Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Yan Bugui, like a thieving rat, tiptoed across the threshold of the moon gate.

He was completely dumbfounded as soon as he poked his head into the backyard.

His gold-rimmed glasses slid down his nose, but he didn't bother to fix them.

His chin almost hit his chest, and his mouth was so wide open it could fit a large steamed bun.

"My dear mother and great-aunt..."

Yan Bugui rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Is this still the same backyard piled high with scrap metal, turning into a desolate graveyard in winter?!

All that could be seen was the former wasteland in the northeast corner.

I don't know when, but a bamboo fence up to my waist was built around it.

Inside the fence, it's like a fairyland created by a celestial being descending to earth!

In the dead of winter, with heavy snow falling, this area seemed to be isolated by some mysterious force.

Not a single snowflake could fall in; instead, it exuded vibrant life.

The goji berry tree, taller than a person, had bright red berries that shimmered like rubies.

The angelica root with its faint blue glow, and the ginseng leaves in the corner that clearly look quite old.

Everything was stimulating Yan Bugui's calculating nerves.

But what attracted his attention the most was...

Still on the edge of the fence, a few strange flowers were in full bloom, radiating a rainbow of colors.

The petals were crystal clear and had a wonderful fragrance.

The wonderful scent that made him feel lightheaded just now was emanating from these flowers!

"If we cut this off and sold it at the Pigeon Market or Liulichang..."

Yan Bugui's abacus beads were clicking away in his mind.

"These rare and exquisite flowers and herbs are so beautiful that even high-ranking officials and wealthy remnants of the old regime would fight tooth and nail to get their hands on them!"

"Selling a single flower for ten or eight yuan is a steal! It might fetch an astronomical price!"

Greed, like a wolf that had been starving for half a month, instantly devoured Yan Bugui's reason.

He forgot Zhang Huaimin's strangeness, and forgot all the terrifying legends about the east wing in this courtyard.

At this moment, all he could see was this "gold mine" that could be exchanged for money.

"I'm going to be rich! I'm going to be rich! I, Yan Laoxi, am finally going to make a fortune!"

Yan Bugui swallowed hard, his whole body trembling with excitement.

He looked left and right.

In the early morning, apart from the occasional cough, there wasn't a soul in the courtyard.

Xu Damao's dilapidated woodshed was sealed off, and the old deaf woman's room was deathly still.

This is a golden opportunity!

Yan Bugui, feeling guilty, shrank back.

He tiptoed and ran all the way back to his own house in the front yard.

He rummaged through drawers and cabinets and found a large pair of scissors that he usually used to trim flower branches.

He then grabbed a tattered cloth bag.

Then, he acted like a notorious thief preparing to pull off a big heist.

Like a thief, they sneaked into the backyard again.

Standing in front of the bamboo fence, Yan Bugui's heart pounded with excitement.

The fence wasn't very high; with his old bones, he could easily climb over it with a little effort.

"God help me, once I sell these flowers, I'll live a life of luxury for the rest of my days!"

Yan Bugui silently prayed in his heart.

He tucked the cloth bag into his belt and held the scissors in one hand.

Then, clumsily lifting one leg, he laboriously stepped over the bamboo fence.

The moment he landed, Yan Bugui could even feel the incredible warmth of the soil beneath his feet.

He didn't have time to marvel; his eyes were fixed on the nearest seven-colored flower.

The flowers were so beautiful and their fragrance made him take a deep breath.

"Sweetie, come with me!"

Yan Bugui grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He reached out his left hand, trembling, trying to grasp the delicate stem of the flower.

The scissors in his right hand had already been sharpened.

Just a fraction of a second before his fingers were about to touch the flower stem!

A sudden change has occurred!

Originally, a clump of green vines quietly clung to the bottom of the bamboo fence, looking lifeless.

Suddenly!

Like a venomous snake that has been provoked, it suddenly comes to life!

"Whoosh—!"

A chilling whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

The vines moved incredibly fast, leaving a green afterimage in mid-air!

Before Yan Bugui could even react to what had happened...

A crisp "snap!" sounded.

A mutated thorny vine, as thick as an infant's arm, had already wrapped tightly around his outstretched left wrist like lightning!

"Ouch!"

Yan Bugui let out a gasp.

He instinctively tried to pull his hand back.

but.

The strength of these vines is astonishing, almost like a steel cable made of pure steel.

Not only was it not moved by him at all.

instead.

The vines were covered with countless sharp, needle-like barbs.

With a "whoosh," it pierced right through his tattered cotton overcoat.

It pierced deep into the flesh of his wrist!

"Ouch—! That hurts so much!"

Yan Bugui's face contorted in pain as he let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The scissors in his right hand clattered to the ground.

However, this was only the beginning of a nightmare.

This herb garden was created by Zhang Huaimin using "advanced molecular plant growth activator".

It's not just for ornamental purposes or medicinal use.

During the process of genetic mutation, they have developed an extremely abnormal biological defense mechanism!

After the first vine entangled him.

Followed by.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The vines under the fence seemed to have erupted into chaos.

More than a dozen thick, mutated thorns, like the tentacles of an octopus, shot out wildly from all directions!

In the blink of an eye.

They then removed Yan Bugui's legs, waist, and other arm.

It wrapped tightly and tightly, circle after circle!

"Help! There's a monster! The vines are eating people!"

Yan Bugui was so frightened that he felt a warm sensation in his crotch and wet himself.

He struggled desperately, like a flying insect caught in a spider's web.

But the more he struggled...

The thorny vines then tightened their grip even more.

The barbs dug deep into his flesh, causing him to cry and snot stream down his face, his screams growing louder and louder.

But this is not over yet!

It was as if they were annoyed by the flower thief's noise.

One of the thickest main vines.

Suddenly lift it upwards!

"Whoosh—!"

Yan Bugui's thin and bony body.

It's like a rag doll being casually tossed around by a giant.

It drew an arc in mid-air.

then.

In an extremely comical, upside-down position.

He was forcibly suspended upside down in mid-air!

It's more than two meters off the ground!

"Oh, my back! My legs!"

Yan Bugui was hanging upside down, and his brain instantly became congested with blood, swelling up like a purplish-red balloon.

The temple of his gold-rimmed glasses had long since broken off, and the lenses were scattered all over the floor.

His hands and legs were tightly bound.

He looked like a dried-out ham.

It swayed comically back and forth in the cold morning wind.

"Help! Someone please save me! I promise I'll never steal again..."

Yan Bugui cried out in despair, his voice trembling with sobs.

But who would come to this desolate backyard so early in the morning?

Even if someone heard it, who would dare to provoke this eerie east wing?

Just as Yan Bugui felt his head was about to explode from blood rushing to his head and he was about to faint.

"Squeak—"

The small door leading from the front yard to the middle yard was gently pushed open.

A series of leisurely, slightly playful footsteps.

They walked slowly and deliberately towards the backyard.

Yan Bugui struggled to open his eyes, which were swollen shut by blood.

In an upside-down view.

A five-year-old boy, dressed in a brand-new blue cotton-padded jacket, with delicate and beautiful features.

He was walking with a light step, like a little king inspecting his own territory.

They strolled leisurely into the backyard.

In Zhang Huaimin's chubby, fair little hands.

He was even carrying a small leather whip made of willow branches that he had found somewhere.