The Clamor of a Hundred Men in Black
Before them stood several hundred Black-robed Martial Warriors dressed in black robes and masks, looking like martial world wanderers. Li Changsheng and Nangong Yun both frowned slightly.
These people were dressed much like ordinary folk and looked quite unremarkable, but both Li Changsheng and Nangong Yun sensed an intense killing intent from them.
The murderous aura emanating from them was too heavy, making people deeply uncomfortable.
Li Changsheng asked coldly, "Who are you people?"
"It's them! They're bandits who specialize in robbing prey!"
Seeing their appearance and attire, the villagers pointed at them one after another and spoke with terrified expressions. It seemed that the people of this village were extremely wary of, even fearful of, such martial world figures. "Hmph, we're from Huaxia Country, the masters of this mountain range. My name is Li Changsheng. Which sect are you from?"
Seeing that the villagers did not understand their clothing and appearance, Li Changsheng began to explain. He hoped the villagers would not grow suspicious of their identities, or he would be in serious trouble.
"Li Changsheng? You're the hero Li Changsheng? You're the great hero from our village?" Seeing Li Changsheng's attire, a five- or six-year-old child pointed at him and said, "Yes, I'm Li Changsheng. Little one, what's your name?"
Seeing the child's reverent expression, Li Changsheng felt rather pleased. He reached out and rubbed the child's head, saying with a smile, "Little one, what's your name?"
"My name is Wang Ergou. My parents sold tofu in the city. I came here with them to gather wild vegetables, but the bandits captured us. My parents were killed by the bandits, and I was left an orphan. I have nowhere to go now, so I can only come here to gather