The wounds on the girl's body had been simply bandaged, and her face looked very pale, but her eyes were still bright, completely different from the other people around her.
“Although you helped us fight off these beasts, there is no guarantee that new monsters won’t attack again. Brother Qingniu, lead us to repair the village gate, and… collect the corpses outside. Sister Yu, you and Aunt Luo, use the meat of those giant birds to cook meals for everyone. We haven’t had meat for a long time, so pickle the rest.” The girl turned her head and said.
"Okay." The dark-skinned man who asked the question earlier responded neatly.
"Yingluo, don't worry, leave it to us." Two women who seemed to be in their thirties or forties wiped their faces and said hurriedly.
Shen Luo saw that although the woman was seriously injured, the smile on her face did not diminish. And it was obviously not a forced smile, but a sincere smile from the heart. She looked quite bright and charming, and made people feel refreshed just by looking at her.
Inspired by her, the villagers soon stopped crying and dispersed to help clean up the ruined village.
"Fellow Daoist, please follow me." Ying Luo turned around and said to Shen Luo in a crisp voice.
Shen Luo nodded slightly, followed the girl, and walked slowly through the crowd.
"Are you really a god from Fangcun Mountain? Why did you come now? Why did you wait until my husband and son died before coming?" When they approached, a haggard middle-aged woman leaning against the door suddenly spoke and asked in a questioning tone.
Shen Luo stopped and subconsciously wanted to clarify, but he saw Ying Luo secretly winking at him, so he swallowed the words.
"Fellow Daoist, of course you came from Fangcun, otherwise how could you save us from such a dangerous situation?" Ying Luo looked at the middle-aged woman and said.
"He really is the immortal from Fangcun Mountain..." Upon hearing this, someone immediately shouted.
"Great, he really is the immortal on Fangcun Mountain..."
"We are saved now!"
The others also became happy.
Shen Luo frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled. What difference did it make to these people whether he was a monk from Fangcun Mountain or not
At this moment, he suddenly noticed a cold gaze and hurriedly looked inside the village gate. He saw the white-haired old woman who had risked her life to protect the children standing inside, staring at him with indifference, as if she did not have the joy that the others had.
There were a dozen or so children around eight or nine years old following him, all of them timidly poking their heads out and looking at Shen Luo.
The old woman had sunken eye sockets and a dark gaze, which made Shen Luo feel uncomfortable all over.
Ying Ruo also noticed Shen Luo's gaze and looked towards the village gate. Then Shen Luo saw the old woman's gaze lingered on Ying Luo for a moment, as if they exchanged some glances, and then she left with the children without saying a word.
Shen Luo then followed Ying Luo through the gate and into the village, where he felt the scene was desolate.
The houses in the village are densely packed and scattered. Most of the houses near the village gate have collapsed. Dark blue moss grows on the piled-up broken earth walls, and traces of white paper used to paste the windows can be vaguely seen on the broken window frames.
A gust of wind blew, raising dust all over the ground, and the few remaining straws on the roof also flew into the air.