At this time, dusk had settled in, and not wanting to spend another night sleeping on tree branches, you quickened your pace.
"Stop!"
As you neared the village, two people jumped down from the trees, each wielding a wooden stick, blocking you from the left and right.
Seeing these two teenagers, you immediately smiled and said to them, "I'm not a bad person, I just want to find a place to stay in the village for one night."
The boy on the left looked up at you; your burly figure seemed as imposing as a giant to them. Perhaps because of the invisible pressure you carried, he took a few steps back, pointed the stick at you, and shouted, "Without the village chief's permission, no one can enter the village!"
"You don't look like a good person, leave quickly!"
