This was a decision he had made out of helplessness.
Although he could figure out how to make a wooden raft, a proper boat was beyond him.
Even though the boats they had here were small, it was still safer than traveling by a wooden raft.
Previously, they had stored a lot of items on their wooden raft. Several villagers kept glancing towards it with interest. All of a sudden, a villager raised his voice. He spoke incomprehensibly.
Yi Mo, the village head, was right by the side. He approached the wooden raft and picked up the hatchet in their basket.
Yi Mo seemed to have declared something and in an instant, they were surrounded by the villagers. Everyone's expressions were fierce.
Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin had a sense of foreboding. However, they did not escape.
This was because they were dealing with over a hundred people and these villagers were familiar with the place. In this situation, there was no way for them to escape.
