Someone shouted, and the noisy crowd immediately fell silent.
Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes fell on the returning Hunting Team, or rather, the prey they were carrying.
One, two, three, four—no, there was also the one Chen Fan was dragging—five pieces of prey!
Oh my god, when was the last time the village had such a bountiful harvest?
"Gulp."
Wang Ping swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling, "Am I... am I dreaming?"
"N-no, I don't think so."
Zhao Feng shook his head with a dazed expression.
He was very sure that everything in front of him was real, not a dream.
Beside him, Zhang Ren also showed a look of shock.
Could it be, was it Chen Fan's doing again? It must be, there was no one else that could accomplish this.
The Hunting Team came closer and closer, each person beaming with smiles.
The team crossed the drawbridge and entered the village. Under the astonished and joyful gazes, they placed the prey on the ground.
