C531 We'll Face Our Enemies on Our Own

It's the night, around 4: 00 in the morning.

The residents living in the countryside woke up early to work as farmers. In a remote village house, there were no street lights on both sides of the road.

The male owner of the mud house yawned lazily and opened the door.

There was a gurgling sound, as if something had rolled out of the door and into the room