Acquaintance

In the end, Furball led the way with the sled. Shen Yijia pushed Song Jingchen's wheelchair and walked slowly behind.

By the time they arrived at the ancestral hall, half an hour had passed.

There was a bonfire in the ancestral hall, illuminating the interior.

The villagers of Xiagou Village were all trapped together with a hemp rope and sat in the middle of the ancestral hall.

More than ten bandits were guarding the hall with knives. The elders, who were usually arrogant, were now hiding behind their descendants like quails, not daring to say a word.

Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows and felt inexplicably good.

An Xiu'er was not in the crowd. Shen Yijia was about to walk in and ask.

However, a person suddenly darted over from behind at an extremely fast speed. Shen Yijia could feel the cold wind from him.