For such a long time, Ning Fan didn't sense even a trace of sinister aura, making him doubt if Barson was really here.
"I'll sneak into the village after dark to take a look."
This village was truly a place where people didn't lock their doors or pick up things on the road, neighbors were friendly, and each household knew each other's background well.
If an outsider entered the village, not only the adults, even the children might be able to identify the intruder.
He originally thought he had to wait until dark, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better in the afternoon.
After the crisp sound of gunfire rang out again, this time, the villagers were not as calm as usual.
Among the numerous voices of discussion, several cries could be heard.
"Something's happened!"
Ning Fan's eyes sharpened as he observed the area where the people gathered.
On a muddy path in the field, a man was running swiftly toward the village with a girl in his arms.
