Uncle Meng turned back and found Xia Liu standing dazedly in place, immediately shouting loudly.
The speed of those people is not something he can compare to.
If they don't run, they'll be dead in a few more minutes.
"Uncle Meng, how many of them came in total?"
Xia Liu asked.
"Why are you asking that? Just run for your life!"
Uncle Meng had no intention of answering Xia Liu, even if he knew, what could he do? Could he fight those people?
"Old Meng! What are you dawdling for? Hurry and run!"
"There are five of them, but each one is highly skilled. Our village already has five people captured!"
"Run quickly before they arrive!"
...
A large group of villagers ran back from outside.
Though you couldn't see their expressions.
Their urgent words and anxious eyes all signaled that disaster was near.
"I want to run too! But this guy won't go!"
Uncle Meng let go of his daughter's hand, wanting to forcefully take Xia Liu away.
