Ah Wang carried the already badly damaged head wolf, holding a torch and walking in front.
Liu Ji carried the exhausted and weakened Da Lang in the middle.
Qin Yao held her own and Da Lang's weapons at the back. The three adults and one child returned to the Liu Family Village an hour later than the Wolf Killing Team.
Over at the ancestral hall, it was brightly lit at this moment.
The sixteen wolf carcasses from the Wolf Killing Team were neatly arranged on the drying mats outside the ancestral hall doors.
The hour was already quite late, by this time on other days, the villagers would already be asleep.
But tonight, sleep was destined to be elusive.
From young to old, every family, regardless of the freezing cold, gathered at the ancestral hall entrance, pointing and discussing the sixteen wolf carcasses, their emotions excited, unable to calm down for a long time.
