Chapter 540: Many Fleeing Famine People Arrive Outside

"Take a look—does it work the same as your Beast Taming method?"

Nan Qinghuan saw a Sheep Skin Scroll in his hand, reached out, took it, opened it, and saw some drawings she couldn't understand at all.

"This is…"

"Can you read it? That picture, as I explained, actually has a spell; I've already figured it out, try it when you have time."

Nan Qinghuan shook her head and handed the Sheep Skin Scroll to him, "Can't read it; without text there's no way to read it. Looks like the Beast Taming Tribe also has no writing."

"Qinghuan, do you think they're sincere?"

"Of course."

Nan Qinghuan still believed that, nodded and analyzed their current situation, "Think about it—the Beast Taming Tribe wants to farm, they need our help, and they're showing their Beast Taming skill, which means they're not defending against us. I think they can be trusted."

Ying, originally very suspicious, now believed after hearing Qinghuan's words, nodded, "Alright, I trust what you say; you're absolutely right. By the way, we have a clue about the person who took our child."

"Clue? What clue? Weren't those two people killed?"

"It was someone I captured last time; one captive testified that he heard their Tribe's Horn Sound, which is their signal for communication."

"Horn Sound?"

"Qinghuan, don't go out these days unless necessary. I suspect the leader of the Baiqi Tribe has already arrived, waiting in the shadows to deal with us."

Ying's voice was low, but it reminded her; she recalled her senior brother saying the same when he came to find her, and indeed both men were very vigilant.

"So what do we do now? The Small Town is nearing ten thousand people; too many to search."

"We've already found a way; this person is willing to try to help us locate Duo Fa."

"Duo Fa?"

"Exactly, the son of the Baiqi Tribe leader is named Duo Fa."

This made Nan Qinghuan even more convinced that the person could no longer stay hidden.

"Alright, then we'll lure him out."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see that person and we can discuss a plan on the way."

"Alright."

As the couple prepared to go down, Ashu's voice came from not far away; Ashu hurried toward them, "Ying, Goddess, many pitiful people have arrived outside, what should we do?"

"Pitiful people? What do you mean?"

What the couple didn't expect was that at the Small Town gate, many pitiful people suddenly arrived, ragged‑clothed and apparently fleeing disaster, with elders, children, and some wailing infants—a total chaos.

Rongdi feared they were spies or troublemakers, so he ordered the Town Gate closed; those people all piled beneath the Town, blocking the gate.

They wouldn't let them approach, but the people inside also couldn't get out.

When Ying and Nan Qinghuan arrived, Rongdi and Yao were still standing there watching this group of unknown origin; both of their drunkenness had already worn off.

Each performed his duty.

They are generals; protecting the Small Town's safety is paramount, so these people were driven outside and not allowed to enter.

And the people inside the Small Town also didn't want them to come in, fearing they might carry plague.

People are like that; they lived a hard life before, but even after things improve they still mind those who lived the same as before.

Many people are unwilling to lend a hand.

"Rongdi, Yao, what's going on?"

"Ying, Qinghuan, you've arrived; look, this afternoon dozens of such people came here. I feared they were spies sent by the Baiqi Tribe, so I had everyone driven out. Look at how they dress—tattered, it makes one uneasy."

Rongdi had little patience or compassion; for these tribe members he showed no mercy, fully suspecting they were spies.

They are spies of the Baiqi Tribe.

Nan Qinghuan looked down and saw elders, children, and some infants about the size of her own child, wailing miserably; it was very pitiful.

"What exactly is happening? Didn't you ask them?"

"Goddess, it seems they are fleeing disaster, but we've never seen clothes like theirs; perhaps a tribe suffered a great calamity that wiped them out, so they fled here."

"Let us in, please, please, my child is so hungry. Didn't you say when we came here Ying would help us? Ying, where are you?"

Someone below was actually shouting Ying's name, asking him to step forward and help them; Ying furrowed his brow and stayed silent. Yao shook his head, "We should still drive them away; why not release the Wolf Pack?"

In his view, these people of unknown origin shouldn't be let in; they'd disturb the peace here.

Hearing Yao's words, Nan Qinghuan's eyes widened, "What are you saying, release the Wolf Pack? Look, these are elders and children, how can you say such a thing?"

"Goddess, it's not that I won't rescue them, but since their origins are unknown, look, we can't save so many."

"Yes, Qinghuan, don't be soft‑hearted; I think they're just spies, the Baiqi Tribe people want to deal with us, they'll think of any method."

Everyone says that group are spies, but Nan Qinghuan doesn't think so; where would spies bring infants? This is clearly Fleeing Famine People from the Remote Antiquity Era.

Because she saw they were carrying their belongings; isn't that fleeing famine? "What spies, open the Town's doors for me, I'll go take a look."

"Qinghuan, don't meddle; if they are spies you'll be in trouble."

"How could they be spies? Look, they're all children and women. Ying, accompany me down to see, okay?"

As Town Mayor, Ying has the authority to decide this group's fate; he also knows Yao and Rongdi's thoughts, and he is indeed considering whether they are spies of the Baiqi Tribe.

However, he couldn't ignore what Qinghuan said.

So… he paused, then nodded, "Alright, I'll accompany you down to see. If anything's amiss, Random Arrow will kill them."

His voice wasn't loud, but carried a hint of deterrence: Random Arrow will kill.

Nan Qinghuan's heart suddenly tightened, and then Rongdi had someone open the Town's gate; once opened, those elders and women tried to stand up.

"Save us, we're so hungry."

After going out, Nan Qinghuan and Ying saw the situation: only women and elders, no adults.

What tribe is this? She hurried with Ying to an elderly man; he wore ragged clothes, his skin was dark, he wore no Shoes, his hair was a mess, and hunger made his steps falter.

Nan Qinghuan's nose twitched with acidity as she leaned down and asked the elder, "Elder, where did you come from, and what has happened on the Jiuzhou Dadi?"