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Song Qingqian pointed to the most secluded house and asked, "Is that the one?"

The boy quickly nodded: "Yes!"

"I don't see many people living here. How do you make a living all year round?"

“We grow millet, but we have little land, and we don’t even have enough to feed ourselves all year round. In winter, everyone goes up the mountain to hunt, and they’re gone for several days at a time. Some people go into the mountains and it’s hard for them to come back. So, the families that are better off have all moved away.”

Song Qingqian smiled gently and nodded: "Okay, I understand. I keep my word, this money is yours!"

When the soldiers saw that Song Qingqian had given the boy ten taels of silver so easily, they became even more dissatisfied. So when Song Qingqian and Lu Jingchuan went to find the old woman, two soldiers secretly followed the boy.

"Where's the silver? Hand it over!"

Yue Kun threatened the boy with a long sword.

The boy clutched his pocket tightly, stubbornly saying, "The money is mine, it was given to me by the young lady, you can't take it!"

"What?"

Yue Kun raised his hand to hit the boy, but Lu Jingchuan scolded him and he quickly let go of him. He wondered to himself, "Didn't Lu Jingchuan leave with Song Qingqian? How come he's here?"

"No...it's okay!"

Yue Kun waved his hand hastily, released the boy, and awkwardly rubbed his palms together, explaining, "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"Get lost! If you continue to bully the weak, I'll chop off your hand!"

Yue Kun nodded hastily with a smile, "Yes, I understand, I will never dare to do it again!"

Lu Jingchuan walked past him, straightened the little boy's wrinkled clothes, and said:

"There are many bad people outside, hurry home, or your parents will worry!"

"Thank you, big brother!"

After saying that, the little boy ran away in a flash, darting here and there, and Yuekun couldn't even see which house he went to.

Unable to obtain the silver, Yue Kun was somewhat unwilling, but given the vast difference in strength, he could only swallow his anger.

"Let's go and have a look!"

Yue Kun nodded helplessly and followed Lu Jingchuan's footsteps. The old lady's courtyard gate was locked. Song Qingqian knocked on the door for a long time but received no response, so she told Da Hu to ram the door open.

In a short while, the courtyard gate was broken down and several people entered the courtyard. Inside the room, the old lady sat on the bed with a kitchen knife in her hand, chopping and muttering to herself, her eyes vacant as if she were a wooden puppet.

"Grandma Wang..."

Song Qingqian called out twice, but there was no response. So she asked Da Hu to lead a search of the room. Sure enough, they found a packet of white powder in a basket of millet.

"It's poison! Keep searching!"

Da Hu nodded, about to continue searching, when he saw Granny Wang on the bed turn her head to look at the two of them. Then she smiled evilly and swung her knife at them.

"It's you! You are sinners! You will be punished for eating the mountain god!"

Lu Jingchuan pulled Song Qingqian aside, then kicked the old lady to the ground and demanded:

“These vultures are just animals, why can’t we eat them? You’ve deliberately tried to harm everyone, and if this is reported to the authorities, you’ll be beheaded! In the end, you’ll be the only one to suffer the consequences.”

"No...no, you ate the mountain god, you blasphemed the mountain god, you all deserve to die...you deserve to die!"

The old woman burst into a cryptic laugh: "Don't bother, there's no antidote. You can all just die! You can all be buried with the old man, then he won't be lonely, hahaha..."

"Young Madam Lu, we've searched everywhere, but there's still no antidote!"

Da Hu reported anxiously.

Song Qingqian shook her head: "Impossible. This poison is obviously homemade. There must be an antidote at home. You should search carefully!"

Her gaze swept across the room inch by inch, and finally she stepped out of the room. In the corner of the courtyard, a dazzling array of five-colored flowers bloomed.

"What's the problem?"

Lu Jingchuan noticed it too, but he didn't understand pharmacology and couldn't tell.

Song Qingqian pondered for a moment, then walked over, plucked a petal, smelled it, and whispered an explanation:

"This is the antidote. Boil the roots and stems of these five flowers together in a pot, and then drink the detoxification. However, this toxin is potent and damages the five internal organs. It will take time to fully recover."

"I will do as Miss Lu says!"

After Da Hu finished speaking, he and his men were about to pull up the flowers in the yard when the old woman, quick as a flash, rushed into the yard with a kitchen knife, shouting:

"These flowers were planted for me by my husband. Anyone who dares to pull them out will face my death! Anyone who wants to die, come on over. Anyway, this old woman doesn't want to live anymore. I might as well take someone down with me before I die, it's not a bad deal!"

Song Qingqian's eyes deepened, and she sneered, "Why are you so shrewd now? Weren't you just acting crazy? Keep pretending."

"Don't think you can get away with this. You intentionally killed many people; the evidence is irrefutable, and your crime is unforgivable!"

"No...they all deserve to die! I was only punishing them on behalf of the mountain god! I'm innocent! I'm innocent..."

Song Qingqian was too lazy to waste words with her. She lashed out with her whip, which wrapped around the woman's wrist, and flung her to the ground.

"Big Tiger, get out there! Saving lives is the priority!"

"Yes!"

Da Hu quickly led a few men up and plucked all the five-colored flowers before hurriedly leaving the courtyard.

The old woman watched helplessly as all the flowers were pulled up. Heartbroken, she was so angry that she vomited blood.

She crawled on her stomach to the dirt wall in the corner, sobbing and crying:

"Old man, it's me... I'm sorry..."

"Even in death, you can't find peace. I'm useless; I couldn't avenge you. Now you've left me with absolutely nothing..."

"Just take care of yourself!"

After finishing her sentence, Song Qingqian turned and left with Lu Jingchuan, since ultimately no one benefited from this farce.

Sometimes not killing is not necessarily an act of mercy; perhaps for the old woman, living was a form of torment.

As soon as Sun Wuyin finished drinking the antidote, he dared not linger and immediately ordered everyone to set off, saying that leaving this place of trouble was the most important thing.

The Huo family's carriage was small to begin with, and although the group had been detoxified, they were all sore and weak and had no strength left.

Old Madam Huo lay across the carriage, her little grandson sitting obediently beside her. Helpless, Madam Huo held her daughter and sat at the very back of the carriage.

The front seats are for Huo Laoda and Huo Chong. Huo Laoshi now eats, drinks, and relieves herself in the carriage, and changes her clothes at least three times a day.

Although she had some complaints about Huo's service, she could tolerate it at first. But ever since her little granddaughter was almost taken away, Huo's attitude towards her changed. She went from being respectful to being perfunctory, and Huo didn't even look at her.

She still smells terrible and feels awful. Her two sons want to avoid suspicion, and she had already given Huo a piece of her mind this morning, but Huo remained unmoved.

At this moment, Old Madam Huo could no longer bear it. Taking advantage of the carriage turning a corner, she used her cane to forcefully poke the Huo mother and daughter down.

When Mrs. Huo was thrown off the carriage while holding her daughter, she scraped her wrist, but she didn't utter a sound.

The carriage braked just in time, and Huo Laoda jumped down, anxiously helping Huo's mother and daughter to their feet, and asked in a low voice:

"What happened? How did it suddenly fall?"

"You were pushed by your mother!"

Madam Huo spoke bluntly, showing no mercy to the old lady: "Your mother disliked that Wanwan and I were riding in the carriage, that it bothered her!"