"And there are so many of them! What have the local authorities been doing?"
"Enough talk. Let's get ready to move."
...
Wu Tong was awakened by the chattering voices around him and immediately exited the chat group.
"What's going on? Why all the noise?" Wu Tong sat up and looked at the group of maids before him.
"Young Master, a pack of Gale Wolf Bandits has suddenly appeared on the mountain ahead. We don't know why," one of the maids explained after exchanging glances with the others, visibly relieved now that Wu Tong was awake.
"Wolf Bandits? Those creatures that were nearly hunted to extinction?" Wu Tong's eyes narrowed at the maid's words.
If it was the Wolf Bandits, it wasn't surprising that the maids were so flustered. Wolf Bandits always attacked in swarms, and their strength was generally at the Spirit Elder or Spirit Ancestor level. Even ordinary Spirit Kings or Spirit Emperors would struggle to resist them.
Although the maids had been trained by Wu Tong, their strength hadn't improved much in just over a month. Their panic at the sight of the Gale Wolf Bandits was understandable.
Sigh, it seems I need to level up my little maids. I originally wanted to build a combat maid team, but after more than a month of training, they're still weak. Well, I'll just give them a power boost later.
Wu Tong's thoughts raced, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Alright, I'll handle it. Your strength has improved, but it's still not enough to deal with so many Wolf Bandits. Looks like I'll have to give you an upgrade after we return," Wu Tong said casually as he waved his hand.
In an instant, dozens of spatial fissures appeared on the path the Wolf Bandits were charging down, encircling the entire RV and protecting it within. The dark fissures were as deep as black holes, like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, silently waiting to harvest the souls of the doomed creatures.
The Wolf Bandits naturally noticed the spatial fissures and were instantly terrified, desperately trying to halt their advance. However, the momentum of their charge made it impossible for them to stop, and they plunged into the fissures one after another like lemmings. Even those who managed to stop were pushed into the fissures by the Wolf Bandits behind them.
In just moments, all the Wolf Bandits were torn apart by the spatial fissures, reduced to dust. Once the Wolf Bandits were eliminated, the fissures gradually vanished into the air, as if aware their task was complete.
In the end, only a cloud of dust remained in front of the RV, the sole evidence that the Gale Wolf Bandits had ever been there.
"Alright, let's go," Wu Tong said with a dismissive wave.
The maids' eyes sparkled with admiration. Young Master Wu Tong's composure was simply too cool.
After this minor incident, Wu Tong wasn't in the mood to rejoin the chat group. Instead, he spent the journey playing and joking around with the maids.
Before long, the RV arrived near Rocky Cliff Village, its outline now faintly visible in the distance.
In the distance, Wu Tong and the maids could clearly see the scenery ahead. The mountains were lush and shrouded in mist, like an ink-wash painting brimming with poetic charm.
At the center of this painting, nestled among the mountains, was a small village. The rustic houses were arranged in an orderly yet natural fashion, blending seamlessly with the surroundings and adding a touch of life to the breathtaking landscape.
"Hey, Old Man Wang, heading back for dinner?" In the village, a now-grown Dazhuang greeted an elderly man passing by with a smile.
"Yep. But Little Fatty, you're still as chubby as ever. You really need to lose some weight," Old Man Wang replied, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back. His slightly cloudy eyes scrutinized Dazhuang before teasing him.
"Uh... I want to, but for some reason, I just can't seem to shed the pounds," Dazhuang replied awkwardly, scratching his head.
"How can you not lose weight? Little Fatty, let me tell you, losing weight boils down to two things: controlling your mouth and moving your legs. Usually, you should—"
"Okay, okay, I get it, Old Man Wang. I have some things to take care of at home, so I'll head off first." Seeing Old Man Wang about to launch into another lecture, Dazhuang quickly interrupted him, then hurriedly ran deeper into the village.
Old Man Wang was a good person—kind, cheerful, and hardworking—but he loved lecturing a bit too much, leaving the younger villagers with mixed feelings about him.
After leaving Old Man Wang, Dazhuang didn't return home. Instead, he headed to the village chief Old Karl's place.
"Grandpa Karl, I'm coming in," Dazhuang called out after knocking on the door.
"Oh? It's Little Fatty. Come in," a voice that was old yet vigorous rang out from inside.
Creak—
Without hesitation, Dazhuang pushed the door open. As the sound of the door echoed, a simple yet meticulously maintained courtyard came into view. The bluestone-paved floor was spotless, and a small black dog watched Dazhuang's approach quietly without barking.
The ordinary wooden house faced the entrance, allowing Dazhuang to see inside as soon as he stepped in. However, after entering, he didn't spot Old Karl at first. After a quick glance around, he finally noticed Old Karl near the firewood pile, where he was trying to stack a bundle of chopped firewood.
Dazhuang immediately rushed over. "Grandpa Karl, leave that to me! I've told you, I'll handle these things."
"Ah, Little Fatty, I've said it before—these small tasks are still within my capabilities. I'm not so old that I can't do them," Old Karl replied, placing the firewood on the pile with a calm expression. However, the occasional flicker of warmth and affection in his eyes revealed his fondness for Dazhuang.
"Alright, come inside and sit. Standing outside might make you catch a cold," Old Karl said, noticing Dazhuang's slightly labored breathing. He ushered him into the house.
Dazhuang didn't resist and obediently followed Old Karl inside. Once there, Old Karl had Dazhuang sit on a chair while he went to prepare tea.
Dazhuang quickly waved his hands in refusal, but in the end, he couldn't resist Old Karl's insistence and reluctantly accepted the teacup.
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