Jiaojiao looked down and answered casually.

It was a silk hair tie, small and delicate in design, tied in the middle into a full bow.

Su Qingzhi's gaze fell on the hair tie, and her heart sank.

"This is a gift for Song Weiying."

She remembered taking several of these hair ties out of her storage space and giving them to her.

Song Weiying was so happy that she jumped for joy and said she would braid it and wear it every day.

But the situation is special now. The whole village was locked down after the flash flood, and Song Weiying hasn't had a chance to wear it. It should be kept at home.

How did it end up on this desolate, wild hillside?

“Song Weiying would never come to a place like this.”

Shen Zhiyu frowned and squatted down to examine the surrounding traces.

He brushed away the soil with his hands and found scattered drag marks nearby, and several blades of grass were broken in place.

"Unless... they were forcibly brought here."

The air suddenly turned cold as soon as he said that.

A chill seemed to creep up your spine, making you unconsciously hold your breath.

Su Qingzhi's heart tightened.

Given Song Weiying's identity, it is indeed possible that she could be used to threaten her maternal grandfather.

She dared not think any further, fearing that she would lose her judgment due to worry.

"We need to hurry."

Seeing her anxious expression, Shen Zhiyu immediately replied, "Speed ​​up."

His tone was calm, but his eyes had already scanned the surroundings, confirming the route and the status of the team.

The group stopped delaying and their pace noticeably quickened.

On the way, we encountered several venomous snakes, coiled between rocks or under withered branches, their scarlet tongues flicking out.

But for these people, it's not really a problem.

The experienced hunter in the group only needed to wave his long stick lightly to drive the snake away.

But the calmer it is, the more uneasy it makes people feel.