The next morning, a bolt from the blue hit - Yuan Xiaobai was gone!

  At first, we thought she had just gone out somewhere. The things in the house hadnt been disturbed, and the bedding was still tidy, except that the quilt was slightly disheveled, as if it had been hastily thrown off when getting up.

  After an entire morning had passed, I started to get a bit anxious, circling around

  She lived in the room where Miao Lan used to live before she got married, and our rooms were separated by a living room. The Miao family had a courtyard, so it was bright every day. I once went to the toilet at dawn, and the gate of the courtyard was open, but I didnt pay attention to it. It wasnt until later that I found out that Mr. Miao had closed the gate before going to sleep last night.

  The big gate of the village is made of wood, with horizontal bars inside, and the surrounding wall is an earth wall, no more than two meters high. An adult can easily climb over it by stretching out a hand. Fatso climbed to the top of the wall, checked it out, and said to us: "Theres loose soil, it should be someone who climbed in and opened the door to get out."

  "One night, a stranger came in and took away a living person, how could we not know?" Zhang Wenbins temper suddenly burst out, because today was supposed to be the day of departure, so everyone slept very soundly last night, but with this unexpected event, how can they still leave?

  "Someones coming! Ill go inform them!" Miao Lao Die thought to broadcast, but was stopped by Cha Wen Bin who said: "No way, its said that many people have arrived, the villagers will really meet with them and even more trouble will arise."

  Old Miao slammed the bunch of keys in his hand to the ground and cursed, "Youre all ruthless killers, what are you doing here for no reason!"

  "Whats the point of catching Yuan Xiaobai? Shes just a little girl."

  "Theres a letter..." Miao Lan panted as she walked out of the room with her big belly, "Found on the bedside table, under the pillow..."

  The letter is a blank sheet of paper, the handwriting is sloppy but in order, it can be seen that the person who wrote it is educated. The letter says: Borrow from someone for one use, return within two days, dont look for me!

  "Still looking?" Fatso tore the paper and ran into the house, soon bringing out Old Miaos shotgun and shouting: "Lets go, Ill screw that son of a bitch! I dont believe in evil spirits!"

  Fatso, holding a gun, first entered the village office. The dark muzzle of the gun was pressed against Qian Wanguans forehead, scaring him so much that his legs were trembling. He covered his head with his hands and said repeatedly: "Young brother, lets talk this over, this thing might go off!"

  The muzzle poked forward, and with a loud crash, Qian Wanguan fell to the ground on his buttocks. The fat man roared: "Where is he?"

  "Who is it?"

  "Damn it, still pretending to be innocent!" The fatty grabbed the rifle sling and made a gesture as if he was about to pull the trigger, saying: "You repay kindness with ingratitude, whoever dares to mess with us will be sent to the afterlife today!"

  I saw that the fattys eyes were a bit red, and I wanted to stop him but it was too late. Fortunately, Cha Wenbin took a step forward and lifted his hand, "Bang" - the sound of the gun echoed, and a hole the size of a washbasin appeared in the ceiling...

  Zha Wenbin lowered the muzzle of his gun and glared fiercely at Qian Wanguan, saying: "If you dont speak up, I wont be able to save you either!"

  "I really dont know, I have no idea what youre talking about..."

  "Dont waste any more words on him, let me just shoot him!" The fat man took out the captured handgun from his waist again. Cha Wenbin asked: "We lost someone, a woman, who took her away, do you know?"

  "Is it a girl?" Qian Wanguo was stunned for a moment and then shook his head, "I have no idea, I got drunk as soon as I came back from your place last night."

  "Didnt you say there were several more waves of people?" Cha Wenbin asked, "Where are they all?"

  "I dont know."

  Fatso raised his shotgun and slammed it on the ground, saying: "Stop messing around, since youre leading the way, if you find anything, report back immediately!"

  "Thats an emergency situation, we have a way to get in touch..."

  "Whats wrong with you?"

  Outside, a black firework-like thing was placed on the empty ground. With a "whoosh" sound, only a burst of green smoke was seen, and the thing flashed with flames, shooting straight into the clouds. With a "pop" sound, a dazzling fireworks streaked across the sky, instantly dispersing in all directions...

  "Theyll find us once they see it."

  "How long?"

  "This is Kaohsiung Signal, whoever sees it will be the fastest."

  About half an hour later, two strange men came to the village, wearing camouflage uniforms. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village committee, they were pushed into the door by Fatzi with a gun on their backs.

  The people who came were indeed from the Qian family. Seeing Qian Wanguan covered in injuries, these two didnt flare up and instead remained calm, with a composed expression as if they had come prepared. They looked at him and said: "The boss said that you can take care of yourself after returning, were just here to inform you."

  Qian Wanguo said with a hint of fear: "The boss is here too?"

  Those two didnt even bother to respond, instead turning around to glance at the fatty and saying: "If you have something to say, then say it. Were very busy, we only came here to bring this trash back."

  "What if one of us gets lost?" asked Cha Wenbin, taking a step forward.

  Someone said: "Youre quite something, losing it and then going to look for it, whats that got to do with us?"

  "Alright, fatty get to work......" Zhang Wenbin turned around and walked out the door. I saw fatty flash a wicked grin at Qian Wanjun, then came the sound of the trigger being pulled "click".

  "Wait!" Cha Wenbin was stopped by this voice, and the man said: "Are you looking for a girl?"

  As expected, I grabbed the mans collar and shouted: "Where is she?"

  "Im not sure about the details, but this morning I heard from a fellow villager who was on watch that he saw someone bring a pretty girl, with a cloth stuffed in her mouth, heading towards Xishan. He guessed it might be one of your people."

  "Didnt you guys do it?"

  "No, there are many people coming back."

  Cha Wenbin walked back and squatted down to say: "I want to see your boss."

  The two of them exchanged a glance and nodded: "Alright, but there are rules. Its best not to bring any tools, lest things get out of hand!"

  Fatso kicked it over and said: "Its not your turn to set conditions, hurry up!"

  Xishan, is still Xishan, but this time Xishan is no longer the Xishan that nobody dares to step into easily. The current Xishan is bustling with people everywhere, and after passing through a few pieces of forest, there is an empty space, where a pile of yellow mud on the ground indicates that "construction" is underway here. Seven or eight guns were aimed at us in no time, and a man wearing a black Tang suit with an eight-character beard was sitting on a stone, holding a delicate purple sand teapot and sipping tea.

  Before we could speak, the Eight Trigrams Beard spoke up. He didnt even lift his head, merely playing with his purple clay teapot as he said, "Young people having a bit of temper is to be expected, but one should be like this tea - it cant be rushed, and if you rush it too much, youll end up scalding your mouth."

  "If you burn your mouth, youll let go of the pot, and it will naturally shatter. No matter how good the tea is, it needs a good pot and good water. Without the pot, theres no point in even mentioning the tea."

  "Haha." The man slapped his thigh and laughed as he stood up, saying: "Believe it or not, with just a flick of my fingers, all of you will be buried here today."

  Cha Wenbin was not flustered: "I still have your people."

  "Man?" The man smiled and said: "I never need people who fail. Failure means death, they understood that from the first day."

  "Ah," said Cha Wenbin, "people are not important, but peoples hearts cannot be bought. Youre the boss, and there are many people watching. You wont perform a tragic finale like killing the rabbit and boiling the dog."

  "Sorry, boss..." I heard Quan Wans voice was already choked with sobs: "It was they who saved me. Ah Da and Er are still at the foot of the mountain treating their wounds... we ran into trouble..."

  That eight-character beard didnt even bother to acknowledge Qian Wanguan, but instead poured a cup of water from the small teacup in front of him and handed it to Cha Wenbin: "I heard early this morning that theres a good seedling at the foot of the mountain, and today I see that you indeed have some charm. My name is Qian Mantang, two generations older than you, you can call me Uncle Qian."

  Zha Wenbin handed over the teacup but passed it into Qian Wanguans hands and said, "Drink it, and you will be spared from death."

  "Haha, this is interesting!" The old man with the eight-character beard clapped his hands happily and said: "The young generation is indeed formidable! To be able to remain so calm in such a situation, youre already much stronger than I was back then. Speak up, whats going on?"

  "We have a girl missing and someone left this letter." Zhang Wenbin gestured for me to hand over the letter.

  "That person took the letter and glanced at it, saying: I can assure you that I didnt take it away. You can leave now."

  "Of course I know," said Cha Wenbin, "but from the look in your eyes when you read the letter, I saw a flash of surprise. You must have known who it was."

  Qian Ye seemed somewhat displeased, his face changing as he said: "Youngster, being too clever isnt a good thing. Since this person has promised to send you back in two days, they will definitely do so. Just be patient and wait for two days."

  Cha Wenbin said fearlessly: "Then I must have it today!"

  "Its up to you now, dont toast without drinking or youll be punished with a drink!" As soon as he finished speaking, I saw those seven or eight long guns suddenly raised.

  "I can tell you, without me, you wont be able to get this done. Dont believe me? Ask him." With that, Cha Wenbin pulled out Qian Wanguan and said: "Tell your boss whats going on."

  "Boss..." He seemed afraid to speak out, but the fatty had already pressed his gun against his back and said coldly: "Tell the truth."

  "There are monsters... like zombies, many..."

  The other party heard it and frowned: "Zombie?"

  Qian Wanguan continued: "ADa let that thing be pierced, now still in a coma, I was also rescued by them, brothers basically all folded..."

  "Stop!" Qian Ye shouted, and the laborers on the cloud soil looked at him in unison. Qian Ye walked to the side of the mud pile, pinched a handful of it and sniffed it under his nose. In less than a mouthful of water, he slammed his purple sand pot to the ground with a "bang" and cursed: "Damn it! You think you can make me cannon fodder!"