"Demons?" A sharp gleam flashed in Su Chen's eyes.
Demons had appeared at the foot of the Butterfly Mansion's mountain?
Could they be coming for me?
No.
Muzan and the Upper Ranks shouldn't know I'm here.
It should be a coincidence.
Murata continued, "Luckily, the village chief noticed in time. He's the old man you were just questioning. He gathered all the residents together."
"Everyone held off the demon's attacks together, and since it was already the early hours of the morning, people here were only injured. No one died."
"That's wonderful," Su Chen suddenly said.
"Yes, it really is." Murata still sounded shaken. "When I rushed over, I thought something terrible had happened."
Then Murata turned around and pointed at the medicinal herb fields in the courtyard behind him.
"Unfortunately, the doctors here have limited skills, and there are far too many wounded."
"Even with all these medicinal herb fields and money in everyone's pockets, they still can't get treatment."
Murata sounded anxious. "If this continues, their wounds will keep getting worse."
At his words, the villagers in the room lowered their heads in dejection.
After spending all of last night in fear, they had thought they had made it through.
But as it turned out, their real ordeal was only beginning now.
Wounds inflicted by demons were different from those caused by other animals and required special treatment.
Otherwise, they would deteriorate very quickly.
Since arriving, Murata had spent a long time trying to work out a solution with the villagers.
In the end, all they could do was line up at this locally renowned unlicensed doctor's place and receive treatment one by one.
Murata continued, "It really is too slow here, and there's only one doctor. He can't treat everyone. There are still two seriously injured patients