Upon entering the town, everyone was baffled.
The townspeople fled in all directions at the sight of Xiao Chi and the others as if they had seen ghosts. They then shut their doors tight, and the entire town fell silent.
"This..."
Moreover, Xiao Chi sensed traces of death in the air.
"Stop! Who are you people? What are you doing here?"
Just as Xiao Chi was about to lead everyone onward, a weathered, hoarse voice came from behind them.
Everyone turned around.
They saw a tall, powerfully built middle-aged man with dark skin and a stern, dignified face.
He held a broadsword and pointed it at them, his brows tightly furrowed.
Xiao Chi slowly stepped forward with a smile, then cupped his fists and bowed.
"Brother, we mean no harm. We merely happened to discover this place and came to trouble you briefly, only to ask for directions."
Seeing Xiao Chi's sincere and righteous expression, the middle-aged man gradually lowered his guard.
"My name is Xiao Chi. May I ask your name, brother?"
The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Chi and pondered for a moment. Then he sheathed his broadsword, cupped his fists, and returned the bow, like a chivalrous hero of the Mortal Realm, overflowing with bold spirit.
"Mo Li greets you!"
Seeing the man relax and reveal his name, Xiao Chi smiled and nodded.
The two chatted for quite a while and gradually became familiar with each other.
A short while later, Mo Li led everyone to his home.
This Small Town was rather poor. There were no tiled roofs or high walls, only thatched huts made of mud bricks.
He opened the bamboo gate to the courtyard and invited everyone inside.
"Second Aunt, we have guests. Go light the fire and prepare a meal," Mo Li called