Chapter 142: The Desolate Village
The young girl’s wounds had been simply bandaged, and she looked terribly pale. However, her eyes were still bright and different from the rest of the crowd.
“Daoist friend, although you helped us fend off these beasts, there’s no guarantee that new monsters won’t attack again. Brother Qingniu, lead everyone to repair the stockade gate and…clean up the corpses outside. Sister Yu, together with Aunt Luo, use the meat of these giant birds to prepare food for everyone. We haven’t had meat for a long time. Preserve the rest,” the young girl turned and instructed.
“Understood,” the dark-skinned man who had asked her earlier replied promptly.
“Ying Luo, we’ve got this. Don’t worry,” two middle-aged women wiped their faces and quickly replied.
Shen Luo noticed that this young girl, although injured, was still smiling brightly. This wasn’t the forced smile, but a sincere, wholehearted one, exceptionally radiant, which uplifted the spirits of those who saw her.
Influenced by her, the villagers soon stopped crying, scattering to help clean up the chaotic village.
“Daoist friend, please follow me,” said Ying Luo as she then turned to Shen Luo said crisply.
Shen Luo nodded slightly and strolled slowly along with the young girl through the crowd.
“If you’re truly an immortal from Mt. Fangcun, why did you only come now? Why did you come only after my husband and son are dead?” asked a pallid, middle-aged woman leaning against the gate as they approached.