The remaining members of Ten Thousand Poison Hall quickly got in line and filed out of Tianying Village.
For a moment, a crisis that could have led to the village's annihilation was averted.
Initially, only the men and some formidable Walking Corpses had come out to meet the battle.
But now, all those hidden weak, elderly, women, and children had come forth.
The whole village had gathered here, and their eyes on me were full of intense fervor, "Long live Miss Wanwan!!"
"Miss Wanwan is our brave warrior, our hero."
A crowd came over, snatched Little Turnip Head from my arms, lifted me up, and tossed me high into the air.
I was so scared I thought my heart would fail, being tossed up and down by the excited and enthusiastic villagers as I protected my belly.
Master Gu, upon seeing this scene, was fury personified, repeatedly pounding his dragon-headed cane, "Damnation!! You bunch of rascals if you harm the child in Wanwan's belly, my future grandchild, I'll kill you all."
His angry, out-of-breath scolding, though not loud, managed to quiet the boisterous celebration in an instant.
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"Wanwan, how are you? Does your belly feel uncomfortable at all?" Master Gu hurried over with his cane, anxiously staring at my belly as if it were as precious as his very eyes.
So, before even taking over Tianying Village, he was already focused on the next generation?
I scratched my head, "No, my Dumpling is very sturdy, don't worry, Grandpa Master Gu."
At this point, my heart felt a twinge of pain.
The matter of Little Dumpling losing half his Soul was something I dared not tell anyone in the village, fearing their worry and anxiety.
"It's good that nothing's the matter. Wanwan, although you distinguished yourself tonight, you must be careful in the future. Make sure not to stress the baby and remember to soak in Cold Moon Spring every day to strengthen your constitution."
After Master Gu finished fussing over Little Dumpling, he wobbled over to the group that had been causing a commotion, landing a fierce blow to each person's head with his cane.
No one could escape, and no one dared resist.
Seeing things had settled down, I spoke, "Master Gu, Maternal Granduncle~ everyone, no harm done. Shall I continue on to Cold Moon Spring?"
I had arrived in such a hurry that the garment I had been embroidering was still abandoned in the spring.
But the people here were honest and kind, and since Cold Moon Spring was off-limits, I wasn't worried about it being lost.
I wanted to find out about Dumpling's whereabouts sooner, so I was feeling a bit anxious.
No sooner had Yan Bashui nodded than the crowd suddenly gasped, looking in horror in the same direction.
Everyone whispered among themselves, "Is there one who slipped through the net?"
"Looks like a master, even wearing ancient clothing."
"What's there to fear? We have Miss Wanwan here, plus so many of our own people. He's just one man."
Could it be Yu Longting?
My heart surged as I followed everyone's gaze and saw a man dressed in Hanfu walking under the cold moonlight.
His stature was upright, his face stern.
Enveloped in the bright, frost-like moonlight, he seemed as if he descended from the deities.
But my heart sank in an instant, watching his approaching footsteps, I even took a few steps back.
And he still recognizes me in this ugly state...?
Noticing that the surrounding villagers were ready for combat, some summoning Gu Insects, some heroically drawing their swords, and even the Walking Corpses roaring...
I realized they mistook him for an enemy.
"Don't attack, he... is one of us," I said.
Yan Bashui rubbed his chin, "Looks unfamiliar, quite handsome too. Is he… Wanwan's... man?"
"No, just a regular friend."
I watched wide-eyed as Yun Hao approached, "Why have you come? Is there something you need?"
Without warning, Yun Hao leaned in close, almost pressing against me, his cool breath near my ear, "Mom, from now on, let me take care of you, protect you."