Kaoshan Village gradually returned to peace.
Yu Yong, Zhou Xiaocui, and the demons wreaked havoc, causing many villagers to die, and every household was in mourning, the entire village was immersed in grief.
However, life had to go on.
No matter what, farmers ultimately had to farm to live, going out early and returning late, sweating profusely on the land, to obtain the grains for worshiping the Divine and for sustenance, living in such a manner.
As days passed by, Kaoshan Village gradually became inconspicuous.
There was nothing special about it.
This remote village had always been this way, even the changing of dynasties had nothing to do with this small village, no matter how turbulent the world outside was, how many heroes arose, it was irrelevant to the people here who farmed.
In fact,
there were indeed many exciting things happening outside.
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