"Who?"
A sudden shout instantly dispersed the mysterious and somber atmosphere.
The people from Dayang Village quickly turned around to see a group of men, both old and young, dressed in simple clothing and wielding sticks and hoes, storming over aggressively.
Leading them was an old man wearing a sheepskin hat and holding a Blade Pu.
His dark face flushed with anger as he cursed, "Without a word, without a greeting, you just come here to perform a forest ritual? What is the meaning of this?"
"Does your Dayang Village intend to snatch all the good fortune from the surrounding villages?"
"Or are you trying to attract some malicious entity and bring harm to all of us who scrape a living in this old forest?"
Seeing their hostile approach, the Dayang villagers who had come along also jumped up, hastily grabbing their tools as weapons.
