It was evening. Yi Hui and Shan Huang, who were with the autistic child Nobunai, thought that Nobunai was still young and would be prone to illness if he stayed in the wild with them. In the afternoon, they paid special attention to the location and found a village to stay in before dusk.

"Did blood rain often fall from the sky in the village some time ago, and the remains of monsters fell from the sky?" In the backyard of the village chief, Yi Hui listened to the chief's complaints and felt that this description was a bit familiar.

"Yes, because of these blood rains and corpses, all the crops withered, and the children and the elderly in the village fell ill!" The elderly village chief sighed and hugged

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