"Boom, boom, boom!"
Mu Ying was comforting Xiao Shiyin when she heard the urgent knocking on the door. What could be the emergency?
She quickly got up to open the door.
As the door swung open, the person knocking recoiled in fear.
Outside stood seven or eight people, all familiar to Mu Ying, though she couldn't recall their names. The one in the front she knew best, it seemed his name was Old Mao?
Well, he had tried to morally blackmail her and had been slapped by her before, so his fear of her was quite normal.
But now he had reformed, hadn't caused any trouble, and had even contributed in the fight against the ghouls. As a member of the Qingshan Alliance now, Mu Ying bore no prejudice against them.
They were all soaked to the bone, their muddy attire streaked with blood. Their pale faces were filled with terror; they must have just returned to the territory and encountered some danger.
Mu Ying softened her expression, smiling kindly as she asked, "What's the matter?"