The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

The village chief quickly chose a spot at the foot of the slope. He measured and compared the terrain repeatedly with his feet to make sure it was correct before reluctantly turning on the flashlight for a short while. The beam of light flickered on the muddy ground and then quickly went out, for fear that the light would attract the attention of wild animals in the mountains.

The three of them used the light to see the location clearly, and without saying a word, they immediately buried themselves in digging.

Fortunately, Granny Li had brought her four-pronged long-handled rake with her when she went out. The tips of the pronged prongs went into the soil, and in a few strokes, she softened the hard soil. Then, with a stone slab and a handful of her hands, she created a shallow pit.

Granny Li and Zhao Hu worked together to dig the main pit. The rake teeth made muffled sounds as they dug into the soil, and the pit opening was gradually deepened and widened.

The village chief squatted not far away, holding a tree branch of suitable thickness that he had picked up, and sharpened it little by little with a sickle.

It was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The village chief couldn't bear to keep his flashlight on all the time, and he also wanted to avoid attracting anything with the light, so he could only rely on his touch to whittle the wood. In a moment of carelessness, the blade of the sickle slipped and he cut his fingertip hard.

He gritted his teeth and remained silent, picked up a leaf from the ground, wrapped it around his finger, and continued working with his head down.

The entire mountain forest was deathly silent, with only their faint rustling sounds coming from here.

Suddenly, Zhao Hu stopped abruptly, his muscles tensing instantly.

He was an old hunter who had lived in the deep mountains for half his life, and his instinct for danger was sharper than that of wild animals.

It seems something is coming.

He immediately stopped what he was doing, groped in the dark and pressed down on Granny Li's rake, and gently shushed her.

The village chief and Granny Li stopped what they were doing, and even their breathing became unconsciously softer.

They noticed nothing, but they knew that in the deep mountains and forests, a hunter's intuition was the most accurate.

Tiger told them not to make a sound, so they kept quiet.

The area around the trap suddenly fell completely silent, and the three people stood like three still human sculptures.

Granny Li's hand, gripping the long handle, was somewhat stiff.

But she stubbornly held on without moving an inch.

After a while, a very faint rubbing sound drifted over from the mountaintop; it was the sound of shoes scraping against the mud.

Then came hushed conversations, muffled and indistinct through the layers of trees.

"...You didn't even realize someone had crept up to your doorstep? You've lost your mind! Today you're at your doorstep, tomorrow you'll be dead!"

"Who knew... Lotus Village... would run up to my wall..."

"That person must have gone back to report."

"Are there still any survivors there..."

"They probably thought we'd go over in the rain... Stupid..."

"Big brother is so smart..."

"We'll go over there now and take them all down... the rope..."

"Don't worry... there's still... the last bit of kerosene."

Kerosene.

rope.

Serve in one pot.

The village chief's face darkened instantly, and his rough fingers gripped the sickle tightly.

Granny Li felt a chill run through her body; the rake in her hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and her eyes were filled with icy coldness.

It's those cannibalistic scum over there!

They discovered Zhao Hu's footprints and quickly located Lotus Village, then gathered their gear and headed there!

They even chose to do it before it started raining, hoping to catch them off guard.

If they hadn't come, if only Tiger had come up...

They even brought ropes and kerosene, so the fire couldn't be extinguished even in the rain! Those beasts! They wanted to burn Lotus Village to the ground, leaving not a single soul behind!

This is the only way down the mountain.

The three village chiefs dug a trap on the road, and the two men were bound to run into it if they headed towards Lotus Village.

Zhao Hu held his breath, listening intently to discern footsteps.

It was the sound of two people, two pairs of shoes stomping in the mud.

They have the advantage.

The other party was unaware that anyone was there, yet they had already overheard every single thought the other was having.

Zhao Hu squatted at the position closest to the top of the mountain, Granny Li stood to Zhao Hu's right and behind him, and the village chief was at the very back, at the bottom of the slope.

Zhao Hu slowly raised his hand, touched the bow on his back, paused, and then lowered his hand again.

In pitch black darkness, his bow was useless.

In close combat, the stone shards in your hand are more effective.

The village chief gripped the sickle tightly, the wound on his fingertip reopening, while his other fingertip pressed against the flashlight switch, his eyes sharp and resolute.

Slowly, he stood up.

The footsteps grew closer and clearer.

The withered branches crunched underfoot.

"After today, we can eat good meat again!"

"I hope there are more little kids in Lotus Village; the old folks are tired of the same old dry and sour food!"

"I wonder how many women there are, hehehe, delicate and tender women, just thinking about it makes me happy."

"Tie them up one by one; if there's any movement, just shoot them..."

The mountain air was so thick with moisture that it felt like it was about to condense into water. Every breath was cool and damp, and each breath carried a heavy, oppressive weight.

Closer, closer.

The village chief's ears twitched slightly, and his usually shaky steps became unusually steady.

He suddenly took two steps forward, grabbed Granny Li's wrist with his backhand, and pulled her behind him. The next second, he gripped the sickle with one hand and pressed the flashlight with his other thumb, aiming it forward.

"Whoosh—"

A blinding beam of light suddenly tore through the darkness, shining directly onto the faces of the two men!

The sudden bright white light made the two squint instantly, their vision blurred, and they shouted in panic:

"Who goes there!"

"who!"

It's this very moment!

The village chief's eyes were ruthless. He suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and the sickle slashed out horizontally with a whoosh, aiming straight for the throat of the person in front!

Fast and ruthless, without any hesitation.

The man's eyes bulged out, and he clutched his throat tightly with both hands. He staggered and fell to the ground with two gasps, twitching a few times before going still.

The other person was terrified by the strong smell of blood and stumbled backward, but the road behind him was uphill, damp and slippery.

He almost fell because his legs gave way.

All he could see was a blur of white, and he could only swing the short knife in his hand haphazardly.

"Big brother? Big brother!"

The village chief's withered arms trembled slightly from the exertion. He took a deep breath and was about to move closer to the man when he saw Granny Li's eyes redden. She gritted her teeth, swung her long-handled rake, and smashed it down with all her might!

The rake teeth whistled through the air as they stabbed viciously into the opponent's shoulder and neck.

The man cried out in pain, gripping the rake tightly and pulling desperately, still brandishing his short knife, as if trying to drag Granny Li over to take her down with him.

Seeing that Granny Li was about to collapse from exhaustion, Zhao Hu finally realized what was happening.

His hands trembled like leaves, but he didn't dare hesitate at all. He grabbed the rake handle in Granny Li's hand and pressed it down a few inches. At this moment, the village chief also brought up the sickle.

The struggle stopped instantly.

Granny Li looked at the two men lying on the ground, grabbed the stone shard from Zhao Hu's hand, and slammed it down repeatedly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was panting heavily. She snatched the stone shard from Zhao Hu's hand and smashed it down on the men on the ground.

One after another.

You beast! You eat people and you even want to prey on the village children!

She seemed to be throwing out all the fear and hatred in her heart.

"That's enough." The village chief grabbed her arm. "It's alright, she's not breathing anymore, she's not in danger."

Granny Li trembled, and the stone shard in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter. She felt as if all her strength had been drained away.

The rain had already started to fall in a fine, dense drizzle, leaving the ground a mess.

Zhao Hu stood to the side, his face ashen.

Those few movements were instinctive, but once the ground was quiet and the smell of blood mixed with rainwater filled his nostrils, his hunter's alertness suddenly kicked in.

The village chief, flashlight in hand, crouched down to confirm that the two men were lifeless, then looked up at Zhao Hu and called out, "Hu Zi, dig a hole and bury them. Be quick!"

light.

Zhao Hu's pupils contracted. In these deep mountains, the only sounds were whistles and the aroma of blood.

Once blood is drawn, light becomes a guiding lamp.

"Go, hurry up!"

He held onto the village chief tightly with one hand and helped up the still somewhat exhausted Granny Li with the other.

"The smell of blood is spreading; the wolves are coming soon!"