After all, she couldn't deduct these people's bonuses. Now that their companions were missing, it was difficult to guarantee that they would not do something impulsive.

"Everyone, don't get excited. I'm telling you, we don't have any ornamental trees that are more than a meter tall here. Most of them are small potted plants."

"Also, the last gardener who came here had an accident. He...died in the villa." She glanced around and whispered, "Everyone, please protect me. If Butler Zhang knows about this, I'm done."

Did a gardener die in the villa?

When everyone first heard the news, it was still a bit shocking.

But what does this have to do with Zhao Qian’s disappearance?

"Manager Wu, you're not trying to say my students were kidnapped by ghosts, are you?" Sun Zhibing's face was gloomy. "You're still kidding us at this hour?!"

Wu Yuguan didn't blame him for his attitude. Instead, he looked at everyone, smiled bitterly, and shook his head. "You don't know, that gardener died in strange circumstances. That night, he was pruning the willow trees by the lake, and he accidentally fell down with his shears."

"He first went to the equipment room at the villa to find a magnetic fishing line for fishing, and then went back to get his swimming goggles. He told the equipment room manager that the scissors were probably entangled in aquatic plants and the magnet couldn't pick them up, so he had to go down and fish them out himself."

"But he never came back after leaving the tool room. We didn't find his body in the water until the next day."

"Do you know what's strange about this?"

The students all frowned. Sun Zhibing's eyes widened in fear, and he said uncertainly, "If I remember correctly, for safety reasons, swimming in the lake must be free of aquatic plants."

"That's right. Everything in our villa is done according to the highest standards. We clean the aquatic plants every two days. There is no way that grass that can entangle anything can grow under the water!" Wu Yiguan said in a deep voice.

"The gardener's death was strange. After his death, many strange things happened in the villa. Several guests and staff members disappeared one after another. Some people said that they saw these missing people at night. They were planted in pots and made into potted plants!"

After hearing what Guan Wu said, everyone felt a tremor in their hearts.

Is there such a scary story in this place?

"But this is just a rumor. I haven't heard of anyone getting into trouble since I arrived." Manager Wu forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, everyone. The staff at the villa will definitely look for your classmates."

While she was talking, Jiang Chen suddenly took a deep look at a place on the other side of the lake. He seemed to have discovered something, so he sneaked over there without alerting anyone else.

…

On the other side, a girl in a short skirt was tied to a piece of wood with a large basin filled with soil inserted into the bottom of the wood. She looked like a potted plant.

The girl was Zhao Qian, and her whole body was shaking like a sieve.

In her sight, there were seven or eight potted plants that looked just like her. The difference was that the people in these potted plants had died long ago. Some of their bodies were rotten and smelly, while others had been cut into pieces of blood and flesh.

A middle-aged man was holding a pair of large scissors, carefully trimming a "potted plant", and occasionally looking back at Zhao Qian.

The middle-aged man's gaze was as vicious as a poisonous snake. Zhao Qian's body trembled violently when he looked at her. Her heart was filled with great fear. Her face was covered with tears and she kept shouting.

"Help, help me, help me..."

Her voice was weak because she had been shouting like this for more than half an hour, but her two companions came back and passed by this road, but they seemed not to see her.

"Don't shout anymore. After I cut you into the most perfect work of art, I will send you back and let your friends see it." The middle-aged man cut off a finger with a click, turned his head and said to Zhao Qian.

His voice was very gentle. As a gardening master, he had great self-cultivation and temperament. But to Zhao Qian, his voice was scarier than the devil!