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"Okay."

After Song Yun spoke indifferently, his figure turned into a gust of wind, and no one could capture Song Yun's location with the naked eye.

"Bang! Bang!"

After two sounds, the fierce sturdy man's body went limp and he fell to the ground.

Wen Shu, surprised, stepped forward to check their breaths. Fortunately, both men were still alive; as long as they weren't dead, that was enough...

"Let's go, hurry up and finish the business and get out."

Song Yun roughly estimated the time. Nearly twenty hours had passed since the last moment he lost consciousness. He could only imagine the uproar that would unfold outside, hoping his Dad and Mom could keep the news hidden and prevent Qing Qing from finding out.

Song Yun, leading Wen Shu, walked quickly down the village streets, the villagers scattering upon seeing Wen Shu as if by some unspoken agreement.

While running, they shouted, "The witch is back! And she has brought an outsider!"

Hearing these words from the mouths of the people, Wen Shu looked extremely dejected. These were elders who had watched her grow up from childhood, yet now their hostility was so great. The sudden change was overwhelming for Wen Shu.

After some time observing, Song Yun realized that the village was not as big as he had imagined. The population living here totaled at most around one hundred households, but as Song Yun and his companion delved deeper,

he found that the streets had been cleared, with not a single person loitering outside.

"Creeeak~"

A wooden house's window was cracked open slightly, then slammed shut forcefully. Inside, parents slapped their mischievous children on the behind repeatedly.

"Out there, one of them is a witch! Aren't you afraid she'll snatch you away to eat you?"

The child being spanked stubbornly shouted back, "Isn't that the Divine Envoy sister? You used to tell me to get closer to her!"

"Nonsense! That was all in the past! Ever since she stole the sacred object from the village, she has become a complete demon! Do you know what a demon is? It's the kind that eats children!"

Wen Shu, outside the house, heard this and her head hung low, unsure what to think.

She believed the villagers were deceived by the so-called sacred object, or else her father wouldn't have deliberately asked her to destroy it. But such a simple truth—why couldn't these people understand?

Whispers from more and more houses filled the air. Some were speaking ill in disguise, others were advising Wen Shu to turn back, their words incessantly brainwashing Wen Shu, stirring a sense of guilt in her heart.

"So annoying! All of you, shut your damn mouths!"

With a roar from Song Yun, the village fell silent, save for the occasional quacking of ducks and clucking of chickens, no one dared to speak up again.

The fear of outsiders was deeply ingrained in their hearts, to them, an outsider was a Divine Envoy, constantly conveying the will of the gods, and every few years, would take some villagers out to lead a better life.

"The witch and the outsider are there!"

"Eliminate the witch! Protect the sacred object!"

"Quickly surround them, don't let the witch escape!"

Amid the silence, sudden bursts of noise arose, and from around the corner of the street rushed thirty to forty men. Among them were both old and young, wielding farming tools as they encircled Song Yun and his companion.

In the crowd was a middle-aged man around forty with grizzled temples. Pushing through with his greasy belly, he looked at Wen Shu with a covetous gaze.

But he quickly suppressed the desire in his heart and with a clear cough said, "Outsider, I am the headman of Divine Village. The woman behind you is a witch, she has stolen the sacred object of our village. Hand her over to me, and I might spare your life!"

Hearing this, Wen Shu shrank back behind Song Yun. Her mind hadn't completely transitioned yet, and she still harbored a natural fear of the village elders.

"Blathering fool."

Song Yun looked around, without a moment's hesitation charged towards the headman. He was not one for dithering; besides, with so many people here, Wen Shu, an ordinary girl with no ability to protect herself, could easily be unintentionally hurt by the enraged villagers.

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Capture the ringleader first, Song Yun, before the astonished eyes of many villagers, suddenly grabbed the village chief by the neck and lifted him up.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"Hand over the village chief! Otherwise, we will never let you go!"

Song Yun looked at these villagers indifferently, as they seemed not yet to realize the severity of the situation.

Subsequently, Song Yun gradually increased the strength in his hand, and the village chief's face, already covered with flab, turned beet red with suffocation.

With just a little more effort, Song Yun could easily snap the village chief's neck.

But he had no intention of doing so. Having the village chief as a hostage was a good deterrence against these brainwashed villagers!

"So you're the village chief, huh? If you don't want to die, tell your villagers what they should do next!"

Song Yun roared, and a hoarse voice came from the village chief's throat, "Put down... your... weapons..."

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At this critical moment, a flying knife whizzed through the crowd and "thud!" embedded itself into the village chief's back.

"The village chief has been killed by this outsider!"

"Avenge the village chief!"

The villagers' eyes burned with rage as they swung their farming tools at Song Yun, their minds clouded with anger.

Song Yun's eyes flashed with intensity, realizing that someone in the village was deliberately stirring up trouble, aimed at keeping him and Qing Qing behind!

These villagers might have some strength from tilling the land, but that was all brute force. Song Yun tossed the village chief's hefty body into the crowd, pinning a number of villagers underneath.

Then he continued to dodge and, using his movement technique, he knocked out one person after another.

"Song Yun!"

Wen Shu was entangled by a few men with malicious looks in their eyes, clutching at her clothes, intending to rip them off.

"Get lost!"

Song Yun rushed forward, and with one punch each, hurled those villagers away.

"This outsider is a devil, let's kill him together!"

"Damn it, Qing Qing that witch actually brought people into our village at will! Once this is sorted out, I must strip that wench and parade her through the streets!"

The villagers looked at Song Yun with wariness in their eyes. They clutched their tools and spat curses, yet their bodies quite honestly dared not approach.

"Outsider, if you leave now, I will not hold you accountable."

A brawny man carrying a fierce bow walked over. He was over two meters tall and wore clothes made of animal hides, looking from afar like a bear.

"Hunter Tiger has come! Shoot him down with an arrow!"

The villagers were ecstatic. Hunter Tiger was the most formidable among them, who had even been taken away to study by the Divine Envoy for several years.

For the entire village, Hunter Tiger was like a guardian deity!

"What if I say no?"

"Then you will die!"

Hunter Tiger's fists clashed together, his tiger eyes shimmering with brutality, and each step he took on the ground resounded with "thud, thud, thud!"

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