Before confiscating their property, they emptied the imperial city and exiled them!

Just then, the carriage, which had been moving smoothly, suddenly stopped without warning, leaving the people inside quite surprised.

They all reached out and gently lifted the thick sedan curtain, sticking their heads out and staring directly at Shadow Three, who was driving the carriage.

One of them frowned, looking puzzled, and asked Shadow Three, "Young man, why did you suddenly stop moving? Is something wrong?"

Shadow Three tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed solemnly on the direction of the city gate.

His sensitive nose seemed to detect a faint smell of blood in the air.

This keen sense of the smell of blood was not innate, but rather stemmed from his countless rigorous training sessions and combat experience of having fought on the brink of death.

However, when faced with questions from the crowd, Shadow Three was momentarily at a loss for words to explain his worries and anxieties.

He opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally took a deep breath before trying his best to persuade them: "Brothers, I feel that the situation in this city right now seems a bit strange."

In my opinion, it would be best if you didn't go into the city first.

Upon hearing Shadow Three's words, the group first showed a hint of surprise, but then fell into a brief state of contemplation.

After a moment, as if they had figured something out, they suddenly burst into laughter.

One of them waved his hand and laughed nonchalantly, "Haha, what could possibly happen in this city? We've lived here for so long and have never encountered any major trouble!"

Besides, even if something really happens, it has nothing to do with us brothers! Don't you think so?

Another person chimed in, "That's right! We're just a bunch of honest cooks. We've never done anything immoral or immoral except cooking."

"Does anyone really intend to cause us trouble?"

As they spoke, they all looked up at the familiar road ahead.

At the end of the road lay the locations of their respective homes.

At this moment, one of the chefs spoke up again, saying, "We're almost home. We're so grateful for your kind offer to take us this far! How about we leave it at that? You can just drop us off here."

They were about to get out of the carriage when Shadow Three stopped them.

Since he couldn't persuade these people...

We can't just stand by and watch them die.

The stench of blood that filled the air was overwhelming.

This made him dare not underestimate him.

"Young man, what's going on?" The man looked at Ying San with confusion as he saw him blocking the way.

Shadow Three explained, "Since we're almost home, let me see you off a little further."

The group exchanged glances, somewhat puzzled but not refusing.

Shadow Three restarted the carriage and drove it into the city. The closer they got to the city gate, the stronger and more pungent the stench of blood became.

Shadow Three unconsciously tightened his grip on the reins. At this moment, the chefs also noticed something was wrong, and their smiles gradually disappeared.

As soon as they entered the city gate, the scene before them filled them with terror.

The city was littered with corpses, their blood staining the streets. The cooks were terrified, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

Shadow Three scanned his surroundings warily, his grip on his weapon tightening. Suddenly, a dark figure darted out from a corner, lunging straight at the nearest chef.

Shadow Three reacted quickly, drawing a short knife from his waist and throwing it forcefully. The knife pierced the shadow with precision.

"What on earth happened here? How did it become like this?" a terrified man asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the devastation and ruins around him.

This place is no longer what he remembers.

"Oh my God! Our home... our whole family is gone! Who did this? Why be so cruel?"

The burly man cried out in anguish, covering his mouth with his hands, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes.

"No, I can't just sit here and wait to die! I have to go home; my daughter is waiting for me there!"

A burly chef roared and strode back.

At this moment, Shadow Three lowered his voice and said to the chefs beside him, "Gentlemen, you must have all seen the situation before us. Staying here will only put us in greater danger."

In my opinion, we should leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

However, the chefs became even more agitated upon hearing this.

One of them shouted, "Go? Where can we go? Our homes are destroyed, our loved ones are missing, are we just going to slink away like this?"

The others echoed this sentiment, expressing their unwillingness to give up easily.

Seeing this, Shadow Three quickly reached out to stop them, shouting, "Everyone, please calm down! Impulsiveness won't solve anything. Right now, the most important thing is to save your lives. We can find out the truth and take revenge later!"

Although he was deeply saddened by the scene before him, reason told him that he had to remain calm.

After hearing this, the crowd quieted down slightly, but their eyes were still filled with resentment and anger.

Shadow Three dared not delay for a moment. He carefully observed the surrounding movements, then nimbly stepped forward, turned the carriage around, and forcefully cracked the whip.

With a crisp crack of the whip, the carriage sped away like an arrow, quickly disappearing from the city gate with the people inside, leaving only billowing dust in the air.

But what they had just witnessed lingered in the minds of the three chefs for a long time.

They sat in the carriage as if in a daze.

I really can't understand it. When I left this morning, the city was still peaceful and serene.

How did it turn out like this when I came back?

They were even more terrified, thinking that if they hadn't been asked to leave today, would they have been hacked to death in the streets like the city people?

Shadow Three drove the carriage home quickly without stopping for a moment.

The villagers who had attended the feast had already returned home.

Only a few women remained, helping to tidy up the yard and do laundry in the kitchen.

Shadow Three ran quickly into the house.

The people sitting inside saw Shadow Three rush in in a panic.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ying San frowned as he looked at Song Wenjing, recalling the scene he had just witnessed.

He recounted what he had just seen and heard.

After Shadow Three finished speaking, everyone in the room gasped.

With an anxious expression, Madam Su asked, "Are you sure what you're saying is true? Peach Blossom Village is the closest to the town."

If something happens in town, it probably won't be safe here either.

Shadow Three clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Shadow Three wouldn't dare to speak nonsense!"