Everyone exchanged glances.
But Tian Dawei, who had lost a finger, obviously didn't plan to give anyone any face.
"I've become disabled! You think we're just going to let this slide?" He pointed at the Old Village Chief's nose, cursing loudly.
The commotion at the village entrance quickly spread throughout the village, and soon, a dense series of door-opening sounds echoed.
One by one, dark and skinny faces peeked out from the cracks in the doors, staring at them.
Even someone as rough as Tian Dawei shivered.
No other reason... it's just that these villagers, who leaned half their bodies out of the cracks, were too ugly.
No... or maybe they were... just too strange-looking.
Although they weren't deformed or disabled, their features were extraordinarily bizarre. Some had eyes that were astonishingly small, others had mouths that were alarmingly large. In short... they were filled with an eerie sense of mismatch.
