Chapter 130 The medicinal field is destroyed, and anger burns!



Where is the thriving scene from last night?

The entire medicinal herb field looked as if it had been ravaged by a pack of ferocious wild boars!

The ridges between the fields were trampled to a pulp.

Large numbers of mature, plump dew-laden grass spikes, glistening with large dewdrops, were forcibly broken and twisted! They were discarded like garbage in the mud, covered in filth! The sturdy stems were also trampled and bent over, the leaves broken and mangled.

The most glaring thing is the center of the field!

Those few top-quality mother plants that she had carefully selected as "seed candidates" and nurtured with utmost care, the strongest and tallest ones... were uprooted! Their roots were exposed, covered in fresh soil, their stems were broken, their leaves were torn to shreds, and their plump spikes were trampled and crushed into a puddle of green mud, mixed with the soil, making them completely unrecognizable!

A scene of utter devastation! A shocking sight!

The hope of a bountiful harvest was utterly crushed before dawn!

All that remained were wreckage and footprints!

"No...no!" Wang Laoqi let out a heart-wrenching wail, then knelt down on the muddy ground with a thud, trembling as he grabbed a handful of trampled grass.

Li Xiaohou's eyes were red, like an enraged little beast, as he frantically circled along the edge of the field, searching for traces of the murderer.

Aunt Zhao bit her lip hard, her eyes reddened, and the veins on her hands, which were gripping the tree, bulged.

Jiang Chan stood there, motionless. The morning mist dampened her temples, chilling her to the bone. She stared at the utterly destroyed patch of her life's work, her nails digging deep into her palms, but the piercing pain paled in comparison to the anguish in her heart.

Her gaze swept across the chaotic scene like an icicle. Suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply!

In the muddy patch closest to the edge of the field, half-covered by the trampled earth, lay a small, palm-sized, light blue fabric fragment! The color... the texture... it was the standard uniform of an inner disciple of the Qinglan Sect!

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