"That's right! Those two stole things from our village, and now they're even slandering our villagers. It's outrageous! We beg the Divine Lord to uphold justice and severely punish them."
"They're so young, yet they refuse to learn what is right. They should be taught a proper lesson."
"If the two of them had come to ask us for food, we definitely would have given them some. But these children actually chose to steal. It looks like they've been habitual thieves since they were little—their parents never taught them properly."
"Exactly! Those two are nothing but disasters, coming here to bring disaster upon our village."
"Our son is kind, honest, and well-behaved. He's still so young—he absolutely could never do such a thing. I can guarantee it with my life. We beg the Divine Lord to believe us."
"Divine Lord, I think our son caught them stealing food, so they want to take revenge on him. Look at how kind and honest our son is—how could he possibly do something like that?"
Several young hooligans also chimed in, "That's right, that's exactly what happened. She's the one slandering us."
The girl felt deeply wronged and could not help but burst into tears. As she cried, she said, "Divine Lord, please believe me. I really didn't steal their things."
Mu Qing looked at the crowd with her beautiful eyes, frowning as she still did not know whose words to believe. Though so many people claimed the girl had stolen, the girl did not seem to be lying either.
A middle-aged woman nearby had personally witnessed what had just happened and wanted to say something, but a man beside her hurriedly tugged at her and whispered.
"Don't help those two outsiders. If they die, they die—it has nothing to do with us.