"Little Fox."
Pushing open the rickety wooden door, the dim room seemed somewhat deserted; Shao Zifeng looked at the empty wooden bed with a sense of helplessness.
"This guy, ran off again."
Shao Zifeng sat on the wooden bed with fresh beast meat, pulled out a dagger, and cut off a slice to put in his mouth.
The cold beast meat was chewy and fresh, but Shao Zifeng frowned and forced it down, perhaps psychologically, he always felt that the uncooked meat had a bloody taste.
Wuu wuu~
At that moment, a long, heavy sound of a horn echoed through the valley.
Shao Zifeng looked towards the window and saw several young men carrying an exaggeratedly large horn, resembling a bullhorn, on their shoulders, while an elderly man puffed his cheeks, using all of his strength to blow the horn.
The moment the horn sounded, everyone stopped their tasks, and people of all ages silently walked toward the small square.
