"If you can help me get revenge, I am willing to be your knife and your sword." He said angrily.

"What's your name? You said 'villager', which village are you from?" Su Xiaoluo asked again.

It turns out that there lived such a generation on this mountain. Regardless of national borders, they all escaped from war and famine. Later, a young man and woman fell in love, and national borders were no longer important to them.

There are not even more than a hundred people in this village.

But a few days ago, a group of people came and forcibly occupied their land, turning all the villagers into slaves.

Provide them with food, drink and women.

If they disobeyed, they would be beaten or scolded, and some even lost their lives.

Aqiang, the village chief, originally had supreme power in the village, but with the arrival of that group of people, his good fortune also came to an end.

He risked his life for the chief to save his family. But he never expected that when he came back from hunting desperately outside, he saw his fiancée, A-Qing, in the chief's bed.

He looked at the two people on the bed and became furious. But he still had his mother, so he couldn't lose his temper.

Ah Qing said she was forced.

He has been looking for an opportunity to assassinate the leader. He found Ah Qing, told her his plan, and asked her to wait until he became an adult.

Unexpectedly, the plan failed, and the leader killed his brothers one after another, including his mother.

He desperately ran away, found Ah Qing and asked her to go with him, but Ah Qing stabbed him with a dagger.

"Chief, Aqiang is here." Aqing shouted loudly.

A Qiang couldn't believe it, but he didn't dare to stay any longer. He stumbled and fled to this cave, but the wound was too deep and he eventually died here.

"Okay, I promise you." Su Xiaoluo agreed. After all, this man was familiar with the terrain and knew the group of people. "Is there anyone in that group who knows witchcraft?"

"You mean the old wizard? He's Grandpa Aqing! His grandfather is the witch doctor in our village. Whenever we have a headache or a fever, we go to him for treatment. He knows some witchcraft, and then somehow he became so powerful." Aqiang said.

"Do they have weapons?" Fu Shaoting asked.

A Qiang glanced at him and didn't answer, just looked at Su Xiaoluo.

Su Xiaoluo shrugged and asked again, and Ah Qiang finally spoke: "There are weapons. When I was working there, I heard that they were planning to transport a batch of weapons back. I don't know exactly how many there are."

"Okay, then you lead the way for us later," said Su Xiaoluo.

"I can't leave here." Aqiang said painfully. He had tried before, but as long as he went to this cave, he would be in pain.

"You've been cursed, so of course you can't do that." Su Xiaoluo said, "I'll help you break the curse and everything will be fine."

"Curse?" A Qiang looked gloomy and smiled sadly, "I didn't expect they would hate me so much."

Su Xiaoluo took a piece of yellow paper and cut it into the shape of a Minion. She took a pen and asked, "Give me your birthday card."

Aqiang was a little hesitant.

Su Xiaoluo frowned and said, "You're already dead, why are you afraid to give me a birthday card? Let it go. At least before you are still of value, there is no need for me to do anything to you."

Perhaps because he had been betrayed by his closest relatives, Aqiang was more cautious. He hesitated and gave Su Xiaoluo his birthday card.

Su Xiaoluo wrote his birthday on the Minion, muttered something, and made some hand gestures, and a golden lotus appeared on it.

She clapped her hands and said, "Okay."

"Okay?" A Qiang was puzzled.

"Yes, I can't break this curse, so I found a substitute for you." Su Xiaoluo said with a smile. She then took out another piece of yellow paper and put Aqiang's soul into it.

"Let's go!" Su Xiaoluo said to Fu Shaoting.

On the way, the two of them counted the food in the space symbol, which was enough for them to last for a week. However, it was inevitable that people would feel strange if they just took it out without thinking.

We also have to find another way to get food.

"Aqiang said there is a river nearby and there will be fish and shrimps in the river." Su Xiaoluo said.

"Let's go check out the situation first, and when we come back we'll get some more if conditions permit." Fu Shaoting said as he weaved leaves into camouflage clothing.

"Xiaojiu, go find some mud."

"What do you need mud for?" Su Xiaoluo asked curiously.

"You're too white to put it on your face." Fu Shaoting glanced at her. Her skin was white and smooth, and it would reflect the sun when it came.

Too white?

Su Xiaoluo touched his little face and found some mud as he instructed.

"How do we do this?" Su Xiaoluo asked.

Fu Shaoting stopped what he was doing and stirred the mud on the ground with water.

Su Xiaoluo squatted there obediently, grinned at him, and showed his cute little bunny face: "You come and wipe it for me."

Fu Shaoting stared at her pale face, feeling a little unsure of where to start. It was like destroying a work of art, and he felt deeply guilty.

"Hurry up! It will be dark soon!" Su Xiaoluo urged with his eyes closed.

Fu Shaoting smeared mud on his fingers and rubbed it gently. The soft touch made his hands tremble. His Adam's apple moved slightly, his brows wrinkled in annoyance, and then he quickly applied a few times.

The fair and tender little face instantly turned into a mud egg.

"You didn't paint my face all over!" Su Xiaoluo frowned. Why did she feel like her face was covered with paint?

"It's safer this way." Fu Shaoting turned his eyes away, feeling a little disappointed.

"Then I'll apply it for you, too." Su Xiaoluo put her white and tender little hands in the mud, smeared them all over her hands, and then applied them randomly on Fu Shaoting's face.

The handsome face, covered with mud, had an indescribable feeling. Su Xiaoluo held back his smile and said, "Well, now when others see you, they will definitely say that you are a tough guy."

Fu Shaoting and Su Xiaoluo belong to the same type of people, whose skin is not easily tanned. Fu Shaoting once worked at a high altitude and was exposed to the sun, and his skin became dark on the spot. But not long after, his skin shed the dead skin and became white again.

He frowned and asked, "Do you like it darker?"

Su Xiaolu nodded and said, "I have had poor health since I was young, and my skin is very white. I heard that wheat-colored skin is healthy. I even went to the wheat field to bask in the sun for a whole day, and it made me dizzy. In the end, I still couldn't get a tan."

"Silly girl." Fu Shaoting raised his lips slightly. "What does white have to do with health? Am I unhealthy?"

"You look quite healthy. I noticed that you still have muscles!" Su Xiaoluo smiled.

Fu Shaoting's ears turned red, he glanced at her and said, "I'll make the disguise later and then I can send it out."

"Okay." Su Xiaoluo squatted obediently beside him and watched him weave.

His sleeves were pulled up high, revealing his strong and muscular forearms and long, nice-looking fingers.

The leaves were docile and obedient in his hands.

Soon the disguise suits were ready. He handed one to Su Xiaoluo. After they both put them on, they told Aqiang that they would be distributed to the village.