Cut by a rock…
Shen Yanxiao frowned. It was obviously a knife wound, cut by either a swordsman or a knight. The wound looked healed, but it looked deep, as it had cut to the bone.
No other normal person would have regarded it as a wound cut by a rock.
It was clear as day that a Magus and a Swordsman gave Ah Ke and Old Ba their wounds, respectively. How come they had accepted such appallingly ridiculous reasons so readily?
That was rather odd.
“Uncle Ba, were you and Uncle Ke wounded at night?” Shen Yanxiao asked in a sweet voice so that she could get more information.
Old Ba nodded and answered without withholding any information, “Yes, it happened at night. We were not the only ones injured. Many people in our village have some wounds and injuries, but none of them are serious injuries. Uncle Nine said that it is because we are close to some graveyard, so the Ying Qi is quite heavy. Some unclean things will come out at night to create troubles. That is why the injury happens. Fortunately, they are nothing serious. We are quite used to it.” He did not even sense that something was amiss.
On the other hand, Shen Yanxiao found the tale even odder when she heard more about it.
She did not think that Old Ba had lied to her. It did not sound right that all the villagers would be wounded at the same time at night. Shen Yanxiao knew that they did not get the injuries from some supernatural entity but their battle against the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group.
However, why did it seem that the villagers had no recollections about it at all?
They did not even think anything of the hideous wounds. If it were someone else, they would have been bedridden due to the injuries. None of them would still be so full of vigor as Old Ba and Ah Ke. Shen Yanxiao would not even think they were injured had she not seen their wounds herself.
Shen Yanxiao was still pondering about that question when a grain of dust fell onto her nose.
Before she was aware of what had happened, Old Ba jumped forward and picked up Shen Yanxiao and Vermillion Bird and carried them toward the door.
The next second, huge bundles of straws fell from the roof and onto the spot where Shen Yanxiao and the Vermilion Bird had stood just moments ago.
“I believed I mentioned that Uncle Nine’s house needs some fixing. When will this end if the situation goes on like this?” Old Ba looked at the bundles of straws on the ground. Shen Yanxiao could tell that he was accustomed to it. He just mumbled something randomly.
He carried Shen Yanxiao and the Vermilion Bird in his arms. Even though he was carrying two people, he did not look stressed about it. It was as if he had two pieces of tofu in his hands.
A grown man might be able to react fast enough to drag two people away within a short period. However, he could not have been able to lift them in the air so easily.
When Shen Yanxiao saw his speed, she deduced that Old Bad was no weaker than an intermediate-level expert. At the same time, she could not detect any battle aura and magical power in Old Ba.
“Those villagers, some of them had enormous strength…” Du Lang’s voice echoed in Shen Yanxiao’s mind. She squinted her eyes.
It seemed like Du Lang had been truthful about the incident.
What could have hidden in that impoverished little village that made everything there so bizarre?
The baffling riots, the ignorant villagers, the old man with infinite strength, and the unimaginably odd causes of wounds…
