"Why are there wolves again?"
Someone asked with a trembling voice.
But now, no one had the time or energy to answer such questions.
Looking at those glowing green eyes, everyone felt breathless.
Some of the timid ones were already starting to sway, losing their footing.
Qi Quanjin was also terrified, but he still grabbed his axe and shouted, "Everyone, stay calm! Grab your weapons! Dalang, quickly lead the others to light the bonfire!"
Qi Dalang was also very scared, after all, he was only sixteen, but he was obedient.
Hearing his fourth uncle's shout, he hurriedly pulled Qi Erlang along to gather firewood.
Wang Daya saw this and hurriedly rushed over, clutching one of her sons and running into the crowd.
"Mother, why are you holding me? Let go quickly, I need to go light the fire!"
Qi Dalang struggled a bit, not daring to use too much force, afraid of hurting the other.
