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In just two days, they would be home. The group set up camp, and as they drew closer to their village, the men grew increasingly cheerful. Drinking, eating meat, and chatting were their only forms of entertainment after a day of hard fighting. Everyone was in high spirits; although two had fallen during their journey, as Erniu put it, they were accustomed to this line of work. Before entering the mountains, they had prepared themselves for the possibility of not returning. To gain better rewards came with higher risks, and casualties were common in the Hunting Party. This time, however, they had gathered an impressive haul. Not only were their storage bags completely filled, but later on, Mo Wen also lent them storage bags he had obtained from the black-clad guards in the cave. Eventually, they had to process the beast meat according to Mo Wen's instructions, keeping only a portion of the freshly hunted game. By their own estimates, this was the largest bounty their village had seen in over a decade; the beast meat alone would be enough to feed the entire village for a year, not to mention the herbs and materials they had collected. They all knew that without Er Gou Brother, their haul would have been less than thirty percent of what it was now.
Now, with a team of over twenty people, each person was carrying burdens on their shoulders and hands while also having rolled-up Beast Skin strapped to their backs. At this distance, there were hardly any Demon Beasts around; even slightly stronger Beasts were rare. Thus, there was no need for the heightened vigilance they had maintained in the forest, allowing them to move much faster.
As they approached within five or six miles of the village, Erniu's expression began to change. The joy that had been evident on his face gradually faded into tension as his pace quickened. Over the past two days, Mo Wen had sensed something was amiss. Normally, there shouldn’t be any Demon Beasts nearby, but the surrounding area was eerily silent—there were no chirping insects or singing birds. If they were still in the forest, he would have warned everyone because such silence indicated they had entered Chimera territory. This stretch of road was already close to the village, and since he had never seen what it should look like near the village, he kept quiet. However, seeing Erniu’s anxious demeanor suggested that something was wrong back home. Observing Erniu's hurried movements made everyone quicken their pace as well.
As they emerged from the woods, they spotted someone pacing anxiously at the village entrance. The young man looked frantic and rushed over as soon as he saw Erniu and his group.
"Brother Erniu! You’re finally back!" he exclaimed.
"What happened?"
"I can’t explain it clearly; the Village Chief is waiting for you. You’ll understand once you get there." The young man noticed unfamiliar faces among the group and refrained from saying more.
"Let’s head into the village first," Mo Wen said as he looked toward the village gate. This must be what Erniu referred to as the Magic Circle. He took out the Identity Tag that Old Lu had prepared for him and held it tightly in his hand while many villagers already wore their Identity Tags—some hung at their waists and others on their chests.
"Er Zhuzi, hand your things over to Lao Si; take Er Gou Brother to rest," Erniu instructed as they entered the village. He then turned to Mo Wen with a wry smile and said, "Er Gou Brother, I’m sorry; something has happened in the village that I need to attend to."
Mo Wen handed his belongings to Old Five, whom Erniu had called over, and replied, "It’s no problem; if there’s an issue in the village, you should go take care of it."
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