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"How can there be gunshots near this small village? Could that cry of alarm be from Alian?"
Fang Bai's heart stirred, and he extended his Divine Sense, discovering on a hillside nearly a kilometer away, a group of ferocious-looking bandits from a neighboring foreign country surrounding an eight or nine-year-old girl and her flock of sheep, babbling incomprehensibly. Each of them held a firearm in their hands.
The gunshot just now was from a bandit who had shot dead a sheep.
Before the sheep had even died completely, two other bandits approached, dragging it to the side of the creek, where they gutted and cleaned it with a knife.
The rest of the bandits piled stones and sticks to set up a frame, seeming to prepare to start a fire there and roast the sheep for food.
