But compared to this blood-soaked foreign man who could no longer pull his bow, the weapon in Lin Wanwan’s hand that could emit thunderous sounds was far more terrifying.

She truly was a deity, possessing the ability to strike lightning in clear skies!

The group exchanged glances, quickly sharing their opinions.

"I am willing to follow the deity!" The most quick-witted girl was the first to submit, bowing deeply to Lin Wanwan.

Soon, the others also bowed: "We are willing to follow the deity."

The pearls and glass beads they held, compared to their shabby clothes, were worth considering even if they weren’t celestial, not to mention having such abilities.

That wailing foreign man was one of the best warriors of the Southern Tribe; their fathers and brothers had suffered much at his hands, yet now he was easily felled by the deity!

Lin Wanwan had already stepped forward, taking out a first aid kit from her backpack and treating the man by removing bullets and stopping the bleeding.

Though there was no anesthetic or sterile clean environment, for someone who dared hide behind a tree to shoot arrows at her, the fact that she treated him was already quite generous.

Those unaware that Lin Wanwan was saving someone, watching her calmly tend to a bloodied wound, held their breath in fear!

This deity was rather ruthless! Not only did she strike lightning, but she also seemed to torture.

After removing the bullet, Lin Wanwan applied medicine and bandaged him, even using Yunnan Baiyao.

By now, the foreign man had lost too much blood and was barely breathing, whether he could survive depended on his luck.

The Southern hot and humid climate was unfavorable for wound recovery, but the medicine Lin Wanwan administered was miraculous in this world, so he should normally survive.

Lin Wanwan didn’t really care.

In ancient times when life was like grass, if she didn’t act first, she would be the one dying from an arrow wound.

This lawless place was more about jungle survival than even the Great Tang’s lands.

Lin Wanwan adapted well.

After treating him, she took off her disposable latex gloves and casually tossed them aside without considering environmental impact, then stood up.

Those who had never seen latex gloves watched in shock as Lin Wanwan peeled off a layer of skin from her hands.

The key was, after peeling off the blood-stained layer, her hands appeared even more pristine and jade-like!

Lin Wanwan turned back and smiled at them, bright as stars: "Let’s go, make a simple stretcher and take the captive to your territory."

With that, she extended a climbing rope.

No one dared object; they clutched their pearls and glass beads, glanced at each other, then tucked their treasures into their arms.

One person nervously stepped forward, accepting the rope with both hands, while others silently gathered bamboo, working together like a silent drama to make a stretcher.

Having grown up in chaotic territories, they had just survived an ambush before Lin Wanwan appeared.

If Lin Wanwan hadn’t appeared as a Han Chinese likeness, she would be seen as one of them.

Even if a deity, she was a deity of Han Chinese, so the other group of natives retreated completely.

Otherwise, the captive now wouldn’t be the man who dared to attack the deity, but the Han Chinese girls.

This place is chaotic; Han Chinese girls are the most easily kidnapped. People love to take them home, make them wives, and continually expand their tribes.

So whenever they went out to gather mulberries or do other things, they traveled in groups. Yet, ambushes were inevitable.

A thousand and four hundred years ago, girls did everything to survive; unlike those raised in Ivory Towers in later times, they could carry not just a man, but even a wild boar.

Lin Wanwan followed behind them, carrying her hiking backpack, holding a gun, looking relaxed but actually quite tense and alert.

She was wary of those in front, as well as those lurking in darkness and the various snakes and insects in the wild.

The Han Chinese settlement was not far from where Lin Wanwan crossed over; it took half an hour to traverse the forest and spot low houses and several fields in the distance.

Looking at the scene, who could believe that a thousand years later, this place would become a developed country with one of the highest per capita GDPs in the world?

Indeed, seeing such poverty and backwardness, Lin Wanwan felt more determined to make herself the Island Master of this place!

The group walked for a while among the crisscrossing paths, soon encountering workers.

Quickly, there was shouting, and people scattered in the fields began to gather around them. Lin Wanwan checked the safety on her gun, ready for anything.

If they showed any intent to attack her, she wouldn’t hesitate to act, and she’d aim for the body, not for limbs.

Her shooting skills weren’t strong; hitting a target was good enough, precision-pointing was unrealistic. The body was the largest target, so she’d definitely aim for its center.

In lawless places, a handgun becomes truth.

Purely persuading with virtue doesn’t work; even Confucius didn’t rely solely on education to enlighten the world; his sword was sharp too.

Fortunately, no bloodshed occurred; perhaps influenced by the girls’ descriptions of Lin Wanwan’s ruthlessness, others looked at her with fear mixed with caution and a touch of conciliation.

Though they were Hakka people, many could speak the Chang’an official language, allowing communication.

Those who had the means to sail overseas were not poor.

Some villagers already heard about the establishment of the Great Tang from traveling merchants and hoped to return home, but many chose to settle abroad.

This small village, primarily surnamed Du, chose to settle locally.

The captive on the stretcher was carried away, and news quickly reached the village elder.

Lin Wanwan did not enter the village, standing by the fields at the village entrance, waiting for the elder to arrive.

But the elder didn’t come; instead, someone hurriedly ran and shouted something in Hakka, which Lin Wanwan didn’t understand, but the person appeared very anxious.

The newcomer exchanged urgent words with the girls who brought Lin Wanwan, and soon the group began to kneel down again.

"Deity sister, three children in our village were bitten by venomous snakes. Their situation is dire; we beg you to save them."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanwan frowned slightly and asked, "Were the snakes caught?"

"One was killed, the other escaped."

There were actually two snakes; did they accidentally enter a snake’s nest?

The South’s danger lies in its numerous venomous insects and miasmas, and even though it’s December, this place is tropical with no winter.

Even a thousand years later, snakes remain one of the most abundant creatures in Lion City, along with many pythons.

Lin Wanwan pondered for a moment, then said: "Take me to see the situation."

"Yes."

Upon hearing about snakes, Lin Wanwan already felt nervous; she feared snakes the most.

But she couldn’t abandon her ’deity’ persona, and the bitten ones were children, inevitably stirring compassion.