"Alright. Since you're so sincere, I'll save you."
Then, a stone pillar floated up and landed in the woman's hands.
"Take this stone pillar back to your village."
"Yes, Mountain God Grandpa."
Hearing this, the woman was instantly overjoyed.
With her child on her back, she immediately headed down the mountain.
In Zhao Qingyu's eyes, the woman gritted her teeth, turned, and quickly left.
Women of the mountains truly were resilient.
And exceptionally bold.
She was going back to save her family—her husband and her other children.
When the woman reached the entrance to the village, she saw more than forty bandits surrounding it.
They were driving the villagers out one by one.
"Your village has owed our stronghold two thousand shi of grain for years!"
"Today, you must hand over thirty laborers, or we'll slaughter every last one of you like sheep!" the Bandit Leader shouted viciously at the village.
The villagers turned ashen, dropping to their knees one after another.
There were only two hundred people in the village to begin with. Losing thirty laborers at once meant only one thing: extinction.
Suddenly, a man shouted, "Xiao Cui, Xiao Cui, why did you come back?"
"Didn't I tell you to go up the mountain?"
The bandits turned around and immediately spotted the woman.
The Bandit Leader found it strange. "Something's wrong. Where did those two bastards, Ma Zi and Tie Tou, run off to?"
"Did they sneak away on their own?"
"Impossible. The government troops haven't arrived yet!"
Xiao Cui stared hatefully at the bandits.
They had killed her neighbors and her loved ones.
Then she fell to her knees. "Mountain God Grandpa above, please uphold justice!"
The stone pillar in her hand immediately flew into the air.
Before everyone's horrified eyes, it pierced through all forty-some bandits.