After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Lan Mi instantly understood what Pei Guichen meant.

She couldn't kill Xuanyuan Fengran, so she couldn't kill Xuanyuan Abao either.

There was another long silence, and Lan Mi sneered.

"I will definitely kill her, just wait and see."

The clouds are dark, thunder is loud, and the night is long.

I don't know how long it was after, but when the first ray of morning light shone through the sky, these living dead rushed back to the dark old forest one after another like the receding tide.

But as the sun came out, the scarlet sea fog that should have dissipated became thicker.

It was like a layer of gauze covering the island.

Wet and sticky.

Xuanyuan Fengran jumped onto the roof, holding a bloody sword, and walked towards Abao.

A Bao didn't care about anything else and hugged him tightly.

Hai Xi watched this scene silently, with complex thoughts flashing in his despotic eyes.

Until the last figure of the undead disappeared at the end of the forest, Po thought that the fright she had received from this island would finally come to an end.

"Royal sister, what should we do with all the broken arms and limbs on the ground?"

Xie Wuai's doubt reminded her.

A Bao looked back and forth at the broken limbs and bloodstains on the ground. If no one cleaned it up, what they would see when they arrived on the island would be layers of old corpses and new debris.

However, this island village clearly shows that—

Before the tide of the undead, there were normal living people living and working in the village.

Thinking of this, A Bao overturned his original guess.

Perhaps not all the villagers of Mengjia Village turned into the living dead that she saw.

She recalled that although she was shrouded in the shadow of a strange disease, in the memories of her hometown that Meng Guanjing had mentioned to her, there was a smiling neighbor girl in the village, Zhu Rourong who made delicious meat buns, and a cute little sister with a round face...

But the group of zombies just now had been rotting for many years.

How could it be that these were the villagers from his hometown whom Meng Guanjing wanted to save so much?

In a trance, she was brought back to her senses by Xie Wuai's exclamation.

The soil was churning, and dense swarms of snakes emerged, twisting their bodies and quickly scattering.

The ground was covered with body parts, like a snake's food carnival.

It all happened extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a tide of snakes swept past and disappeared back into the ground, while the broken limbs turned into a pile of white bones.

Xie Wuai felt a chill running down his spine.

The heat had not yet dissipated, and the broken arms and limbs would rot and stink after being left for a few hours.

Why not just use it to feed the snakes?

The boy taunted: "The murderer is quite good at making multiple uses of one thing."

A Bao who felt the same: "..."

At this moment, there was a loud bang!!

A Bao looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that there was an iron door under the stage.

The loud noise like thunder was the door being opened.

Immediately afterwards, one by one, the villagers came out from behind the door.

The villagers who survived that night saw the dead bodies and body parts all over the ground, as if they had already become numb to this bloody and tragic scene that was like hell on earth.

Even more like a zombie than the living dead.

There was only a middle-aged woman, looking around for something.

After a while, she saw a broken arm bone and her face suddenly turned pale.

Touching the shell bracelet hanging between the wrist bones of the broken limb.

After a long silence, the middle-aged woman burst into tears.

"My dear, my dear, my dear..."

A Bao's heart was instantly tightened by this howl.

She looked coldly at the pirate beside her.

Since this Mr. Xi could bring her through that sea area with complicated currents and come to this island, he must know what exactly happened in Mengjia Village on this island!

A Bao said coldly: "How much does Master Xi know?"

Hai Xi's mood was unpredictable, and he asked back, "Your Highness, are you serious? Do you want to know?"

Ah Bao's expression turned cold, "Eighteen levels of hell, if Master Xi wants to scare me, how can it be enough to see only one level of purgatory? You have to go through all eighteen levels of hell."

Hearing this, Hai Xi glanced at Xuanyuan Fengran.

The black-robed king holding the bloody silver sword did not intend to stop it.

He just stood behind Abao silently.

Like an iron statue, cold, sharp, and alert.

Always ready to eliminate any danger that might harm his little girl.

This silent protection made Hai Xi recall what happened three years ago.

In fact, Xuanyuan Fengran was the same when they looked at each other.

Po facing cruelty was exactly what he didn't want to see.

What's more, they haven't seen each other for three years. He doesn't know how many dirty, sordid and cruel truths Hai Xi has secretly discovered in these three years.

But he knew that his little girl was very smart and brave.

So he shouldn't and couldn't stop her.

Then, it was Hai Xi who broke the silence by withdrawing his gaze.

The pirate in a black robe and green collar stroked the iron rod in his hand that was stained with minced meat and blood.

"Every year on July 20th, there will be a sacrifice in Mengjia Village."

"Sacrifice, the legendary Sea King."

"If there is a sacrifice, there must be an offering."

"In Mengjia Village on this island, every villager has a unique number. Every year during the Sea King sacrifice, the old village chief will draw lots from all the numbers and pick out 99 villagers as sacrifices to the Sea King. The unselected villagers will enter the basement of the stage."

Hearing this, a strange scene popped up in Abao's mind.

But Xie Wuai said it first.

"Royal sister, is it like the little white geese we raised when we were kids?"

A Bao nodded silently, it really looked like it.

This small island isolated in the sea is like a birdhouse where she raises her little white geese.

The villagers living in the village houses are the little white geese that are being raised.

Little white goose, one day you will be eaten.