Nan Yuanman was shocked and quickly ran into the yard with his short legs.
As soon as she entered, she saw the yard in complete chaos.
Feng Langqing pulled up his pants and ran frantically ahead, with Zhuang Hetai hopping and skipping after him. Zhong Xueliu and Nan Yichen were pressing down on Tan Yufan and Qi Chuhan, who had also woken up and were hopping towards him following the scent of people.
The boy was huddled next to the stone mill, holding a rolling pin, nervously watching Zhuang Hetai, and occasionally sneaking up to attack him.
The boy tried to knock him unconscious, but Zhuang and Tai were not only not knocked unconscious, they also broke the rolling pin in his hand in two.
Zhuang Hetai couldn't catch up with Feng Langqing, who was running wildly around the yard. He turned around and jumped towards Xiaotong. Xiaotong's face changed drastically, and he quickly dropped the rolling pin and ran outside screaming.
Upon seeing Nan Yuanman standing at the courtyard gate, the little boy darted behind her, muttering, "Don't eat me! Don't eat me! She's fat! Eat her!"
Nan Yuanman's lips twitched, and she glanced at the little boy behind her with a speechless expression. The little boy raised his head and grinned at her.
Nan Yuanman: "..."
Zhang Juan slowly followed, and saw the yard was a complete mess: "..."
Zhang Juan's forehead veins bulged. She took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed Zhuang Hetai, who was rushing towards Nan Yuanman, and threw him back.
"Bang!"
Zhuang Hetai slammed down like a spinning top onto Tan Yufan, who had just pushed Nan Yichen aside and was roaring as he charged toward Feng Langqing.
The two rolled around on the ground, then slammed against the wall with a thud, instantly passing out.
Feng Langqing: "!!"
Zhong Xueliu: "!!"
Nan Yichen: "!!"
Qi Chuhan, who was still struggling desperately under Zhong Xueliu, widened her eyes and looked at Zhong Xueliu's hands that she had just released. She obediently raised her neck and placed Zhong Xueliu's hands on her neck again.
When Zhong Xueliu looked over, she gave her an exceptionally sweet smile, as if to say, "If you lose the two of them, you can't lose her too."
Zhong Xueliu's lips twitched: "..."
Feng Langqing looked at the courtyard gate with a look of surprise and shouted, "Yuanman! Where did you just go!"
He quickly jumped over, picked up Nan Yuanman and hugged her tightly, rubbing her soft cheeks as if trying to find a sliver of security in her.
Nan Yuanman let him rub against her, and said indistinctly, "I was just with Sister Piaoniang, Sanguoguo, is it okay?"
As she spoke, she tried to turn Feng Langqing's face towards her, cupping it and examining it from head to toe. When her gaze fell on the abrasions on his neck, she puffed out her cheeks sadly, "You're all hurt..."
"It's just a minor injury," Feng Langqing said nonchalantly. Compared to the crew members who died at the hands of the flying zombies, and Zhuang Hetai and the others who were affected by the corpse poison, he was incredibly lucky.
Zhang Juan glanced sideways at the two siblings, then sternly said to Zhong Xueliu and her brother, who were also beaming with joy, "You two, restore the courtyard to its original state! Otherwise..."
She sneered and slammed her broadsword down on a nearby wooden post: "You're all stuck here working for me for the rest of your lives!"
Zhong Xueliu and her companion, who were just about to come over to ask Nan Yuanman if there was any way to cure Zhuang Hetai and the other two: "..."
The two of them obediently began tidying up the yard.
A moment later.
The messy courtyard was restored to its clean and tidy state, and Zhuang Hetai and the other two were tied to the wooden stakes in the courtyard by the dark gold rope that Zhang Juan took out.
The three people controlled by the corpse poison had turned pale, fangs had grown in their mouths, and their fingernails had turned long and purple. They were staring longingly at Nan Yuanman and the others who were sitting in front of them with small stools.
"What did you say?!" Zhong Xueliu's eyes widened, and she asked incredulously, "This is Panlong Village?!"
"But when we searched the surrounding area, we didn't find any trace of Panlong Village ever existing..."
When Zhong Xueliu and Zhuang Hetai learned from the bureau that the origin of the R country red cloth dolls came from Panlong Village, they immediately set off for X province to look for traces of Panlong Village.
They circled around and around the mountains, seeing many abandoned villages, but none of them were called Panlong Village.
She initially thought the information from the bureau was incorrect, but it turns out... Panlong Village really is hidden in these mountains?!
Zhang Juan, who was holding pliers and about to pull out Zhuang Hetai's sharp teeth, sneered upon hearing this: "Not all outsiders can enter Panlong Village. You guys are just benefiting from that brat's influence."
As Zhang Juan spoke, she slightly raised her chin towards the south.
Nanman blinked his clear, big eyes, looking completely innocent.
Zhong Xueliu turned to look at Zhang Juan with a complicated expression, pursed her lips, and asked, "Then you are...?"
“Who I am is not important. What is important is… there is still hope for your three companions. However, the treatment method is a little painful.” Zhang Juan tapped Zhuang Hetai’s sharp teeth with the pliers in her hand. Zhuang Hetai let out an angry growl and opened his mouth to bite, but he missed.
Zhong Xueliu's eyes lit up, and she stood up and bowed to Zhang Juan with a junior's salute: "Please lend a helping hand, senior! We will repay you tenfold!"
“Sure.” Zhang Juan nodded readily and tossed the pliers in her hand to Nan Yichen: “You, go and pull out all their fangs that have grown out, and trim their nails too.”
"You, come with me."
Zhang Juan beckoned to Zhong Xueliu and Feng Langqing, directing them to bring out two large bathtubs from inside the house.
Then he took out a large red rice bucket and scooped out two bowls of rice that smelled of incense...
Nan Yuanman, like a little mouse, sniffed the rice in her hand, rummaged through the rice bucket, tilted his head, and asked, "Pretty sister, if someone is bitten by a zombie, can rice cure the zombie poison in their body?"
Does that mean that if she were accidentally caught by a zombie, rice could remove the zombie poison from the wound?
"How is that possible?" Zhang Juan glanced at her and put the rice in her hand into the bathtub in three portions: "This glutinous rice is specially made by me, specifically for removing corpse poison. Ordinary rice cannot achieve the effect of removing corpse poison."
"Not to mention, the corpse poison is almost entering the brains of these three people. If I had arrived any later, they would have been assimilated into zombies."
She asked, seemingly casually, "What are you little rascals doing here in the mountains instead of staying outside?"
Startled and covered in a cold sweat, Zhong Xueliu swallowed hard: "I...we..."
She wanted to find an excuse, but when she met Zhang Juan's all-knowing eyes, the words that came out were: "We received news that there was an evil sect here, and we tracked it down all the way here, but we didn't expect..."
This seemingly ordinary mountain range actually harbors such a formidable killer.
Zhang Juan's expression changed, and she immediately denied it: "Heretical practices? Impossible, there can't be any heretical practices in Panlong Village!"
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