"Kill them."
Without a glance back, Zhou Fan uttered two quiet words laced with killing intent. He turned, took Chen Yao's small hand, and walked toward the village. Xiao Mei followed close behind. Meanwhile, Zhang Lei drew his dagger. Standing proudly, he gave the people getting out of the car a taunting wave and a smirk.
The village was deathly still, so quiet it was as if not a single person, not a single living creature, was there. But Zhou Fan still walked straight toward the northwest corner of the village, to a house that wasn't particularly large.
Looking at the large, rust-spotted iron gate before him, Zhou Fan didn't reach out to push it. Instead, he unleashed his aura.
The instant Zhou Fan unleashed his aura, three figures emerged from the courtyard. They were now staring grimly at Zhou Fan's group of three.
