Ye Wenxue glanced at the disheveled bandits: "I'm fine, but your stronghold was burned down too?"

The bald man got angry when he talked about this, and muttered a few curses: "The fire started in our mountain village, and it almost killed me!"

"How did the fire start out of nowhere?" Ye Wenxue even suspected that the person defeated by the bald man was dissatisfied and secretly set the mountain on fire.

This bald man had quite a bit to say, gesturing wildly as he spoke:

"Brother Ye, you don't know, a clap of thunder on a clear day hit right on the outhouse in the mountain village. The roof of the outhouse was full of thatch, and it caught fire with a 'whoosh'."

"I spent a lot of effort to put out the fire in the mountain village, but I didn't expect that some small sparks would fall into the grass piles down the mountain. After such a long drought, the weeds were very easy to ignite, and that's how the wildfire started."

He led all the brothers in the mountain stronghold to fight the fire for two whole days, but they couldn't put it out. They had no choice but to give up and brought people to check on Ye Wenxue's safety, fearing that something might have happened to Ye Wenxue and that his elder brother would kill him when he returned.

Ye Wenxue narrowed her eyes: "Outhouse?"

The bald man raised his hand to touch his smooth head and mumbled, "Yeah, it was... the one you asked me to deal with, it almost suffocated me."

Where are they?

"It's all burned, not even ashes are left."

Ye Wenxue pondered for a moment: "Go back and clean up the mountain stronghold, and don't start another wildfire."

The bald man nodded dejectedly, cursing as he left, "What the worst luck I've ever had! So unlucky!"

Ye Wenxue glanced at the charred remains on the ground, then turned back to the valley to lead the children to collect the meat.