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

A Bao looked into the distance, his mind becoming increasingly heavy.

Faced with this group of strangers who had barged in without warning, the villagers were so calm and numb, as if they had already gotten used to it.

Immediately afterwards, the villagers scattered, some carrying wooden buckets, some holding brooms and dustpans, and piled the bones next to the wall at the entrance of the village, and then drew well water to wash away the bloodstains on the ground.

Until last night's bloody hunt and brutal slaughter, no trace remained.

The villagers returned to their homes and closed their doors.

After a busy while, the entire island fishing village finally fell silent.

Only the sound of wind and waves remained, which was exceptionally clear.

Next came the middle-aged woman clutching a shell bracelet, her crying voice gradually fading away.

The thought of this mother who lost her daughter, being left alone.

Thinking of this, A Bao tugged at the sleeve of his black robe and said, "Uncle."

Xuanyuan Fengran understood, put one hand around his waist, and helped his little girl land steadily from the roof.

However, when Abao silently walked up to the middle-aged woman and squatted down, he saw the sadness and despair in the mother's eyes.

At this moment, she thought.

The consolations she had considered for a long time were actually pale and powerless.

After another long silence, A Bao held out the handkerchief from his sleeve and said, "This shell bracelet is really beautiful. Let's wipe it clean and put it away, okay?"

The middle-aged woman stroked the shell bracelet, tears streaming down her face. "My daughter loves these sparkling little things the most. When the tide recedes, she is like a cheerful little bird, picking up shells one by one and stringing them into a chain."

"My daughter is only four years old."

"I shouldn't have given birth to her. I shouldn't have brought her into this world."

The mother who lost her child shed tears silently on the shell bracelet.

A Bao continued to hand over the handkerchief, his heart tightening.

In the sticky scarlet sea fog, the waves beat against the rocks on the island shore.

The quiet sadness surges over me.

Just when Abao thought the middle-aged woman was rejecting her kindness, the handkerchief was taken away.

She silently watched the bloodstains on the shell bracelet, which were wiped clean bit by bit by the handkerchief and the mother's tears, and then carefully held in the mother's palm as if it were a priceless treasure.

He lowered his head sadly, and the tears that Abao had been holding back for a long time suddenly rolled down his eyes.

It hit the back of my hand right away, burning me like a thousand pounds.

At this moment, someone squatted down beside her.

His large hands grasped the back of her neck, caressing it gently.

He clearly didn't say a word, but she knew it was the black-robed imperial uncle.

The one who had always been with her and protected her the whole night was her uncle Feng Ran.

I took a deep breath, but was instantly filled with the sticky, bloody smell.

Po blinked hard, continuing to hold back his tears, then raised his eyes.

Although the man was tired, he still looked at her tenderly.

Po almost burst into tears.

However, she did not notice that the middle-aged woman was staring at the red bead and golden knife on her waist while tightly clenching the shell bracelet. Her original gratitude towards her had been replaced by hatred.

But when he spoke, this hatred was hidden very well.

"Where is the girl from? Was she also captured by them?"

"They?" Po frowned.

The middle-aged lady nodded and said, "They are the pirates who often rob merchant ships traveling to and from Chuyue Sea, and then bring the merchants on the ships to this island to honor the Sea King."

Upon hearing this explanation, Abao sighed.

This Mengjia Village and the Chuyue pirates are indeed closely connected.

No wonder Hai Xi was able to bring her into the island.

But on second thought, Abao felt that Haixi hated everything about this island.

Otherwise, how could an island be called hell?

Thinking that he had no definite evidence in his hands and it would be a waste of time to rashly interrogate the current pirate leader of Sheqiu Island, Abao decided to sit back and do nothing.

But Xie Wuai was impatient and spoke quickly, questioning Hai Xi, "It was you who brought my sister! And us to this damn island! You must know how to leave!"

Hai Xi's expression was very calm: "I can't get out."

A Bao said coldly: "Impossible."

Although the ferry where Hai Xi brought her to the island was already deserted and there were no boats.

But this island is home to countless strange living dead and snakes that feed on human flesh, and it is simply not self-sufficient.

The terrifying monster fish she encountered in the sea are examples.

If you want to feed the entire island, you can only buy food and vegetables from outside.

Even the evildoer who hides behind the scenes and controls this island needs to transport cinnabar and medicinal materials from outside to make poison.

A Bao was certain that there was more than one ferry crossing on this island.

Sure enough, the middle-aged woman suddenly said, "There is a boat. But the boat is on the other side of the island. We have to cross the entire island forest. When we reach the ferry, we need a warrant from the village chief before we can sail."

Hearing this, Abao raised his eyes, looked beyond the stage, and into the distance.

The red fog blocked the morning sunlight, and the dense forest on the island remained dark.

There is no need to explore to know that the Dark Forest is fraught with danger.

A Bao decided to stay for a while to find out the situation in Mengjia Village.

Also, find the missing Meng Guanjing.