Kids are naturally very active and playful. Perhaps it's instinctive, but children generally don't like wearing clothes, as it can restrict their movement.

No wonder he couldn't resist seeing his grandfather dressed so scantily.

Children don't care about being well-dressed.

Zhao Qingyan found it quite amusing to look at her younger brother, who was tugging at her clothes and acting coquettishly.

Look at the little brother's longing eyes, and then look at the others; you'll see that everyone's eyes are filled with longing.

"No, what do you all mean? You all want to change clothes? Aren't you afraid of being called indecent and immoral?"

"Who are you people? You're scholars, aren't you? If people criticize you for this, it'll be very troublesome."

"Third sister, we'll only wear these on the train. We'll change into our everyday clothes when we get into town. It's just too hot."

Zhao Qingshan spoke the minds of men.

Zhao Qingyan gave a forced smile.

"Why didn't you ask Grandpa? How did you know I would have a spare?"

Zhao Qingshan scratched his head.

"Third Sister has never been biased; if Grandpa has it, so should we."

Zhao Qingyan rolled her eyes.

"Alright, stop flattering me. Come and eat first. I'll find you some clothes after you're done."

Everyone was excited; they could change into lighter clothes, who would want to wear so much?

The men quickly finished a large bowl of noodles, then watched enviously as Zhao Qingyan ate the noodles from the bowl, one bite at a time.

With so many people watching, Zhao Qingyan really couldn't eat anymore.

“You all turn around and don’t watch me eat, or you won’t get any clothes or even dinner.”

Alright, all you scholars, turn around.

Soon, Zhao Qingyan finished the noodles in the bowl, got up and went to the carriage, where she took out clothes of the right size from her spatial storage.

After thinking for a moment, he took out several pairs of black loafers, distributed the items, and let them choose the color themselves.

When the men in t-shirts and shorts stood in a row, Zhao Qingyan had a feeling of being transported back to her past life.

But regarding everyone's shoes, Zhao Qingyan always felt like something was missing. Suddenly, she slapped her forehead.

"Socks, socks, none of you have any socks."

He then went into the carriage and rummaged through his spatial storage to find several pairs of black cotton socks.

"Sis, these socks are so comfortable to wear, I don't have to worry about them falling down. These shoes are comfortable too."

Little Zhao Qingbei is sharing her experiences again.

The Zhao family, hiding in their circle of medicinal powder, fanned themselves, drank cold beverages, and waited for the sun to set.

Just as the group was dozing off, a different sound came from the forest.

The Zhao family members quickly came to their senses, grabbed whatever tools were at hand, and kept an eye on the movements in the woods.

Soon, a number of rats scurried out of the woods.

After emerging from the enclosure, the rats bypassed the Zhao family's medicine circle and ran further away, clearly as if they had been attacked by some unknown creature.

Even though the Zhao family members were quite skilled in combat, they were still feeling their scalps tingling.

They tried to escape by car, but it was too late.

The medicine circle served as the dividing line, and the area outside was filled with countless rats.

If the Zhao family dares to step out of this circle, they will surely be wiped out by the rat army.

In that case, the best approach is to wait and see.

The carriages that had been unloaded were systematically reassembled by the group, torches were prepared, and they were just waiting for the right moment to launch a fire attack.

Of course, fire attack is the worst possible solution, since rats can scurry around everywhere, and if they start a wildfire, the exam team will turn into a suicide squad.

A strange whistle sounded in the distance, and the rats that had been running around quickly quieted down and instead surrounded the Zhao family's medicine circle.

This scene is hard not to feel panicked about.

Another whistle blew in the distance, and the mice actually started to pile on top of each other.

It's almost like it's become sentient; it's planning to skip over the drug powder circle and jump in here.

Zhao Qingyan had exceptional hearing. After hearing the whistle twice, she roughly determined the exact location. She simply said, "Everyone be careful," and then jumped and disappeared.

Throughout the entire process, Zhao Qingyan walked on the treetops. After locating the position, Zhao Qingyan stopped on an ancient tree.

Moving the gaze downwards, a man dressed in gray linen clothes stood under the tree, holding a whistle in his hand, ready to blow it again.

A group of about twenty or thirty men sat on the ground nearby, carrying various weapons and with sacks tucked into their waistbands.

That design clearly suggests someone waiting to snag a bargain.

Without thinking, Zhao Qingyan threw a pebble, which hit the whistle in the gray-clad man's hand.

The whistle shattered upon impact, and the pebble, propelled by inertia, shot straight into the gray-clad man's body.

The gray-clad man fell unexpectedly, and the men sitting nearby were puzzled because they hadn't heard the whistle for a while.

Looking up, I saw Old Gray suddenly come crashing down on me.

"Ah, Old Gray is dead!" the man cried out in alarm.

The scene was chaotic. After checking Old Gray's body, everyone's eyes turned upwards.

Zhao Qingyan changed her voice and, using the ancient tree as cover, used her internal energy to project her voice from above.

"Are you bandits in these mountains, and the rat army is your vanguard?"

"Are they sending out so many rats to eat all the pedestrians on the street?"

After the initial panic, the people below had calmed down.

The person in the tree must be one of the group that stopped by the roadside, but it's unclear which one of them it is.

They had already observed the group of people outside; although they all looked strong and powerful, they were just ordinary men.

They even brought their female relatives, so they probably weren't anything special. As for those who managed to get to the area now, they must have sneaked up there before the rat army came out.

It's possible that it might not even be any one of those people.

"Who is this expert? Why don't you speak to me face to face?"

"It was the man with a gold chain around his neck," he said.

Zhao Qingyan squatted on the tree, thinking to herself, "Do you think I'm stupid? You can control rats, who knows if you have the plague or other diseases?"

"Were those rats controlled by you?"

Zhao Qingyan asked again, "You killed someone just now because it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."

Now that so many people are left, if we want to kill them, we have to find out the truth first. Even if we make them ghosts, we have to make sure they know the truth before they die.

"Heh, hiding your true colors, what kind of hero are you?"

"You killed Old Gray, didn't you? The rat army was indeed controlled by Old Gray; we were only after money."

The man with the gold chain spoke with such righteous indignation, as if he were the embodiment of justice.

Zhao Qingyan sneered.

“You wouldn’t resort to such underhanded methods as an army of rats to make money. Ants can kill an elephant, let alone us mere mortals.”