The carriage raced onward, jolting violently.
Fortunately, none of the three people inside were ordinary. Chuntang had cultivated her blood essence to the point of Muscles and Bones Ringing in Harmony, while Fu Man was a small expert at the peak of the First Order.
That was the only reason they had managed to endure the journey without vomiting inside the carriage.
After roughly two hours, just as the sun was about to climb to its zenith, they finally reached the outskirts of Wang Family Village.
When they arrived at the village entrance, the carriage suddenly came to a halt.
Li Wei suddenly heard the eunuch driving the carriage, Wang Gui, begin breathing heavily.
Naturally, her expression did not look much better.
Li Wei's eyes narrowed slightly. Even through the carriage curtain, she could "see" the scene outside clearly.
At that moment, nearly a hundred people were packed tightly together on the grain-drying ground at the village entrance.
Judging by their clothing, they appeared to be local villagers.
Most of them were dressed in rags, patches layered upon patches. Their faces were waxen and yellow, and their eyes were filled with fear and numbness.
Everyone huddled together, shrinking back as more than a dozen thugs with clubs and faces full of coarse flesh surrounded them, like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
At the very front of the crowd, two old people with completely white hair and beards hung from a venerable tree by thick hemp ropes. They were as thin as bundles of dry firewood.
Their bodies were covered in cuts of all sizes and varying depths.
Blood was still flowing incessantly.
At the foot of the old tree, beside the well, a middle-aged couple with withered, emaciated faces had been forced to kneel by two thugs.