Visitor from Afar 10

After resolving the most urgent problem, Ye Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief and decided to eat breakfast and calm down.

She had just put the water on to boil when she heard a knock at the door. A woman's voice followed: "My lord, are you there? I heard you had some Willow Leaves to spare. Could you give us a few? We can trade supplies for them!"

Ye Zhao didn't answer right away.

The woman begged again, "Lord God of Slaughter, please! It's too dangerous outside. Those of us who are women really don't dare go out! We only need a few leaves!"

"Please, I'm begging you, help us! We're truly out of options..."

"You helped them, so help us too!" As she spoke, she began to sob. Her shrill cries echoed through the empty hallway.

Ye Zhao set down the package she'd only half-opened, picked up her water gun, and went to the door. Through the peephole, she saw a hunched woman outside. She looked anxious, knocking while keeping an eye on her surroundings, as if she were watching out for something.

The woman wore a filthy coat, and her tangled hair clung to her cheeks. Her complexion was unnaturally pale, and her shoulders trembled slightly as she spoke. She looked utterly pitiful.

The next second, she suddenly pressed herself against the peephole and stared inside with wide eyes. "You're watching me? You're watching me?"

Ye Zhao said nothing.

"I saw you! You're watching me! Open the door! Hurry up and open it!"

"Bitch, open the door!"

The woman began pounding on the door with tremendous force. The door panel shuddered and groaned, as if it might be smashed in at any moment. Ye Zhao pressed a hand against the metal bar braced behind the door. Mm,