"Master, what should we do?"
Yin Le presented the long stick and knife taken from the carriage, glanced worriedly outside the courtyard.
The sun was about to set; in a quarter of an hour, it would be completely dark. The narrow road on the cliff was not suitable for a carriage.
More footsteps were approaching from the southeast, quickly arriving at the front of the courtyard.
Da Lang's hearing was still intact, making his scalp tingle, "Mother, just how many people in this Wildcat Village are human traffickers?!"
"That must be asked of the little liar." Qin Yao suddenly turned her head, her sharp gaze firmly locking onto the small figure hiding outside the door.
"Bring him here." Qin Yao signaled Da Lang and instructed Second Lang, Sanlang, and Si Niang to take the torches from the wall, light them up, and place them in the front yard.
