It wasn't until a pair of familiar shoes appeared in her field of vision that Feng Xiaoshi stopped. She was startled and looked up, ecstatic.

Feng Shu looked down at her, with his back to the light and no expression on his face.

"Sister Ninth, save me!"

Feng Xiaoshi stretched out her hand, and on her bloody fingertips, a group of tiny maggots were twisting their bodies, scrambling to get into her wound.

"ah!"

She shook her hands desperately.

Feng Shu lowered her head and looked at the headless corpses pressed under her. The belly of one of them was expanding at an alarming rate. When it was bumpy, the belly button suddenly burst open, and it was white and fat.

The maggots rolled down in groups and landed on the corpses below. Many of them even got into Feng Xiaoshi's clothes.

She only glanced at it and walked away.

"Sister Ninth, wait for me, wait for me!!"

Feng Xiaoshi rolled and crawled, crushing waves of maggots, and finally fell to her feet again.

Feng Shu was squatting, opening his eyelids and looking into the eyes of Feng Xiaoer and Feng Xiaoliu.

"Sister Ninth, please don't think about it, okay? Let's go back? The lady here is weird...I, I, I'm scared..."

Feng Xiaoshi reached out and wanted to hug Feng Shu's ankles.

"Want to die, huh?"

The tone was very light, but it was like ice, chilling people to the core.

For the first time, Feng Xiaoshi felt that Feng Shu's voice was as scary as her eyes. The bloody fingertips quickly retracted, and a lot of the maggots that were not shaken off also dropped out in panic.

Thousands of vultures seemed to have just found a backbone and flew towards them overwhelmingly.

Feng Xiaoshi was so frightened that she let out a series of screams. Just when the sharp beak was about to peck her head, she finally rolled her eyes and the sound suddenly stopped.

Feng Shu raised his eyes to look at the sky, his eyes cold.

Soon, their figures were all covered by vultures.

Feng Ping ejected and wanted to rush over to save others, but was stopped by Feng Chongguang.

"Uncle, don't stop me, I, my waiter..."

"It's okay, you have to believe Xiaojiu."

"I will die! Uncle, I beg you!"

"Fengping."

Fengjun pointed at Li Hongli, who was slumped in a ball, "Take care of people first. The waiter and the others are finished."

"Um?"

Fengping subconsciously looked at the screen in mid-air.

The image of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood has disappeared, replaced by a hillside filled with flowers.

Feng Shu stood expressionless, his eyes following the colorful flowers swaying in the wind.

The remaining four people were still unconscious, and even their clothes were stained with blood, especially Feng Xiaoshi. A bunch of maggots the size of fists were attacking her clothes, and they were determined to get into her stomach.

"I told you to trust Xiaojiu. She is much smarter than we thought. Although the scene is a bit unexpected, the solution is quick enough."

Feng Chongguang seemed to be very satisfied with Feng Shu's performance, and then changed the topic, "Xiao Shi should pay more attention to it. She doesn't have the ability or character to match her. She has always been very obedient and has a sweet mouth. I thought she was an obedient person, but now I see

Come on, I made a mistake."

Feng Yu frowned, "What are you talking about? Don't you have a door on your mouth? Do you want me to sew it up for you? They are still young. It is normal for them to be scared when they see such a scene for the first time. When you go to the battlefield for the first time,

Aren’t you too scared to move?”

"How can they be compared? I was not frightened so much that I pissed myself and shamed the Feng family. I was not so stimulated that I fainted as soon as I closed my eyes and became a burden to my companions. I did not subconsciously want to leave my companions and run away because of fear."

Feng Chongguang was extremely unhappy with Feng Xiaoshi's previous performance, and his disappointment was palpable.

"You are too harsh, they are still children."

"I was already on the battlefield when I was twenty! Dad, even if they are girls, they are already adults!"

Feng Yu was silent.

There are no boys in the youngest generation of their family, so women have to become stronger. To be strong, you have to go through cruel training, otherwise, even if you are a jade in the rough, you will never be able to achieve success.

Compared with Feng Yi and Feng Xiaoqi, the lives of these girls are indeed too easy.

Zhuge Wanqiu chuckled, "Your son really does look like you. His brows are so furrowed that he could pinch Feiyun to death."

Feiyun is a small insect in the Zerg tribe. It can fly and look like mist. It always appears in groups. When it eats, it looks like clouds rolling and relaxing. It looks very beautiful from a distance.

Feng Jun was looking at Feng Shu with frowning eyebrows. At this moment, the expressions of father and son were exactly the same.

"I think the person who needs special attention is Xiaojiu. She is too violent."

"Young people should be a little bit sharp. Xiaojiu is not a frivolous person. He can be steady. Grandpa doesn't have to worry."

Feng Chongguang looked at Feng Shu, and his brows furrowed.

The hillside full of flowers in the picture begins to cycle through the four seasons, from spring to summer, from summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, and from winter to spring. The climate changes one by one. Sometimes it is bright in spring, sometimes it is windy and rainy, sometimes it is crisp in autumn, and sometimes it is snowing heavily.

Flowers faded, flowers bloomed, grass grew and withered, everything revived, and finally died. She stood there, her eyes blurred, but the clothes on her body were constantly changing with the seasons.

"Should I wake them up?"

Fengping hugged his wife, worried.

"Grandpa, have you noticed that Xiaojiu's clothes have changed? They are completely from ancient times. I remember reading an ancient book, which was dedicated to ancient clothes. She seems to be wearing clothes from Chinese culture."

"Only discovered now? Have you forgotten the pile of corpses that appeared before? The clothes on the corpses are very old."

Feng Yu had a headache. After beating his son, he said with emotion, "Dad, this child's experience may be a bit strange. If the memory cannot be recovered, we have to be more careful."

"Um."

Fengjun still frowned and asked his wife in an uncertain tone, "It seems like Chinese clothes?"

He never liked history classes, and he didn't pay much attention to even the history of wars, let alone things like dressing up, so he was completely confused at the moment.

Zhuge Wanqiu was not entirely sure either.

"It should be clothes from the Chinese region. Xiaojiu is also a lover of ancient culture? I remember that Yue Qing had a very strong interest in ancient Chinese culture."

"Yueqing is indeed a fan, Xiaojiu doesn't know."

"So why didn't you listen to my advice in the first place? If you had arranged for someone to be around them earlier, they would not have ended up in this situation. People who have died have lost their memory, and those who have survived have lost their memory. What evil do you think you have done?

"

Fengjun smiled bitterly, not daring to refute his wife's words at all.

He had indeed committed an evil act. If he had arranged for secret guards to accompany him, Yue Qing might not have died. To be honest, if he didn't believe in the so-called tradition and didn't send the mother and daughter away, Feng Shu might not be where he is today.
Chapter completed!