Gu Qiaoqiao looked at the peach tree branch that had been sawed off and then tied up, and the hand holding her bag trembled slightly.
Oh my God!
She almost ended up like that man, tied to a wooden pole and burned alive.
Thankfully, she hadn't taken out the box Zhang Yi gave her. If the people here knew she had even brought a box to hold the peach tree branch, who knows how crazily they would react?
Gu Qiaoqiao muttered to herself: Uncle Zhang, oh Uncle Zhang, you almost got me into trouble.
Gu Qiaoqiao took a step back, and the man suddenly lifted his head. Looking at Gu Qiaoqiao, he rasped, "I was tricked into coming here too. They said if I could take a peach tree branch from here, they would give me the herbal remedy I needed."
As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, staring blankly at Gu Qiaoqiao. His eyes widened as he fixed them on Gu Qiaoqiao, filled with confusion and puzzlement.
