Feeling the old woman start to sway, Yuan Si quickly threw the burlap sack from her shoulder onto the ground and steadied her. "Mom, sit on the sack and rest for a bit. Don't get worked up, don't worry, and don't be scared. I'm still here."
The old woman was indeed terrified. She had been talking about bandits the whole way, only to run into them the moment she turned around. It really was a case of "speak of the devil."
"What are you muttering about, little girl? Stop wasting time and hand over everything you have. See this? My blade doesn't have eyes," one of the bandits threatened, brandishing the large blade in his hand.
Yuan Si settled her mother, then turned and calmly sized up the two men who looked like bandits. She made a quick judgment in her mind. 'They're a far cry from the bandits of the apocalypse. Trying to rob people with just these two pieces of iron? Are they sure they aren't just serving themselves up on a platter?'
