"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, good girl." Zhang Fei patted Yue'er's back and comforted her gently.

The comfort from the middle-aged man and the protection from the cold wind made Yue'er feel safe, and her expression eased a little.

Qin Ye stroked Yue'er and whispered, "Go sit aside for a while, Han Feng, get some water, Zhang Fei, tidy up the scene."

See if there's anything useful on those killers.

Everyone got busy.

After Qin Ye made the arrangements, he walked aside and talked with Zong Zhengchen.

As Zong Zhengchen answered, he pointed in the direction of the white bones and talked about the flower of the dead.

The two of them were talking.

Not far away.

Ava came out from the bushes, her face looked dark and ugly. A big bull with a broken arm was sitting in front of her.

Daniu's face was covered in blood. "Awa..."

His voice was bitter, there was love in his eyes, but also a bit of inferiority.

With his arm broken, he could no longer take care of himself or hunt, and became a useless person who could do nothing.

Ava pursed her lips, not wanting to talk to him anymore. She turned her head and saw a man and a woman standing next to the thousand-year-old tree.

The man carefully supported the woman's waist, gently stroked her belly, whispered something, and smiled from time to time.

When the man smiled, his handsome face was as bright as the stars in the sky, eye-catching and dazzling. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

At this moment, the unwillingness in my heart gradually became stronger.

She is the daughter of the village chief. She has learned the art of witchcraft, knows medicine, can hunt, and has a great appearance. However, she wants to marry a disabled man with a broken hand.

Although this woman is ugly, she is favored by the prince.

Is God too unfair?

Looking at the cold and arrogant man, and then looking at the big bull with a broken hand, who was as miserable as a dog, a strong contrast was formed, which also made Ava's dissatisfaction more intense and more twisted...

About quarter of an hour later.

The scene has been almost tidied up.

Qin Ye had a good rest, and suddenly thought of something, and asked: "Zong Zhengchen, didn't you see Yun Ying?"

Zong Zhengchen was slightly surprised, "She's here too?"

Judging from his reaction, he didn’t meet Yun Ying.

Yun Ying and Jing Yi were one step ahead of Qin Ye. How come Qin Ye found Zong Zhengchen but they didn't? Did they encounter some danger?

Qin Ye frowned.

On second thought, Jing Yi is a martial arts expert with a calm and reliable personality. Yun Ying will most likely be safe if she stays with him.

I have other things to do right now, so I have to put Yunying's matter aside for now.

"The flower of the dead that the emperor ordered you to pick?" Qin Ye raised his eyes and looked at the small flowers and plants with buds on the high platform of the huge rock.

The man nodded: "Does Ye'er know what its effects are?"

This question suddenly stumped Qin Ye.

Over the years, she has studied more Western medicine. Although she has also dabbled in Chinese medicine, she has never heard of or seen such a strange thing as the Flower of the Dead, which blooms for thousands of years without dying or withering and is nourished by corpses and blood.

But even she didn’t know the effects of the Flower of the Dead, so how did the Emperor know?

What does the emperor want this flower of the dead for?

Qin Ye held his forehead with his hand. "I may need to study it to find out its medicinal properties, but the most urgent thing is how to pick it."

This flower cannot be touched. Once touched, it will be like being touched by sulfuric acid and will corrode the flesh.

You can't get close either, because among these white bones are snakes, insects and ferocious beasts that are guarding the flowers of the dead.

It cannot be touched, can’t be approached, and yet we have to bring it back to the imperial capital. This is truly a century-old problem.