"I'll go. We're all from the same village, and we should help each other out. Plus, this is a matter of life and death, and I, Lu Yuanfeng, can't just sit by and do nothing."
"Besides, I'm familiar with the situation in the mountains. With me leading everyone, there shouldn't be any danger," Lu Yuanfeng said.
"Hmph, you're a hunter and used to all kinds of animals. Of course you'd say that. But we're just honest farmers, and we don't dare go up Niuwei Mountain because we'd lose our lives if we did."
In the crowd, Ma Houhou pushed aside the people blocking his way and finally squeezed into the center of the courtyard.
Ma Houhou didn't look happy, or rather, ever since Mu Shuangshuang had stung him with bees, leaving him with a pockmarked face, Ma Houhou still hasn't gotten himself a wife.
He harbored resentment toward Mu Shuangshuang and Lu Yuanfeng, so how could his face show anything good?
