The village, which had been bustling with activity just a moment ago, had now become an empty city no different from a Native American village. Most of the people had run away, leaving only a few guards whose backs had almost been stepped on and could not get up, as well as a herd of wild boars feasting on the farmland.
The wild boars that had been venting their anger calmed down a little, mainly because the high-frequency sound waves that had been lingering in their ears had quietly stopped.
Sihwa received the signal to stop singing. It was Zhang Zian who used the flashlight to send out the light signal that had been agreed on in advance. It was nothing more than a simple combination of lighting it up and turning it off a few times. If it was complicated, she wouldn't be able to understand it.
