Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 169 The Optimists of Haha Village

Mala Town was particularly lively. Even late at night, people who had come from Qiangcheng to escape the war continued to enter the town. The original residents of Mala Town were indeed very hospitable. As long as people from Qiangcheng came to the store to escape the war, everyone could enjoy discounts. Many people in the inn were also very generous.

Seeing the streets and alleys filled with people, they recounted the pain brought by the war, reminisced about the past, and could only hope that everyone could drive back the Goren and the demon soldiers and restore their beautiful homeland.

That evening, Anzhi and Ge Wensong took a stroll around Mala Town. Every inn was full, and many people were even sleeping on the floor in the streets and alleys. If they got too cold, they would borrow some straw from the residents to keep warm.

To protect the people of Qiang city who had fled the war, many soldiers and cultivators accompanied them, patrolling the streets. In particular, the numerous cultivators were constantly on guard against the demon soldiers who might infiltrate the rear.

In the end, Anzhi and Ge Wensong could only follow everyone to a dilapidated house in the north of the town. The walls were covered with the marks of time, and in many places the bricks and stones had fallen off, revealing the adobe bricks inside. The roof tiles were also incomplete, and in some places you could even see the sky outside.

However, this dilapidated house was now crowded with people fleeing the war. If you got closer, you could hear hushed conversations, children crying, and old people coughing.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few slivers of light filtering through a few gaps in the ventilation shaft. It was just enough to make out the situation inside. Some old, dry grass and blankets were spread on the floor, and the people were sitting or lying on them. Most of them were dressed in rags, their faces were haggard, and their eyes were full of exhaustion and fear. They all knew that this was the safest place.

Anzhi felt a pang of sadness and looked at Tuantuan following behind and Ge Wensong beside her.

Ge Wensong also frowned, his face full of pity, and said, "This war has truly brought suffering to the people."

One of the uncles was overjoyed to see two cultivators and a divine beast arrive. He quickly pushed aside the children to make way for An Zhi and Ge Wensong, saying, "Heroes, heroes, come, come, come here."

"Thank you, sir." An Shang stepped forward and sat down.

An Zhi and Ge Wensong both knew that the people were overjoyed to see the two cultivators at this moment, and their sense of security was absolutely overwhelming, since demon soldiers could appear at any time.

"Old man, how is the situation in Qiang City? Are there many demon soldiers?"

"Sigh, we're safe now, but Qiang City is surrounded on three sides by the Ge people and demon soldiers. We can only escape this way now. They are determined to take Qiang City. It seems that the day of the decisive battle is not far away."

"Yes, yes, yes, as long as the Ge people capture Qiang City, they can march straight into Chengdu, attack the ancient Shu Kingdom, destroy Emei, and then take over the entire Bashu region. At that time... sigh."

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As night deepened, the people in the dilapidated house gradually quieted down, some curled up, others huddled together, trying to find a sense of peace in their difficult situation and drift off to sleep.

Perhaps because Tuantuan had been running around with Anzhi all day, or perhaps because the oppressive atmosphere in the room made it feel a little tired, it lay down on the haystack early on and began to breathe evenly.

Anzhi looked at Ge Wensong again. Perhaps his mouth was dry from talking so much, he also closed his eyes and began to rest by circulating his internal energy. Only Anzhi leaned against Tuantuan, not sleepy at all.

Her eyes were fixed on the broken part of the roof. Outside, the night sky was dotted with twinkling stars. In her mind, the haggard and fearful faces of the people she had seen during the day fleeing the war kept replaying in her mind.

The night grew increasingly quiet, with the occasional sound of the wind outside making the broken doors and windows creak. She turned to look at the sleeping dumpling beside her, her heart filled with envy, envying that it could sleep so carefree, without having to worry about the suffering of the world.

That night, Shen Anzhi leaned against Tuanzi, filled with worry, watching the darkness slowly pass by until the sky began to lighten. A new day, filled with both the unknown and hope, was about to begin.

Early in the morning, Anzhi shook Ge Wensong awake. After meditating the previous night, she was even more eager to find the Demon-Slaying Sword and join the defense of Qiang City as soon as possible. "Tuantuan, hurry up! Can't you walk faster with that swaying gait?" Anzhi urged.

Ge Wensong laughed: "Hahaha, this guy is as fat as a ball, how can you expect it to be fast?"

A strange murderous intent flashed in Tuan Tuan's eyes...

Following the map, Anzhi and Ge Wensong led Tuantuan away from the main road and entered a small path after going up the mountain.

They walked for an unknown amount of time, with Anzhi and Ge Wensong chatting away ahead, ignoring Tuantuan behind them. When Anzhi turned around again, Tuantuan had already fallen far behind.

"Tuanzi, are you really so fat that you can't walk?" Anzhi shouted.

Tuantuan, who was some distance away, simply stopped and looked at the two people in the distance with the same look that said, "This treacherous subject is trying to harm me."

Anzhi was angry, but there was nothing he could do. Ge Wensong, who was standing nearby, comforted him, "Oh, let's wait a bit, let's wait a bit."

So the two of them sat on the stone steps under the big tree to rest and wait for Tuantuan.

What they found was quite startling: the two were actually in a village, surrounded by houses arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern. Most of the houses were wooden structures with a unique ethnic style, with exquisite carvings on the eaves and brightly colored paintings on the walls.

What caught everyone's attention most was that a family next to the village was still laughing and talking. Anzhi curiously followed the sound and found that in some open spaces and under the eaves of houses in the village, many people were sitting together, playing mahjong in a lively atmosphere, without any of the sorrow caused by the war that was seen in the outside world.

At one table, several elderly men and women were playing cards and chatting loudly. One of the men drew a good card, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly slapped his thigh, shouting, "Haha, with this luck, I'm going to win a fortune today!" The people around him laughed along, teasing him not to be too smug.

Looking at the scene before him, Anzhi was filled with curiosity. He turned to Ge Wensong and said, "Wensong, they don't seem to have been affected by the war at all. They can still play mahjong so leisurely."

Ge Wensong was also curious, so he simply walked over.

An elderly woman approached the strangers who had come to the courtyard and asked, "Young heroes, are you from Qiang City? How is the situation? I heard that the city was about to fall a few days ago."

Upon hearing this, the other mahjong players at the other tables stopped and all looked in this direction.

Anzhi quickly said, "Auntie, don't worry, we will definitely defeat the Ge people and the demon soldiers."

The old woman's smile froze instantly, but she quickly turned around and shouted to everyone with a grin, "Hahaha, oh dear, the two young heroes said that the demon soldiers have been driven back. Come on, let's continue."

The demon soldiers were driven back! An Zhi looked at Ge Wensong beside him in disbelief, and asked in shock, "Wensong, did I...did I just say that?"

"Sister Anzhi, these people from Sichuan are really amazing! This doesn't even affect their mahjong game..." Ge Wensong was also dumbfounded, just watching the mahjong tiles clattering and the laughter echoing through the room.

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