Everyone hurriedly drove the mule cart away from this place.

There was indeed a well at the end of the street. Gu Qing put the bucket down and drew up half a bucket of water.

Uncle Ma took a knife and took Gu Sanlang, Tieniu, the grandson of the eldest aunt, and Gu Jinsheng, the eldest son of the village chief, and walked around and found a house.

There were three main rooms in the house, which was enough for everyone to sleep in.

Uncle Ma took a few young men and took down the door panels in the middle of the three rooms, and the three main rooms were barely connected.

Then everyone drove the mule cart in.

Everyone hurried to cook.

There was a ready-made stove in the house, but it was only enough for one family. Aunt Liu stood there with a spatula, and no one went there anymore.

Everyone was more silent today than usual.

Only Huzi, Baoer, Shanyao, Lianqiao, and Donglai were still running around in the yard.

Bao’er bumped into Xinger while running, and Xinger screamed and pushed Baoer away: “Don’t touch me!”

Mrs. Qian looked over there, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Gu Zhong didn’t say anything either.

Lanzhi sat there, still shivering.

The uncle came over and asked: “Uncle Ma, are you still keeping watch tonight?”

Uncle Ma said in a deep voice: “The mule can only stay overnight in the yard, so someone must be left to watch it.”

“That man may have accomplices.”

The uncle nodded. In such a chaotic world, people can’t survive without sticking together.

After dinner, Uncle Ma directed everyone to unload the things on the mule cart and put them in the house. After arranging the people to keep watch, everyone went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Gu Fei was awakened by the sound of a gong and Gu Qing’s shout: “A thief has broken in, everyone gets up!”

Gu Fei hurriedly got up, grabbed her clothes put them on, and saw that Gu Qing and her uncle had retreated to the door of the house.

Gu Fei stood behind Gu Qing and looked outside. There was a fire in the middle of the yard, and seven or eight men stood behind the fire. If you ignore the machetes, kitchen knives, and axes in their hands, they look no different from ordinary farmers.

Gu Fei saw that the man who sold meat buns in the evening was also inside.

The leading man was not tall, but he was strong. He said without any fluctuation in his tone: “Hand over the food, and I won’t kill you.”

Gu Fei squinted her eyes and had a dagger in his hand.

At this time, Uncle Ma came out and stood in front of Gu Qing and the uncle, saying lightly: “We also need food to survive, so we can’t give it to you.”

“You have more people, and we have many people too. I advise you to leave quickly.”

The leading strong man waved the machete in his hand, “Then there is nothing to say, brothers, move–”

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the house. Before the strong man could react, he felt a chill on his neck, as if a gust of wind blew.

The strong man’s open mouth could no longer be closed, and a stream of blood shot out of his throat.

Gu Fei succeeded in one strike and quickly retreated.

The strong man covered his neck, shook a few times, and slowly fell.

The remaining men were stunned. The strong man was the most powerful one among them. Did he die just now?

Gu Fei stood in the middle of the yard holding a dagger in her hand, looking at the group of people coldly: “Get out now, otherwise, no one will survive.”

Some people stepped back, while others stood still.

The man selling meat buns suddenly said grimly: “What are you afraid of? It’s just a little girl.”

Someone whispered: “That little girl is scary——”