two looked at each other speechlessly, then suddenly both smiled.
"Miss Yu, please give me your love." Zhan Changfeng bowed his hands.
"There's no talk of cutting off love, so I'll just give it to you. Anyway, for those who have gone in once, their chances are gone, and there's no use holding it." Yu Sheng casually took off the sachet from his waist, "If you don't mind, I'll make it into spices.
words."
Zhan Changfeng took the sachet and planned to go in again after finishing his social studies work.
When she returned to her residence, she saw the door open from a distance. She walked in with her sword in hand and saw that tables and chairs fell to the ground, bowls and pots were thrown to the ground, bedding and clothes were cut into pieces, and the room was in a mess. It was more messy than a bandit raid.
Deliberate destruction.
She picked up the books on the desk with two fingers, and they were all torn piece by piece.
"Oh."
Zhan Changfeng went directly to the village chief's house to wake up Fan Zhili.
Late at night, Fan Zhili was wrapped in his outer robe and said with a gloomy look on his face, "Old man, old man, it is immoral for me to torment an old man like this."
"I'm just saying that my home was vandalized and I'm complaining about the militia's negligence in their duties."
"..." Fan Zhili's whole body trembled, his eyes suddenly brightened, "What's going on?"
"What's going on?" A head popped out from behind the door. It was Fan Zhili's granddaughter, Fan Siyuan.
Zhan Changfeng still remembered her, after all, they were together just now, and her screams were impressive.
Fan Zhili summoned a militia group and rushed to her residence to investigate the scene. Of course, with the eyesight of these people, they could tell that it was deliberately destroyed.
Wu He, the leader of the militia group, asked, "Who have you ever grudged against?"
"I have always behaved upright and openly. How could I have grudges with others?"
Wuhe looked at this girl who was praising him seriously, and wondered why he felt something was wrong. The girl thought for a while and said firmly, "Unless someone is jealous of my talent."
"..." Fan Siyuan, who came over to watch the fun, couldn't help but cover his face. The house was smashed like this. Why can't you be normal?
However, when Fan Siyuan thought of the word talent, he naturally thought of social studies. As a student, Zhan Changfeng had the most contact with people from social studies, so he asked, "Do you think it was someone from social studies who did it?"
"have no idea."
Wuhe led people to search, but couldn't find any clues, so he couldn't help but frown.
Since its establishment, Qingbai Village has taken in all the descendants of powerful people from all walks of life, or those who have retired to seclusion. Orphans without fathers and mothers, how could these people do such illegal things?
Although the militia group goes out every night to patrol, the main thing to guard against is the wild beasts coming down the mountain. Who knew that such an incident of breaking into the empty door would really happen today.
This was the first time something like this had happened, which made them feel that their duty to protect the village had been challenged, and they had to put up notices for strict investigation.
Zhan Changfeng sent them out, looked at the calm night sky, and said, "By the way, the hundred spiritual stones I put in the house were also stolen."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" One hundred is not a small amount. Vandalism and theft are extremely serious for Qingbai Village, which has almost no crime incidents.
"I've applied poison to those hundred spiritual stones. Let's see who has hands full of ulcers tomorrow."
After Wuhe swallowed his words of blame, Fan Zhili, Fan Siyuan, and a dozen militiamen fell silent for a moment, staring blankly at the people standing in the courtyard.
She stood with her hands hanging down and said indifferently, "The poison will be fully effective within twelve hours. It is best to find the person quickly, otherwise, the whole body will rot, especially the face."
Fan Siyuan swallowed his saliva, "Is it too harsh?"
"I didn't let them touch the money." Zhan Changfeng turned back to the house, "You have to pay the price for doing something wrong."
In fact, Zhan Changfeng encountered something strange more than ten days ago. In the courtyard of the house, several rotten mice would appear every now and then, and snakes would suddenly emerge from the quilt. However, the person who did it was never caught, and nothing happened.
Cause real harm to her and then put it aside, but don't expect her to do nothing.
Anyway, the people who were rampant in front of her were basically worse off than dead.
"Mr. Fan, what is the origin of this girl?" This child is calm and decisive in dealing with things. He has the momentum to eradicate the weeds as soon as he strikes. This is not something that an ordinary family can raise.
Fan Zhili pinched his beard and said, "It's hard to say."
Wuhe was a little worried, "When she first moved to Qingbai Village, didn't Si Xunfu say hello to us and ask us to be careful? Could she be..."
He wanted to know if Zhan Changfeng was from a down-and-out family who came here to take refuge.
"Don't worry about it, don't worry about it." Fan Zhili waved his hand, "Since we live in Qingbai Village, we should protect it."
Wuhe nodded.
The next day, Zhan Changfeng finished his last literary test, and the results from the previous day were also out, and he passed them all as expected.
Li Baimao stared at the list for a long time, then walked next to Zhan Changfeng and said resentfully, "You are a big liar."
"Um?"
"As for the illiterate people we promised, who will get all the A-levels!" Li Baimao felt that he was so naive, and actually believed her, believing that she was illiterate!
Zhan Changfeng glanced at him, "Do you know what is the highest criterion for pretending to be awesome?"
"What?"
"After pretending, you have to hold it."
Li Baimao sighed loudly, "The students have been taught."
In recent months, Li Baimao has indeed changed. Although he still has the temperament of playing tricks, he can distinguish the occasion and the opportunity, and his language level has also improved. In this assessment, he has reached the second level in the first few subjects.
Every hair on this kid's hair was shaking, but he didn't say a word. He was waiting for people to praise him. After people praised him, he said in surprise, "B, waiter, I can't even understand. I made a few strokes by the way."
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Later, Han Zhigao and others dragged him out and beat him up.
"Yi Zhan!"
Someone ran over and said, "This is your letter. Someone gave it to me when I was at the door."
"Who is it?" Zhan Changfeng took the envelope and opened it.
"I don't know him, he seems to be from Wangmeiju."
Li Baimao said quickly, "Wang Meiju is writing letters next door, he can't be his lover."
Zhan Changfeng glanced at him, and he immediately knew that he had relapsed into his old habit, so he slapped himself, "My lover, my lover."
"Here, your lover." Zhan Changfeng threw the letter to him casually. The money for the herbs sold a few days ago has not been recovered, so it is time to collect the debt.
Li Baimao looked at her leaving figure, touched his head, and asked his classmates, "Can I watch?"
"Of course you can see it if I give it to you."
"If you ask me, the person who delivers this kind of letter is either courting or seeking revenge. It's both embarrassing. No matter what, I can help you as a classmate."
"That's a good thing."
Li Baimao opened the letter, but saw that there was no signature on the top line: Come to the woods to the east, or you will bear the consequences.
"This is a threat." A classmate said politely.
"Nonsense, this guy is so brave that he threatened to come here." Li Bai pulled out the knife under the seat and said, "I'll go meet him."
"We'll help you out."
Suddenly everyone stopped looking at the list, and swarmed towards the woods to the east, and came face to face with the three people in the forest.