Killing is not scary, what is scary is the creature called snake.
The raging fire made the snakes in the dark pit hiss and run around. The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh, which was faintly nauseating.
Lin Qinghe covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, frowning: "We should not stay here for long. If the snakes are disturbed, other wild animals will come here to smell the scent."
All they had to do was to make sure the snakes didn't gather together to kill people again. They didn't dare to delay anything else, so they reorganized their equipment and continued walking deeper into the forest.
The further you go in, the denser the vegetation becomes, with vines entwined around the tree trunks like spider webs.
The yellow-haired man's palms were sweaty as he held the shotgun. Suddenly, as if he saw something, his pupils trembled violently, and he suddenly grabbed the villager in front of him and said, "Don't move!"
Everyone followed his trembling gaze and saw a birch tree in front of them. Its trunk was covered with countless mushrooms, a kind of mushroom that can be eaten raw, called willow mushroom.
It has beautiful appearance, bright colors, and a tender taste. It should taste as delicious as Matsutake.
Before my eyes, the willow mushrooms were densely spreading upwards, on a tree trunk that was so thick that it took three people to hug it, until they reached the top, where the mushrooms had no trees to rely on, and finally they had finished growing.
There are so many of them that this one tree is as big as ten households in the village.
"It's strange. The last time I came here, this place was bare. It's really counterintuitive that it's suddenly growing so vigorously."
The key point is that they don’t know whether this mushroom is poisonous or not, or whether it can kill people, so they dare not pick it rashly. They just look at Lin Qinghe with anticipation.
Fortunately, Lin Qinghe had a good memory and quickly explained the origin of this mushroom. Then he put a mushroom into his mouth and started chewing it.
His actions were quite convincing, so I said nothing more and started picking...
But as soon as his hands touched, he put them down again.
Forget it. How can we only care about how we eat? The most important thing is the collective interests.
This time they did not come to collect mountain products, but to dig herbs.
There is no time to lose to save the crops!
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In the village, Zhao Wei stood in the middle of the threshing ground, looking at the villagers in front of him with different expressions, his brows twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".
With so many people around, it would be impossible to find any clues without any means.
Moreover, I am afraid that after searching for a long time, it may not be an internal traitor in the village, but an outsider who sneaked in to cause trouble.
The militia in this village has been arranged by him to be as strong as a rock, so it is unlikely that anyone would commit a murderous act.
He slapped the wooden table beside him hard, causing the clay pot containing diseased rice leaves on the table to buzz.
"The rice seedlings haven't even started to grow yet, but someone has poisoned them. This is a matter of whether we can fill our stomachs. We must get to the bottom of this!"
There was a commotion among the crowd, and several villagers whispered to each other.
Zhao Wei's sharp eyes swept across the crowd and suddenly pointed at the old man huddled in the corner.
"Lao Zhou, you said you had a stomachache the night before yesterday and went to the toilet, but someone saw you going towards the rice fields. What happened?" Lao Zhou's face turned pale and he stammered, "I... I just went to the ridge to get some fresh air! I didn't do anything else."
"God and heaven are my conscience. If it was really me who did this, I would kill myself right here."
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"Heh...breathable?"
Zhao Wei snorted coldly, "Is there any witness?"
Old Zhou was so frightened that his legs went limp. How could he have any witnesses? He almost kowtowed to Zhao Wei.
"President Zhao, I really didn't do anything, you..."
Just as he was busy crying out for help, he heard Zhao Wei interrupting him impatiently, and then called out a woman's name.
"Grandma Yang, some people say that your child likes to go into the paddy field. Do you have any explanation?"
Grandma Yang was quite shocked. She didn't expect that someone would be so aggressive right away.
"Boss, this is really unfair to me. Even if you beat me to death, I will never give up my job!"
Just as everyone was in an uproar, a scream suddenly came from the direction of the rice field.
Zhao Wei's heart tightened, and he grabbed his shotgun and ran over there. He saw a blazing fire in the shade shed at the edge of the rice field, and the flames were madly devouring the roof of the shed with the help of the wind.
Expert Yan rushed out of the thick smoke holding a few bundles of rice seedlings, his hair curled from being burned: "It's oil! Someone poured tung oil on the roof!"
Zhao Wei stared at the flames rising into the sky, his teeth chattering.
He turned to the militia captain next to him and said, "Call all the militiamen in the village for questioning! Send people to guard the entrance of the village and don't allow anyone to enter or leave!"
Zhao Wei stared at the burning awning and suddenly noticed a metal object in the ashes that was glowing coldly in the firelight.
He lifted the object up with the barrel of his gun - it was a rare dice.
It is polished with iron and made smooth and shiny, which shows how much they love it.
However, at this moment, the edge of the dice was still stained with fresh tung oil.
"I think I know who did it."
Haha, I didn’t expect these people to be so cruel.
Zhao Wei put the iron dice into his pocket, his voice as cold as ice.
Er Xiao was about to ask when Yan grabbed Zhao Wei's arm and said, "President Zhao, I smelled a special smell at the fire scene. In addition to tung oil, there was also a smell of herbs, like..."
Just as Zhao Wei was about to ask for details, a villager came running over in a panic: "Boss, something terrible has happened! Our people have been beaten!"
Zhao Wei's heart sank, and he immediately followed the person who reported the case to Xiangyang Commune.
At this time, there were already several young men leaning in a corner, covered in wounds.
Some were even bleeding.
Zhao Wei was shocked.
"Who hit you? Did you offend someone and make them unhappy?"
One of the young men smiled bitterly and said, "It's not us who have offended others, it's those people who are drunk."
"We couldn't do anything to them. They came too fast. As soon as we met them, we were beaten back step by step. Sigh..."
Just as he finished speaking, a long horn sounded from the distant mountains and forests, exactly the same as the one he heard when the herb-collecting team set out.
At this moment, Zhao Wei didn't know that deep in the forest, the herb-collecting team was in a desperate situation.
They encountered a group of people head-on, and the two sides started fighting almost as soon as they met.
The scene was much more brutal than that of the young men in Xiangyang Commune. They almost just chased and killed people.
Fortunately, Lin Qinghe has never been an ordinary person. He knows some martial arts. These people just rely on their numbers and caught others off guard, which makes them look like a tiger descending from the mountain.
In Lin Qinghe's eyes, each of them was sick, and one of them was seriously ill.
For the sake of the patients' health, he had to take out the silver needles and start pricking these people...
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