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On the ox cart, Zhang Ercui was in a low mood. She didn't say anything no matter who asked her. She just leaned against Zhou Qiaoping and leaned against her blankly. Fubao was about to comfort her when he saw Zhou Qiaoping shaking her head at her.

He sat back in his mother's arms and watched the trees around him retreat.

Li Huaiqing: "Where is the Taoist priest? Why is he gone again?"

Fu Bao quickly turned around to look, but the person next to the ox cart had long disappeared: "It's okay, we'll catch up soon."

Xiaoshui had no intention of stopping, but just kept moving forward, as if he had known that he would not stay here so quietly.

After walking almost ten miles, they came to a fork in the road that looked almost identical. Xiaoshui stopped the car, thought for a while and said, "Left."

Fubao looked at the two deep paths and felt a little uncomfortable. In less than half an hour, she found something wrong. There were countless forks on the road, all of which looked too similar. Xiaoshui chose the left one without exception.

Granny Jin sat next to Fubao and said uncertainly, "Why do I feel like we're going in circles?" Her voice was not loud, but it reached Fubao's ears clearly.

Looking at the man-high grass around him, Fubao took out a small handkerchief from the space and casually hung it on the grass next to him.

Yisheng: "My little sister's handkerchief fell off." The creaking sound of the ox cart drowned out his words and no one paid attention.

After half an hour, a faint pink color came into view, and her heart immediately felt like it was falling into an ice cave: "Uncle Xiaoshui, stop!"

Xiaoshui stopped the car and watched her run down to pick up the handkerchief, looking at each other solemnly. Fubao knew that he also found something wrong.

The family was confused: "What's wrong? Pick it up and leave quickly. It's dark and spooky here, get out quickly and be careful not to encounter snakes."

Yisheng said hesitantly, "Didn't the handkerchief fall off a long time ago?"

Li Huaiqing's face changed, and he suddenly realized that Fubao had picked up the handkerchief in front of the road, and before they got there, Yisheng said that it had been dropped a long time ago...

Li Huaiqing: "I ran into a ghost wall."

As soon as he said this, the faces of the people who were originally confused changed.

Zhao Xiuer was timid, so she hugged her child and went into Li Shuangrong's arms.

Fu Bao comforted her: "Don't be afraid, mother. There are no ghosts in the world. We probably just chose the wrong path."

Qingyang appeared out of nowhere, and his voice suddenly rang out: "You are worthy of being my direct disciple! At least you are brave!" As he spoke, he slowly walked out of the grass that was as tall as a person.

Li Huaiqing was a little frightened and asked quickly: "Master, how can we get out? This road..."

Before he could finish, Qingyang interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Don't worry, you can get out. I brought you here because I got into trouble." Then he looked at Fubao and Zhang Ercui.

Fu Bao was confused: "What's wrong with me, Master? I didn't do anything."

Qingyang: "It is better to offend a gentleman than a villain. If you are greedy for the pleasure of talking, you will be in trouble without knowing it, which will cause endless troubles."

Fu Bao's eyes flashed: "She followed?"

Qingyang: "If it were just their family, it would be fine... I won't say much, come with me, I'll show you around, so you don't always feel soft-hearted."

He found a gap in the grass from somewhere and led the ox cart into it. Suddenly, Fubao's eyes opened up and he saw a large open space.

Qingyang: "We will sleep here tonight and continue our journey tomorrow morning. You can take a good look at what kind of people they are."

It was still early, so they set up the tent. Qingyang didn't allow them to make a fire, so they could only eat the remaining dry food and the fruit that Fubao brought out.

As the sky gradually darkened, Qingyang was explaining something to Xiaoshui, when he suddenly turned around and said, "Yishu, come here."

Fubao brushed the dust off his butt and ran over happily: "Master! Are you going to teach me this unique martial art?"

Qingyang was speechless for a moment, then he said slowly: "Come here, Master will take your pulse."

Fu Bao held out his wrist expectantly, and when he took his hand back, he hurriedly asked, "How is it, Master!"

Qingyang pondered: "Hiss... he shouldn't be sick, why is he talking like he's insane?"

The family members were laughing so hard that they were bent over. Taoist Qingyang was so mean.

There seemed to be footsteps on the road, and judging from the sounds, there should be a lot of people.

Fu Bao didn't bother to joke with them, and said sternly: "Don't make any noise! ​​Someone is coming!"

Qingyang lazily leaned aside, gnawing on the beef jerky that Zhang Ercui had just made, not afraid of making any noise.

Fubao pricked up his ears and listened. The shrill voice entered his ears again. "Their family brought a lot of food! And white flour buns! They also said that the refugees were... animals. I was so angry that I argued with them. They almost beat me up."

Zhang Cuicui described in vivid detail how well they ate, including delicious fish and meat, white flour buns, and countless amounts of rice along the way.

If Fubao didn't have the space, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to carry so many things when traveling. Zhang Cuicui herself had never seen such things, but she made it up without hesitation.

Those people actually believed it, and they chased forward on the road with axes and sticks in their hands.

"I was wondering why there was no one on the ox cart and donkey cart. It turns out they ran away with the food!"

"Look, if I catch them, I won't cut off their legs. They even dare to call us beasts. I want to see who is talking nonsense. I'm going to rip his mouth off!"

……

These people were all young and strong, at least forty or fifty of them, and their voices of trying to be heroes were deafening.

The family sat quietly in the grass, seeing the fire through the cracks, and remained silent.

An hour later, they had already walked around here four times. Fu Bao yawned out of boredom: "Master, how long will it take before we can go to sleep?"

No one responded, so Fubao turned around in confusion, only to see the Taoist priest sleeping soundly.

Fubao: “…”

It was already midnight when the people outside finally realized something was wrong. They didn't know how many times they had walked around inside. Their screams of collapse woke up Fubao who was sleeping soundly.

"Ah! I want to go back! It's all your fault, you damn bitch! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come to this damn place!"

Zhang Cuicui said in horror: "It's none of my business. I really don't know anything. Besides, you were the ones who insisted on following me."

The man's deep and hoarse voice sounded: "If you say that again! If you can't get out today, I will chop you up and use your blood as a sacrifice for the road!"

Before Zhang Cuicui could refute, someone smashed her teeth with an axe and said viciously: "If we can find that group of people today, we will chop them with this axe. If not... you will do it!"

Zhang Cuicui fell to the ground, wailing in pain: "Ugh——" Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, leaving behind streaks of blood.

Fubao was in a heavy mood. It was the first time that she saw the evil of human nature so directly. Zhang Cuicui's behavior now was only her own fault.