The old, weak, women, and children hiding in the ancestral hall all had nervous and worried expressions on their faces. Everyone huddled together and warmed each other up, which was also a kind of mutual comfort.
"How did it go?"
"They should be fine."
"Those damned bandits have already come to our village.”
"That's right. Our village isn't rich either.”
"Sigh, I wonder how the situation at the village entrance is.”
"Bodhisattva, please bless us. You must bless our Famous Mountain Village.”
"Ancestors, you must protect your descendants!"
Just as everyone was discussing their blessings, they suddenly heard a tiger roar. This time, everyone panicked.
"What happened?"
"It's the tiger's voice."
"Oh my god, do you still want to live? Bandits and tigers.”
"The tigers are all deep in the mountains. The bandits must have disturbed the tigers.”
"Yes, yes, yes. It's impossible for a tiger to come down the mountain ~"
