Ah Dao’s words were slow but resounding with force.
His voice fell upon everyone’s heart, causing all hands to clench into fists,
Qiu Er and Qiu San were the first to stand up.
As Qiu Er and Qiu San rose, more and more people also stood up.
Even the wounded, as if by an unspoken agreement, propped each other up to stand, signifying their desire to join Ah Dao and take revenge on their enemies.
Seeing Ah Dao’s ability to stir up the morale of the people, Xiao Chan was also pleased and added fuel to the fire, "The Seven-Person Team is willing to fight back to back with everyone!"
"Back to back fight!!!"
"Kill the bandits! Let the deceased rest in peace! Kill the bandits! Let the deceased rest in peace!! Kill the bandits! Let the deceased rest in peace!!!"
In the midst of resounding oaths, Ah Dao selected 55 people—this was the core strength of what remained of their team.
They would act as the vanguard to seek revenge on Mighty Hall, while the remaining injured and the elderly stayed behind to keep watch.
After all, the arsenic had arrived, and those suffering from malaria were still waiting for treatment.
The elderly, women, and children watched as their men went off to battle while shouldering the responsibility of caring for the wounded!
Speaking of which, when the main force left to avenge their fallen, Bai Junjun directly ran over to inspect the body of a bandit killed by the Wind Series Special Abilities.
When they buried their own, everyone ignored the corpses of the bandits, so they lay just as they had fallen.
Bai Junjun brazenly confiscated their bows and arrows and arrow feathers.
But as it turned out, the bandits’ bows and arrows were far superior to those homemade by Old Uncle Qiu’s household.
The Mystic Iron Bow was particularly heavy, and such weight lent the shot greater accuracy. The taut string, when plucked with a finger, would resound with a humming noise, to say nothing of when it was drawn fully—it was likely that even without any Special Ability, the arrows could pierce through trees.
This bow and arrows were truly exceptional.
Bai Junjun, pleased, slung the bow over her shoulder and started to rummage through another’s quiver.
Originally, these quivers had been full, but now only half remained, yet Bai Junjun didn’t mind—she simply shook out a few more quivers.
Bai Sasa, having observed from a distance, quickly came over to help her elder sister gather arrows.
The sisters moved effortlessly among the pile of corpses.
It was one thing for Bai Junjun, but it was surprising that even the young child Bai Sasa could be so down to earth.
She couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, "Aren’t you scared?"
After all, a terrifying battle had just taken place here, and everyone had only just returned from the brink of death at Ghost Gate Pass.
"Everyone must die someday, I’ve come to terms with that," Bai Sasa answered nonchalantly.
Bai Junjun was somewhat taken aback, "But just now..."
Thinking back to Bai Sasa’s anxious demeanor, she had thought she was...
"I’m not afraid of my own death, I’m afraid of you and our younger brother dying," Bai Sasa said, looking earnestly at Bai Junjun. "What’s there to fear about death? It’s just a matter of opening and closing one’s eyes. The one left behind to face it alone is the one who truly suffers."
Thinking of Doctor Wang’s young grandson and daughter-in-law, who were left helpless and alone, Bai Sasa felt an inexplicable sadness.
She couldn’t imagine what she would do alone in this world if her elder sister and younger brother were to die.
"Rather than that, I’d prefer to die in your place."
Bai Junjun softened her gaze, "None of us are going to die."
She wanted to pat the child’s head, but seeing her hand soiled by the corpses, she awkwardly withdrew it.
However, Bai Sasa didn’t mind at all and took Bai Junjun’s hand in hers.
At that moment, Old Uncle Qiu, having sent off Qiu Er and Qiu San, was looking for the Bai sisters when he turned his head to see the two of them hand in hand, smiling foolishly amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.