Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Revenge Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Revenge Ah Dao was both angry and annoyed, but when he saw the young master still furrowing his brow in his slumber, his face etched with pain, Ah Dao couldn’t summon his anger anymore.

Ah Dao silently went outside, where Xiao Chan was leading everyone to bury the deceased.

Doctor Wang’s wife and son had already died on the road during their flight, now leaving only a daughter-in-law and a grandson who was not yet fully grown.

The mother and child, bereft of Doctor Wang’s protection, wept with heartrending sorrow, alongside others who had also lost their loved ones that very day.

At least Doctor Wang would be remembered by people, but their relatives had left behind nothing but grave buns.

So, they wept even more desolately.

Everyone was deeply moved by their wailing and weeping.

Old Uncle Qiu’s family was fortunate enough to have dodged a calamity in this turmoil.

When three Flowing Fire Arrow Feathers came shooting their way, Old Uncle Qiu sensed something was amiss. He and Qiu Da each grabbed a child and ran back without looking back.

It was so sudden that they didn’t even have time to take care of Qiu Er or Qiu San.

It was because of this that they were the first to rush into the crowd.

What followed was a standoff, Doctor Wang’s death, a renewed struggle, arrow feathers streaming and a violent wind gusting—a series of crises that occurred in an instant.

Before the fight, Uncle Qiu, in a bout of quick thinking, led them behind a horse carriage, thus avoiding the indiscriminate arrows that could have pierced their hearts.

However, Old Uncle Qiu missed the scene of the flying arrow reflecting in the sky and striking down the bandits while hidden behind the carriage.

At that moment, he felt utterly dejected, convinced that his family was doomed here.

Yet, it was precisely at that time that he saw a slender girl standing up on a nearby giant tree.

She steadily drew her bow, placing an arrow and pulling the string to its limit, ready to release like a full moon.

With a gentle release of her fingers, the arrow shot forth like a streak of fire toward them at high speed.

Old Uncle Qiu instinctively followed the trajectory of the flying arrow and, in the next second, saw it strike the bandit leader, sealing his throat.

Old Uncle Qiu collapsed, his legs giving out as he fell to the ground.

This battle… had finally come to an end.

Bai Junjun had saved their family once again!

However, like Old Uncle Qiu, there were not many who noticed Bai Junjun; after all, the situation at the time was too chaotic, the sky filled with errant flying arrows, and Qiu Er and Qiu San were also hiding in the bushes, shooting cold arrows to help.

So, the group didn’t really distinguish who had taken down the bandit leader.

But regardless, Xiao Chan of the Seven-Person Team, Rabbit, and even Qiu Er, Qiu San, and all those brave enough to stand up were today’s heroes.

But such a victory was too harrowing, and the people, having reorganized themselves, were engulfed in sorrow.

It was at this moment that a ramrod-straight figure slowly walked over.

Usually, he sat on top of the horse carriage, his face covered by a cloak making no contact with anyone, and people instinctively avoided provoking this grim reaper.

But now, this icy faced young man for the first time lifted his cloak’s hood to reveal his entire face.

It was a face with chiseled features, fierce and sharp as if honed by frost, with eyes and brows like bladed weapons.

He glanced over the crowd, their faces etched with despair, and asked slowly.

“What are you crying for?”

All around there was silence; everyone hung their heads and remained mute.

“Tears cannot bring back the dead. Perhaps while you are wallowing in self-pity and weeping, the bandits will return. When that time comes, will you resist with your tears?”

“Now our camp has suffered a severe blow, and we are forever separated from our dear friends by the gulf between life and death. All this trouble was caused by the greed of the bandits. If we don’t eliminate them, more innocent people will die in vain. When should we take our revenge if not now!

Instead of crying here, pick up your weapons!

All brave men, follow me!”