The man swallowed nervously. “We’re… refugees too. We just want to travel together…”
He spoke smoothly—too smoothly.
Shen Qingge didn’t believe a word.
“I gave you a chance. You wasted it.”
She lowered the gun and fired at his thigh.
“Bang—!”
“Ahhh—!”
He collapsed, screaming, then fainted.
She splashed water on his face.
“Now will you tell the truth?”
“I will! I’ll tell you everything!”
Terrified, he confessed.
They weren’t from the same village.
Two months ago, they joined this group—only to be betrayed.
One night, the group robbed and slaughtered them.
Those who resisted were killed.
The strong ones were forced to join.
The elderly were abandoned.
Women were sold.
Children were traded—or even eaten.
Shaking, he begged for mercy.
Shen Qingge knocked him out again and captured others to confirm the story.
Their accounts matched.
“I won’t kill you,” she said. “But if you warn them, you’ll regret it.”
“Now leave. Whether you survive is up to you.”
Then she went straight to the leader’s tent.
Inside, she smelled a faint fragrance.
Sleeping drug?
Useless against her.
She approached the bed.
The man attacked instantly.
They fought, but he soon fell behind.
Desperate, he took a hit and escaped through the window.
She chased him to a cliff.
Without hesitation, he jumped.
She followed and found his body below.
Still warm.
Only then did she dismiss her doubts.
Back at the village, she explained everything.
The chief, seeing the corpse, had no choice but to believe her.
“This is unforgivable… how could they do such inhuman things?”
“What matters now is what to do with the rest,” she said.
The villagers gathered.
Some cursed, some felt grateful—but some were ungrateful.
An old woman mocked, “Your son married a fierce wife. He’ll suffer.”
Liu Mother exploded in anger.
“If not for Shen Qingge, you’d be dead already!”
The chief intervened.
“Enough! This is serious.”
The old woman fell silent.
The chief continued, “Now, we decide what to do next.”