In a farmhouse in a small mountain village, two groups of people were facing each other. Both sides were prepared for a fight, with roughly equal numbers. The atmosphere was tense... an ominous silence filled with the smell of gunpowder.,The person on the right is definitely going to survive, and the atmosphere in the whole courtyard has also relaxed. The two leaders looked at each other, tacitly understanding, and said, “In that case, we shall take our leave of Miss Zhou.”,The little servant was still chattering with the butler, but suddenly the butler stopped abruptly, his face contorted with terror. The little servant followed the butler's gaze and when he saw the child standing in front of them, his eyes widened in disbelief. Both of them simultaneously flashed a thought.。