The night air was slightly cool, and an unknown insect chirped from time to time. The crescent moon hung high in the sky, but Fu Ze Village was filled with noisy clamor and illuminated by large swathes of firelight.
Amidst this clamor, there was both joy and panic.
"Mother, hurry and pack up things and come with me, it'll be too late if we don't go now."
"Brother Fusheng, you... how did you come back?"
"Stop talking, hurry and pack up, where's the girl?"
"What's happening, why are there so many people?"
"Quick, pack up things, I'll explain once we're on the mountain."
"..."
Every household in Fu Ze Village began to pack up in panic.
At Zhang He's place, Chen Mo and Zhang He crawled out from the tunnel. Zhang He proactively concealed the tunnel entrance, listened to the commotion outside, and wondered, "Brother Mo, it doesn't sound like official soldiers?"
