Li Feng's brows furrowed as he heard the weeping coming from the wooden hut—it was Chaya's voice!
Curious, Li Feng slowly made his way over.
Seeing Li Feng, an outsider, approaching, many black people greeted him with friendly smiles, then they all stepped back to clear a path for him to enter the wooden hut!
Inside the hut, at this moment, there were about five or six black people. Among them were Chaya and the Old Chief, as well as a robust young black man and several middle-aged black people standing to the side, all guarding an elderly black lady with white hair lying on a bed.
At this time, the Old Chief was constantly grinding Medicinal Herbs and applying them to the old lady's neck.
Li Feng saw that the old lady's neck was covered in crimson sores oozing fresh blood, looking exceedingly miserable.
