Deadwood Village.
Zhou Zhou and the other three entered the village without any obstruction.
There were very few of them, only about 100 people in this village.
Every one of their faces was haggard and hungry.
When they saw Zhou Zhou and the others arrive, they immediately walked out to look at them.
Their eyes were filled with anticipation, pity, fear, nervousness, and many other emotions.
Zhou Zhou had prepared some words but he immediately fell silent seeing this scene.
Just as they were halfway there.
A sallow old man walked over shakily with the help of a tall and thin young man.
"Grandpa!"
"They seem to have something to say to Grandpa."
"They didn't look like bad people, so I brought them here."
Ah Zhuang said and glanced at Zhou Zhou.
Ah Zhuang's grandfather smiled bitterly.
Then, he retracted his expression and looked at Zhou Zhou and the others before bowing respectfully.
