Chapter 179 is about new grudges, not old ones.

Upon hearing the village chief's question, Ningbao glanced across the street.

"It's malicious! And very strong! It feels like we've dug up each other's ancestral graves."

village head:"…………"

Do you have a grudge?

"Ningbao, are you saying that the other party has a grudge against us?"

Ning Bao nodded.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

"We have a grudge! Village Chief, tell me, haven't we beaten them before?"

Before the village chief could answer, Ning Bao started counting on his fingers.

“When Ningbao met you, you had just left the village and hadn’t made any enemies yet.”

I know all about your background... oh, no... I should say I know everything that happened along the way.

Our own little squabbles are nothing, and we haven't really had many fights with other people. The most serious incident was when we were surrounded by dozens of people before entering the forest, and we wiped them all out..."

Ningbao made a beheading gesture.

"Although we dealt with everyone that time, it seems we didn't catch their leader?"

The village chief shook his head.

"No, during the initial questioning, we learned that those people were organized by someone else, and the leaders were not caught."

Ning Bao frowned.

"Yes, we didn't catch the main people. Later, we encountered three bandit brothers in the forest. But apart from the third bandit brother who escaped, who was blind and lame, the rest were all dealt with."

And then there were those people who surrounded us yesterday…”

The village chief thought for a moment,

"Ningbao, do you think this hatred comes from which group of people?"

Ning Bao glanced in a certain direction.

"It doesn't seem like an old grudge; it's more like a new one."

The village chief paused for a moment. There were quite a few refugees yesterday, and they might not have been able to escape without Ning Bao and the ghost in the shadows helping them.

If they gather more people today, then it will not be a tough battle for Shanglin Village, but a fight to the death!

"Ningbao, do you think it's too late for us to leave now?"

"Of course we'll make it in time." Ning Bao looked at the village chief seriously.

"Village Chief, as long as we don't spend the night here or on the main road, we'll make it in time."

These people only know how to gather in groups. Since we outnumber them, the only way they can deal with us is by organizing those refugees.

Those refugees aren't so easy to manage either; if we leave the official road, not many people will be willing to risk their lives with them.

"Alright! Let's set off right away!"

Half an hour later, the villagers of Shanglin Village hurriedly packed up their belongings and left the camp...

Beside the official road, a man with an arm injury looked at several other equally injured men opposite him.

"So, how many people did you gather?"

"Brother, you know what, although this group of people has only been on the official road for two days, there are quite a few people who want to take them down."

I simply announced it on the main road, and people started coming to me. So far, I have over two hundred people here.

The leader of the migrants glanced at his injured arm.

"Second brother, two hundred people is too few. We need at least a thousand. There's no shortage of people around here."

Most of them are starving and seeing stars, but do those people look like they're short of food?

Although they dressed themselves like refugees, their eyes and demeanor clearly showed they hadn't been starving for a long time.

A thin man standing nearby responded.

"Brother is right. I watched them from a distance for a long time today. They were all very relaxed. They didn't seem to be fleeing from disaster, but rather like they were having a trip."

The children in their camp were all innocent and carefree. Some were learning to read, many were practicing kung fu, and there were even little girls.

The women and the elderly were also busy; the women were washing and mending clothes in groups of three or five. Unlike the old women in our family, many of whom have starved to death since they left home.

Even if they didn't starve to death, they were all covered in dirt and had lifeless eyes; they had no interest in washing or mending clothes.

"Brother, I've discovered that we're not the only ones watching them; several other groups are observing their movements."

The leader of the refugees pondered for a moment,

"Second brother, try to build relationships with the groups that are eyeing them. Ideally, we could form an alliance."

If they disagree, you should tell the others about the trouble we suffered at their hands the day before yesterday.

I wonder if these people will leave today?

If they don't leave, we should keep them all here tonight; otherwise, things might get complicated.

"Brother, I think even if they leave, they'll head south along the main road."

As long as they don't go into the mountains, we'll always find a way..."

Suddenly, a person came running from a distance.

"Boss, something terrible has happened! Those people have gone into the mountains!"