"Okay."
After Song Yun spoke indifferently, his figure turned into a gust of wind, and no one could capture Song Yun's location with the naked eye.
"Bang! Bang!"
After two sounds, the fierce sturdy man's body went limp and he fell to the ground.
Wen Shu, surprised, stepped forward to check their breaths. Fortunately, both men were still alive; as long as they weren't dead, that was enough...
"Let's go, hurry up and finish the business and get out."
Song Yun roughly estimated the time. Nearly twenty hours had passed since the last moment he lost consciousness. He could only imagine the uproar that would unfold outside, hoping his Dad and Mom could keep the news hidden and prevent Qing Qing from finding out.
Song Yun, leading Wen Shu, walked quickly down the village streets, the villagers scattering upon seeing Wen Shu as if by some unspoken agreement.
While running, they shouted, "The witch is back! And she has brought an outsider!"
