Zhang Wanxiang carried a fishing net and followed them inside, unable to help but curse under his breath when he saw the scene: "The village has been talking about stolen chickens these past few days, speculating that it was the weasel who dragged them away. Who would have thought it was these bastards stealing them? The confused old grandma from the east end of the village had two egg-laying hens, and they were all plagued by these bastards. The old lady cried for days..."
Ling Chengyan gestured for the two to bypass the filthy stuff, not to make a sound, to lighten their steps, and to continue forward.
The trio cautiously passed through an unusually dense patch of bush and woods, and what they saw nearly made Zhang Wanxiang and Wu Qingyun exclaim.
In this chaotic thicket, several makeshift shelters had been erected, with wooden strips, some torn oilcloth and straw mats from who knows where; though low, the shelters were enough to provide cover from the wind and rain.
