Ah Mo was just about to take a look and turn around to leave when, groping his way upward, he accidentally kicked a stone and made a noise, rousing the alertness of the two people inside the room.
Without further ado, Ah Mo took a quick stride, pushed the wooden plank away, dashed out of the room, and didn't dare to stop for even a moment.
A figure swiftly flashed by his side, blocking his path, "Who are you, and why are you in Nameless Village? What did you overhear just now?"
The man's tone was chillingly cold as he questioned, his bow and arrow aimed at Ah Mo.
Startled, Ah Mo stepped back a few paces. This person was extremely ugly, but he exuded a strong aura of killing, and there was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Ah Mo thought that he might have just finished eating someone; the image in his mind made his stomach churn.
He steadied himself and said, "Don't misunderstand, I mean no harm. I was just seeking shelter."
