A'Ji's eyes went wide and he cried out, "What?!"
He seemed to be even more shocked than when he heard the news about the village chief's death.
After all, to the twelve-year-old or so Leprosy Village boy, the village chief was old, weak, and distant.
Ms. Mulian, however, was a goddess sent to save those who were suffering.
The weight of these two people in his heart was completely different.
"First go and get information. I'll explain things to you when you come back," Meng Chao said. "Remember, the village chief is already dead. The things I predicted will come true one by one. So, if you run away this time, no one will save Leprosy Village anymore. You, Ms. Mulian, everyone in Leprosy Village, and your only home will disappear into dust.
"On the other hand, if you trust me, no matter how strong our enemies are, we will definitely save Leprosy Village and win this war. Then, all the Leprosy Village villagers will eat steak!"
