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In the evening, the villagers gathered together, all aware that Xiao Yun's family was about to leave. The villagers set up a banquet, and a bonfire burned in the center, casting light on everyone's faces. At this moment, perhaps there was true peace and joy.
The villagers expressed their gratitude to Zhang Dashan for helping them repair their tools over the past few days. From axes to knives, Zhang Dashan meticulously fixed everything, making the villagers' lives more convenient. They sat around the fire, each face glowing with sincere smiles, yet their eyes revealed a sense of reluctance.
The flames danced in the night, illuminating every smiling face while reflecting every trace of sorrow. The villagers began to sing the Mountain Song, an ancient dialect that had never been heard before. The melody was melodious, and the singing carried an unspoken sadness. Although the tune was cheerful, it concealed a deep sorrow, as if telling of the hardships and separations experienced on this land.
Xiao Yun sat by the fire, her gaze distant as she listened to the moving song. She felt the emotions in every note—love for life from the villagers, hopes for the future, and endless blessings for her family as they were about to leave. A wave of sadness washed over her, and tears involuntarily slid down her cheeks.
Zhang Dashan and Chunhua also sat quietly, feeling this final night. Zhang Dashan looked at the villagers' smiling faces, filled with gratitude and reluctance. He knew that during these days, his family had received the villagers' selfless help and warmth; this bond would forever be etched in his heart. He held Chunhua's hand tightly and gave her a determined look, letting her know that no matter how difficult the future might be, they would face it together.
The villagers continued singing the Mountain Song, their voices echoing in the night sky, bringing a sense of comfort and hope. In this moment, everyone was immersed in simple yet pure happiness, enjoying this fleeting tranquility and harmony.
Soon after, Zhang Dashan stood up and bowed deeply to the villagers, his gratitude evident. His voice was low and filled with emotion: "Everyone, thank you for your care and help during this time. Although we are about to leave, we will never forget your kindness."
One by one, the villagers stood up to bid farewell to Zhang Dashan's family, their eyes filled with blessings and reluctance. They knew this was a farewell they had to face, but their hearts remained full of hope and well-wishes for the future.
On this beautiful night, the firelight illuminated everyone's faces while the villagers' singing was filled with love for life and hopes for what lay ahead. Xiao Yun's family found a brief moment of peace and happiness on this warm land; this bond would always accompany them, becoming an endless source of strength on their journey forward.
As night deepened, the ancient Mountain Song still echoed above the village, carrying reluctance and blessings as Xiao Yun's family embarked on a new journey. No matter how many difficulties lay ahead, they would bravely move forward because they knew that these warm memories would always inspire them to find hope and light on their difficult path.
At the foot of the mountain, Wong Ji led his team along the mountain path. In the darkness, the trail appeared narrow and winding; the sound of their footsteps echoed against the stone walls, creating a series of dull reverberations. In the distance, the villagers' singing drifted along the mountainside; that ancient melody resonated through the valley with unspoken sadness and sorrow.
Wong Ji displayed an expression of extreme impatience; his brow furrowed with disdain and anger. He coldly said, "Damn it... these disgusting mountain natives are sickening." His tone was filled with deep contempt and disdain as if the villagers' song pierced his eardrums. The soldiers around him showed signs of embarrassment and unease upon hearing his words but dared not speak out in rebuttal.
Then, Wong Ji turned to Li Mu, his gaze filled with doubt and dissatisfaction. He asked sternly, "Hey! Are you sure that bastard escaped here?"
Li Mu remained silent, his expression cold and resolute, not even glancing at Wong Ji. His face showed no emotion as he continued to move forward in silence. The atmosphere in the group became tense due to this moment, and others dared not speak, fearing to provoke the irritable leader.
Seeing that Li Mu ignored him, a flicker of anger crossed Wong Ji's eyes, but he also knew Li Mu's abilities and status, so he held back from exploding. His subordinates felt the pressure as well; they exchanged glances filled with unease and apprehension.
At that moment, a young soldier in the group could no longer contain himself. He stepped forward and loudly said to Li Mu, "My Lord Li, Lord Wong is asking you a question! Why aren't you answering?" His voice carried a hint of threat and dissatisfaction, clearly displeased with Li Mu's silence.
Li Mu remained calm, not responding to the soldier's provocation. He merely turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the young soldier like lightning, causing him to involuntarily take a step back, feeling a chill run down his spine. Li Mu's authority and cold demeanor rendered him speechless, making him hesitate to say anything further.
Wong Ji glared fiercely at the three Shadow Guards behind him, his eyes flashing with discontent and fear. The three were indifferent and expressionless, resembling three cold statues. They were elites among the Shadow Guards, exuding an aura of frostiness that made the surrounding soldiers wary of approaching.
These three Shadow Guards had found reliable leads in Baiyue Village. The guy named Lao Liu had been tortured beyond recognition by them, but he was indeed a tough man; even before dying, he didn’t divulge any useful information. Lao Liu's gruesome death left Wong Ji feeling unsettled; although he was cruel and cunning, the tortures of the Shadow Guards still frightened him.
Thinking about how Lao Liu looked when he died sent a shiver down Wong Ji’s spine. He remembered the scene vividly: Lao Liu was battered and bruised, his skin torn and rolled back, yet he still gritted his teeth and refused to reveal any information. That bloody and brutal moment filled Wong Ji with dread. He did not want to recall this memory; even as cunning as he was, the methods of the Shadow Guards exceeded his imagination.
Wong Ji took a deep breath, trying to calm the fear within him. He knew that the presence of the Shadow Guards added a layer of assurance to their mission but also brought an invisible pressure. These three cold-blooded killers could pose more threats and unrest at any moment.
"You better ensure that this information is accurate," Wong Ji said coldly, his tone carrying a hint of threat and warning.
One of the Shadow Guards, Two, responded icily: "Our information has never been wrong. As long as you don’t hold us back, we will definitely complete the mission." His tone was frigid and devoid of emotion, causing Wong Ji’s heart to tremble.
Wong Ji suppressed his anger and turned away, secretly cursing these cold-blooded killers in his heart. He knew he could not control them; he could only rely on the leads they provided to complete the mission. But this sense of powerlessness and fear filled him with immense anger and frustration.
The team continued to move along the mountain path, the villagers' singing still echoing in their ears, carrying a hint of unease and tension. Wong Ji was filled with doubt and impatience, but he knew that this pursuit had only just begun. No matter how many difficulties lay ahead, he would spare no effort to complete the mission.
Li Mu silently followed the team, observing everything with a cold gaze. He had his own plans and thoughts, and he remained wary and alert towards the Shadow Guards. He understood that while these individuals were powerful allies, they also posed hidden threats that could bring unpredictable variables at any moment.
As night deepened, the silhouettes of the team faded into the shadows. This pursuit, fraught with danger and uncertainty, would determine their future and fate. Regardless of the challenges ahead, both Wong Ji and Li Mu had to face them, for this was the path they had chosen and the mission they had to fulfill. In this valley filled with unknowns, their fates were already tightly intertwined, inseparable.
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