"What are they talking about?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

Xie Yongzhi looked very angry, with veins bulging on his forehead. It was obvious that what these people said was unbearable to hear.

"I'll chase them away!"

Xie Yongzhi stood up suddenly and wanted to chase them away. His grandmother and father tried to stop him. They lived in the same village and had the same surname, so how could they chase them away? "No need!"

Lu Chen stopped Xie Yongzhi. He walked up to these bachelors without saying a word. He pulled out a stick of firewood as thick as an adult's arm from the firewood piled in the corner, slowly stood it up in front of these people, and then, with lightning speed, he suddenly chopped with his other hand, and the stick broke with a snap.

Everyone only felt a gust of wind and didn't see anything clearly. They saw that the firewood stick in Lu Chen's hand broke into two pieces. Lu Chen's hand was not even covered with skin. Everyone couldn't help rubbing their eyes, trying to confirm whether it was an illusion. The splinters at the broken end of the stick reminded them that it was not an illusion.

Just now, the young man had indeed chopped the stick in half with his hands. It was not so easy for them to chop the stick with a knife. This man's hands were sharper than a knife! The bachelors who had just been talking about Jiang Hanyan suddenly changed their expressions, and their hearts were in turmoil. They involuntarily took a few steps back.

Lu Chen glanced at them coldly. The bachelors were so scared that they broke out in cold sweats and turned around to leave, fearing that their necks would be broken if they stayed any longer.

After that, the yard became as quiet as a chicken. The villagers spoke in a much gentler voice. They would glance at Lu Chen from time to time, paying attention to his expression, for fear of angering the boss.

"Erzhu's mother, you're digging so many sweet potatoes. There are only three people in your family. Why are you planting so many sweet potatoes?" a villager said loudly.

"My Erzhu eats a lot."

A hoarse female voice came over, and she sounded quite old. Jiang Hanyan had already finished her meal. She walked out of the yard and saw an old woman carrying a large basket of sweet potatoes. Her hair was all white, her back was bent like a bow, her eyes were cloudy, and she looked very old.

"There are so many cars parked at the entrance of the village. What are they doing here?"

The old woman stopped without putting down the basket. She hunched over and talked to the villagers. She also glanced at Jiang Hanyan.

"The teachers and students from Yongzhi City are here to play. Look, that pretty girl is classmate Yongzhi. Isn't she pretty? She's like a fairy."

A villager pointed at Jiang Hanyan, and the old woman looked at her again, smiled, and said in a hoarse voice: "So pretty!"

"He's a college student in the city. He's handsome and smart. His baby will definitely be smart and good-looking."

The old woman's eyes flashed, and she didn't look at Jiang Hanyan again. She walked away carrying a basket of sweet potatoes.

"Oh, what a miserable life. I have to raise a stupid son. Now I have to work in the fields at my old age. I can't enjoy the blessing of my son." Someone sighed.

"Don't say this in front of Erzhu's mother. She thinks Erzhu is not stupid and wants to find a wife for him."

"Who would marry him if he doesn't spend money? His family is so poor that they can't even afford a thousand dollars."

"Erzhu looks like a cow, eats more than a pig, doesn't help with housework, and has a bad temper. Last time I saw Erzhu beating his mother."

Jiang Hanyan listened to the villagers talking and kept staring at Erzhu's mother. After entering the village, she could no longer see her, so she went into the house and asked Xie Yongzhi about Erzhu's mother.

"I live in the innermost part of the village, with mountains just outside my door. I have a stupid son and no wife. I am the poorest in the village."

"That silly son is not young anymore, right?"

"He should be quite big. He was already very tall when I was very young. His parents wouldn't let him go out and locked him in the house, saying he would beat people," said Xie Yongzhi.

Everyone else had finished their meal, and it was getting dark, so the rescue team prepared to search the area nearby because they found that the place where Xiaoqi disappeared was not far from the village, so they might find her there.

The group went to the back mountain and saw Erzhu's mother again. She was carrying a basket to the vegetable field to cut vegetables. She asked Xie Yongzhi, "What are you doing in the mountain now?"

"Go take a look around."

"Be careful, there are wolves in the mountains. I heard them howling last night."

"I'll be back soon. I won't go into the mountains."

Xie Yongzhi told everyone that there were wolves, and the rescue team hesitated. If there really were wolves, it would not be advisable to enter the mountains at this point. They could not ignore the safety of their team members in order to save people.

"Let me tell you a divination."

Jiang Hanyan cast a divination, and the divination showed that Xiaoqi was still alive, but her situation was more dangerous. What was even more strange was that the divination showed that Xiaoqi was very close.

"Xiao Qi is not far from us, no more than a mile away."

"Did he fall into a nearby cave?" The rescue team leader looked at the nearby terrain.

"There are indeed many caves on the mountain, and the entrances are covered with weeds, so you can't even notice them if you're not careful," said Xie Yongzhi.

"It's not a cave. I dreamed that Xiaoqi was in a room with dim light, but it was definitely not a cave." Xiaoqi's mother was very sure. She believed that the dream was a distress signal sent by her daughter and she was absolutely right.

"Is it possible that it is a larger cave?" the captain asked tactfully.

He felt that the cave was more likely to be the source, and that there must be a water source in the cave, as well as vegetation such as moss, which was why Xiaoqi could have been trapped for more than forty days and still be alive.

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Xiaoqi's mother was shaken and tried hard to recall the scene in her dream, but the memory was too vague.

"Let's go back and rest first. Xiaoqi is not in danger for the time being. We will go into the mountains to search after dawn tomorrow." Jiang Hanyan said.

The captain had no objection, as it was too dangerous in the mountains at night.

Although Xiaoqi's parents were extremely anxious, they did not want everyone to be in danger, so they followed everyone back.

When passing by Xie Erzhu's house, Jiang Hanyan couldn't help but take a few more glances. This house was the most dilapidated in the whole village, with only three low earthen brick houses, but the front and back yards were very large, and it was far away from the village.

"Xie Erzhu often howled in the middle of the night, so his family moved here to avoid disturbing the villagers," Xie Yongzhi explained.

"They don't have close ties with the villagers, do they?"

"We basically don't interact with each other and rarely visit each other, but we attend all weddings and funerals," Xie Yongzhi replied.

"Has anyone died in their family?"

Xie Yongzhi was stunned, thought for a moment, and said, "Xie Erzhu's grandparents died when I was a child, and they are buried behind his house."

"A normal death?"

Jiang Hanyan's questions became more and more strange. Xie Yongzhi felt a little uneasy, so he said, "I'll go back and ask my dad and grandma. They know better."

After returning home, Xie Yongzhi called Grandma Xie and asked how Xie Erzhu's grandparents died.

"He's been dead for more than ten years. Let me think about it. Erzhu's grandfather fell to his death. He was laying straw on the roof and fell down and died. It happened in the first half of the year. In the second half of the year, Erzhu's grandmother also passed away. Erzhu's mother said she died of an acute illness."

"The roof is not high, how could he have fallen to his death?" Xie Yongzhi was puzzled. Xie Erzhu's house was very low, not even three meters high, so he couldn't have fallen to his death, right? "It is said that he hit his head on the back. If the King of Hell takes a person, he will die even if he lies down. Why are you asking about his family's affairs?"

"Nothing, just asking."

Grandma Xie didn't think much about it and went to the kitchen to cook pig food. Father Xie went to find the village chief to arrange accommodation. His house couldn't accommodate so many people, so he had to find a few clean families.