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The humans built bonfires and roasted meat. The land of the Jiana Tribe, which had mostly been devoid of human activity, was once again filled with the voices and laughter of humans.
Just then, Dong Rui emerged from the Demon Nest itself, his hair a total disaster, following the sound like a sleepwalker. He sat down by the fire and rubbed his hands together hard to warm them.
He had put that straw mask back on, so his face did not scare anyone this time. Even so, Tu Zhongli noticed an extra person by the flames and frowned. “And who’s this one?”
He Lingchuan thought, What are you getting annoyed for? This isn’t your territory. Out loud, he said, “An apothecary who got washed into the swamp with me. Zhu Erniang has him brewing some medicines.”
“Where are you two from?”
“Yuan.”
Tu Zhongli startled. “That far?”
One of his men sitting nearby was chewing fish meat and grinning. “I heard people in Yuan can barely eat anymore. Is that true?”
He Lingchuan shot him a sideways look. “Where’d you hear that?”
“My relatives live in Xun Province. They said people are starving to death, and yet the Royal Court of Yuan is still squeezing taxes from them harder, like they want the people to dig a meter into the ground to scrape up copper coins. So the Provincial Governor of Xun Province rebelled, left without...
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