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The second day after the fortune-teller incident.

The villagers of Jixiang Village looked at Xu Wenyan with even more surprise.

They even wanted to stay away from him. Not to mention whether Xu Wenyan was possessed by an evil spirit, everyone in the village knew that he was cursed by a witch.

This shows the ancient people's reverence for gods.

With the attitude of "it's better to believe it than not to believe it", the villagers all stayed away from Chen Sanlin's family, including Xiaohu and the Zhou family.

Xu Wenyan didn't think it mattered. This would actually be more conducive to his actions.

But there was no movement outside the village, so Xu Wenyan didn't know when to run away. If he ran too early, he would suffer early, but if he ran too late, he would be caught and that would be the end of him.

Xu Wenyan was anxious all day long.

"Brother Xu." A gentle voice interrupted Xu Wenyan from his daze.

When he looked up, it was Sun Qiulan: "Miss Sun."

Sun Qiulan looked unhappy and frowned as she said, "Brother Xu, the refugees are coming. Please come with us. My mother has hired a carriage."

"Miss Sun has been in the village all the time, so how did she get the news?" Although Xu Wenyan estimated that the worst case scenario would happen in the next few days, they were still in the village and the news was blocked.

"We have spies in the county. They drove horse-drawn carriages here overnight. Those refugees took the small trail, so they should arrive soon." Sun Qiulan's face was full of anxiety, and she didn't seem to be lying.

After thinking for a while, Xu Wenyan smiled at Sun Qiulan and said, "Thank you, Miss Sun. Please leave quickly. Your carriage can't accommodate my whole family."

"Xiao Liu! Go find your brother Huzi and uncle Jianye, grab your things and head into the mountains right away. You don't have to wait for us."

"Brother Xu, be careful." Rong Xiaoliu's face was full of worry.

Seeing the two people leaving, Sun Qiulan shook her head. Originally, she wanted to take only Xu Wenyan away. It was a pity that it was so difficult for her to have someone who made her heart beat after growing up.

"Forget it." Sun Qiulan smiled slightly, as if mocking herself, and the mother and daughter drove the carriage away from Jixiang Village.

The two people here walked into the village chief's yard. It was time for breakfast.

"Why are you two here? Come and have dinner." Wang Dongmei greeted them warmly, and Chen Xingjie took a few bites of rice to make room for them.

Xu Wenyan walked directly to the village chief and said sternly, "Village chief, the refugees are coming."

"Who told you that? This is no joke." The old village chief frowned. This matter was related to the survival of the village. He had seen what kind of situation those refugees were in.

"Miss Sun told me that they have already left in their carriage."

Xu Wenyan was about to say something when he heard shouts and curses from all around him: "Where are you from? Put it down! It's my chicken!"

Several people went out to check, and saw that the place was crowded with refugees wearing coarse linen clothes. They broke into the houses they saw. It was dinner time, and the refugees entered the houses and grabbed everything they could see, wrapped in cloth.

"Bam—"

At this time, the door of the village chief's house was also pushed down, and five or six refugees broke in.

"Food, give me food!" No expression could be seen on their shriveled faces.

They just rushed into the house. You could say they were kind refugees. Soon, seven or eight men came in from outside, holding weapons such as machetes, kitchen knives, and hoes.

Without saying a word, he picked up his weapon and started hacking at the people in the yard.

This is simply banditry.

Even refugees seek food only, but these bandits are different.

Xu Wenyan never expected that these refugees would arrive so quickly.

Chen Sanlin picked up a long bench and threw it at the men: "Run out."

Wang Dongmei went into the house, took a machete and a hoe, gave the machete to Chen Sanlin, then picked up any tools she could find nearby and ran out the door.

Xu Wenyan picked up the broom and swung it at the refugees' heads.

Fortunately, Chen Sanlin was there. He picked up a machete and charged forward like a god of war.

"Don't get hit, not at all." Xu Wenyan reminded. They were holding machetes, sickles and hoes, which were not only stained with blood, but Xu Wenyan also found that many parts were rusted.

If you get this knife, you will most likely get tetanus.

"Ah ah." The other few people were relatively calm, but the village chief's wife was scared to death.

The old village chief pulled her and a few others tightly together and walked towards the door.

Just when she was about to run out the door, Wang Dongmei was grabbed by the hair by a group of refugees: "Hiss." The refugees were so strong that they looked so skinny.

The way they fight is a life-threatening one.

The old village chief turned around, picked up the wooden stick in his hand and hit the refugee on the head.

By the time the refugee let go, another refugee had already hit the old village chief's shoulder hard with a hoe.

Suddenly, the sound of bones breaking, the old village chief's screams of pain, and the village chief's wife's wails were intertwined.

It forms a sad stage play.

"Dad!" Chen Xingjie roared and was about to rush back but was stopped by Xu Wenyan.

"Brother Xingjie, don't let the village chief's sacrifice be in vain."

Chen Xingjie had obviously lost his mind and kept trying to rush back. His parents were already being ridden on by four or five men, who were beating them again and again with the weapons in their hands. The bright red blood stained their hands and the ground.

"Snapped!"

Wang Dongmei slapped him, but the tears in her eyes couldn't help but flow down.

"Walk."

Wang Dongmei pulled Chen Xingjie, and the four of them ran towards home without looking back.

They met many refugees along the way. Fortunately, they had no weapons in their hands. One of the refugees wanted to rush over to strip them of their clothes and money, but Chen Sanlin chopped off his hand with a knife.

The refugee rolled on the ground, and his heart-wrenching cries intimidated the refugees who were about to move forward.

"If you don't want to die, get the hell out of here!" Chen Sanlin shouted loudly, and actually made a path through the crowd of refugees.

Not all refugees are desperate criminals.

They burned, killed and looted just to survive.

It is this strong will to live that arouses their animal nature.

Seeing a tall and mighty man at this time, the nature of living things makes them seek benefits and avoid harm.

If Chen Sanlin had not been so tall and had not been so decisive in chopping off the hands of the refugees who stepped forward, I am afraid that these refugees would still have rushed forward and knocked them down.

In Xu Wenyan's eyes, these people are no different from the zombies in the movies.

When we rushed into the yard, there were already quite a few refugees snatching the fine rice in the bags. As for the raw rice, they kept putting it into their mouths as if they were eating some delicious food.

A few people passed by them, but they completely ignored them. When their mouths could no longer hold the food, they put it into the sack. When the sack could no longer hold any more, they took off their clothes to hold it.

Xu Wenyan carried the bag he had prepared in advance, Chen Sanlin carried the backpack full of tools, and Xu Wenyan took the machete from home, and the four of them rushed out of the yard again.

Even though there was still a lot of food at home, Xu Wenyan knew that he couldn't care less at this moment.

Looking from outside the yard, there was no movement from Xiaohu's family and the Zhou family downstairs.

Then they went up the mountain.

A lot of bandits were chasing after them, roaring "ah ah" continuously.

They had wide eyes, food in their arms, and bloodthirsty weapons in their hands.

Inhumane.