"Hey! What evidence do you have? You put on this mystifying act and spout nonsense here—how do we know you aren't the ones behind this? Before you came, my little girl was perfectly fine. The moment you arrived, she started crying like this!"
The daughter of the old man surnamed Chang suddenly began shouting curses!
Her own daughter was already five years old, yet she too was inexplicably crying so hard she could barely catch her breath!
"That's right! I don't think there's anything right about them either! Uncle Chang, we can't let them leave so easily!" another young man roared anxiously.
"They pretend to sell sword artifacts, acting generous and kind, but their hearts are vicious! They want to wipe us all out in one sweep!"
"Exactly! Look at that little slut—fair and tender, like you could squeeze water from her skin. She says she drifted at sea for years, but does she look like she's suffered through wind and rain at all? Grandpa Zhang said before that she has demon aura on her! Maybe she's a demon herself—the Witch Demon she mentioned!"
For a moment, all the women aboard the boats joined in viciously cursing. They were terrified their men would not believe them. Otherwise, why were children from five-year-olds down to babies only a few months old crying so eerily?
"Silence!"
The old man surnamed Chang finally shouted. His face had gone somewhat pale. Li Da and several other older men also wore ugly expressions, as though they were no strangers to the Infant Cry Curse.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, give us an explanation!"
The old man surnamed Chang looked at Wang Wu and clasped his hands with some difficulty.
Wang Wu frowned and glanced again at the Snow Wolf General, who remained as calm as drifting clouds