The clan chief was old, and when he suddenly heard the news, he almost fainted.
How dare they?
Their village is quite large, with about three hundred people, including more than one hundred refugees. They dare to come to their village, as if they are made of clay?
"Grandpa, they're starving, what wouldn't they do? We'd better hurry up and tell the others to get up, lest they get slaughtered in their dreams."
"It's also our fault. Jiang Bai went missing, and everyone had to help look for him. The village protection team worked even harder, which is why we couldn't find these refugees."
After exchanging a few words, the two went from house to house calling for people.
They moved quietly, afraid of being discovered by the refugees.
So, while the refugees waited for the villagers to fall into a deep sleep, the villagers got up one by one, picked up whatever weapons they could get their hands on, and gathered together.
Of course, neither the refugees nor the villagers knew that while they were waiting, a figure came from the direction of the county town.
The figure stopped just before reaching the stone bridge.
"One, two, three... one hundred and twenty-three."
Jiang Bai counted the breaths he felt on his fingers, his eyes growing colder and colder.
There was a faint, barely audible breath.
He's a master.
It's obvious that a group of people standing silently in the woods like this can't be up to anything.
Without much hesitation, Jiang Bai tiptoed, moving like a ghost, toward the group's location.
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