Zhao Jinfeng's words resonated with the men, who could be considered to have benefited from the situation.

But Yang Chunhua remained cautious, muttering to herself in doubt, "Could it be that they really didn't see it? But..."

"Oh dear, but what? We all know our limits, we definitely won't be discovered!"

Before Yang Chunhua could say anything, Zhao Jinfeng interrupted impatiently, glancing at the sky every now and then, eagerly anticipating the arrival of night.

Night fell.

Zhao Jinfeng walked at the front, looking around at the commotion. She found that everyone in Xu Nian Village was asleep, and her face lit up with joy. She rushed over in a hurry.

Seeing the grain sacks still lying in the distance, Zhao Jinfeng opened them without saying a word, grabbed a handful, and put them in her pocket.

Just as she was about to pick up the bag and go back, a strange noise suddenly sounded behind her, startling Zhao Jinfeng.

Zhao Jinfeng turned around abruptly, only to find nothing there, and wondered if she was experiencing tinnitus.

Just then, the night wind suddenly became violent, blowing the bag out of Zhao Jinfeng's hand.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, Zhao Jinfeng hurriedly ran after the floating bag, chasing it straight to an empty, deserted field.

She dusted off the bag, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go back when she suddenly heard a rather mournful murmur all around her.

"You've been a petty thief, a scoundrel, you... deserve to die..."

The sound startled Zhao Jinfeng. She staggered in a panic and fell uncontrollably to the ground.

Who is it! Who is there!