Lin Jinyue was completely unaware of this and had already set up camp.

They weren't entirely unprepared for coming here.

Lin Jinyue prepared some weapons for them to defend themselves, so they wouldn't have to worry too much in an emergency.

*

On the other side, there is Langya Village, hidden deep in the mountains and forests.

Inside the lobby, the leading man sat imposingly in a chair, which was padded with a tiger skin.

The bandit leader had a full beard, a face full of fleshy muscles, a scar at the corner of his eye, and a fierce glint in his eyes.

Lin Youliang's legs almost went weak with fear.

That's right, it was the Lin Youliang family who had fled back then.

After some hesitation, they finally decided to come to Lingnan.

They begged their way to make a living, and after many twists and turns, they arrived in Lingnan. They originally thought that if they worked peacefully, they could at least survive. Who knew that they would hear that their third son was still alive and doing quite well.

Lin Youliang then decided to rely on their family.

He saw the wanted posters for Lin Shucheng's family along the way, pondered for a long time, and finally hesitated to go looking for them. When he turned back, he got lost and ended up in the mountains where he was caught.

The bandit leader stared at Lin Youliang's family, looked them up and down, and then burst into laughter, almost laughing himself to death.

"You're saying you're going to make a deal with me? Your son's family has a combined bounty of 20,000 taels of silver? And you want to help us catch him? Hahahaha, are you still dreaming?"

"How could Lin Shucheng be the son of a country bumpkin like you?"

The knife in the bandit leader's hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Lin Youliang shivered, and a moment later, a foul, fishy smell wafted over—he had wet himself in fear!