Song He'er nodded: "Yes, we can take advantage of their weakness, drive them away, and take these supplies for ourselves. It would be a way to vent our anger for those suffering people."

Li Qiang's wife was a person who hated evil, and when she heard Song He'er say that, she was no longer so afraid, and her confidence actually increased a lot.

“Let’s all let our hair down. I can sing some ditties. My father used to work in a theatrical troupe… I’ll hum a few more spine-chilling tunes to scare them away!”

Song He'er smiled, smeared the black mud on her face, and jumped into the grass to catch a few fireflies.

The green glow of fireflies shone on the person's face, making him look disheveled and with long, flowing hair, truly resembling a vengeful ghost.

"Pfft... Third Aunt, what happened to your mouth?"

"persimmon!"

Zhang Xiue took a bite of a tomato she had brought from the boat, wiping the juice around her mouth. "What a pity, such a good persimmon, what a waste..."

"It's alright! That pirate's sack must be full of stuff. Once we get it, it'll be worth much more than this one persimmon!"

After saying that, the group slowly made their way toward the place where the pirates were hiding.

Li Qiang's wife chose a secluded spot, hid inside, and began to cry, mimicking the voice of a young woman...

Strange noises reached the ears of the pirates, and soon one of them stood up and looked around.

"Hey bro, did you hear that weird noise?"

"What are you babbling about? What kind of noise could there be in the middle of the night? Even if there is, it's just a wild mouse. Don't make a fuss over nothing. You're less brave than a chicken."

Upon hearing the reprimand, the man squatted down on the ground, looking dejected, and continued to wait.

Song He'er wasn't entirely confident either. If they were discovered by these thieves, they would surely die. To be on the safe side, Song He'er secretly took out a bow and arrows from her spatial storage and kept them nearby, just in case.