Chapter 196: Hero or Coward?

X Town.

X Village.

The villagers fled back in panic, in a miserable state.

Many people had been scared out of their wits by the tragic situation, their eyes lifeless, and fallen into the snow.

The screams of the wounded echoed one after another, and some people were grieving for their deceased loved ones. The women who stayed at home were all frightened when they saw this scene.

They originally thought they could welcome the returning hero and had a large amount of supplies as spoils of war.

But he didn't expect how strong the team was when they went, and how embarrassed they were when they came back.

And the number of people had actually decreased by nearly half!

"Where is my son? Where is my son?"

"Yong, Yong."

"Wait a minute, where's my husband? Has anything happened to him?"

Women panicked as they searched for their fathers, husbands, and sons.

Both survivors and survivors were heartbroken.

Barry stood on the ice and snow square, feeling particularly uneasy as he watched the miserable situation of the villagers.

"I have already warned."

Barry sighed and quickly returned to his home.

He was unwilling to face these grieving villagers.

But not long after, someone broke into his home.

"Barry! What are you hiding here for?"

His cousin Yong grabbed his arm and anxiously said, "Come with me quickly, Grandpa is almost dead! He wants to see you."

Upon hearing that Grandfather John was on the brink of death, Barry was also startled and quickly followed him to John's home.

By the time he arrived panting heavily with his obese body, John's doorstep was already crowded with people.

When people see Barry, their eyes were full of complexity.

This look made Barry feel a chill in his back.

Because from the eyes of these villagers, Barry did not see any expression of gratitude, but only complaints, even disgust!

"Pooh!"

A fellow uncle spat on the ground.

A woman wiped away her tears and gritted her teeth, saying, " Barry! I heard you didn't come with us this time. Why don't you go?"

"You are the lucky one in our family who has extraordinary abilities. When things happen, you don't want to take the lead, but instead act like a shrinking turtle at home."

"Do you know how many people in our family died because of you?"

Barry broke out in a cold sweat. This aunt had always been strong willed, and he was also very afraid.

"Also... it wasn't me who asked them to go. I persuaded them."

Barry whispered.

But others didn't hear it at all, or didn't care if they heard it.

So many people had died in the family, almost every family had a man killed in action, so naturally there was a strong sense of resentment.

A group of people were gossiping and pointing fingers at Barry, accusing him.

"If you had been there at that time, you could have easily manipulated the ice and snow with your skills, and it wouldn't have caused everyone to be killed by the bomb."

"What are you thinking in your mind?"

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Barry felt a surge of anger in his heart, and he wanted to shout loudly, 'It's not me who asked you to go! It's none of my business!' But he was used to staying at home, and no matter how beautiful his thoughts were, he couldn't be reckless in front of his family elders.

At this moment, a refined old man with glasses and a comb of three or seven parted hair walked out.

"Alright."

As soon as the old man spoke, other ethnic groups restrained their words, but their eyes still glared fiercely at Barry. The old man glanced at Barry meaningfully and said, "Go in, My Brother is calling you!" This was Ewan, the sixth elder brother of the family and the younger brother of John. He was also a successful and prestigious figure in the family. Barry lowered his head and crossed over to the room.

The house was built by him using ice and snow.

After the heavy snowfall, the surrounding households were buried by the snow. It was he who used his skills to help build houses for each family.

Ice and snow had good windproof and insulation functions, and it actually felt quite good to live in.

The only drawback was that the indoor ignition basin or candle would melt over time and needed to be repaired frequently.

On the bed in the ice house, John laid dying.

He was already very old.

After this shock, he was completely distracted and forced to have a problem.

Seeing Barry coming over, John's face showed a guilty expression.

"Barry, you're here."

Barry quickly walked up to the bed and said, 'Grandpa!'

John weakly said, "It's all my fault for not listening to you! Otherwise, our family members wouldn't have died so many times."

Barry's nose twitched.

He didn't know how wronged he felt when he was accused like that by the villagers.

Fortunately, the village chief understood him.

John continued, "Ah! I'm also confused. I thought that since the snowstorm, we haven't lost any wars with the surrounding villages, so there aren't many people who are our opponents."

"But now I understand that the reason why our village is powerful is because of you."

"It's just a group of villagers who farm and fish, what are they pretending to be? In the end, they risked their lives."

When a person was about to die, their words were also good.

John suddenly regretted at this moment, but unfortunately it was too late.

He looked at the chubby little man by the bed and took his hand, saying, "I have already told them about those people in the family. If you want to complain, blame me, this old man. You can't be blamed for this."

"How can ordinary people like us defeat those extraordinary people with great abilities?"

"They have all lost their family members now, and perhaps they will say some unpleasant things to you. I hope you don't blame them! After all, we are all of the same clan, and we need to help each other to survive in such times."

Upon hearing these words, Barry was also somewhat moved in his heart.

He nodded and said, " Grandfather, I know. I won't take it to heart."

John gave a bitter smile and said, "I'm about to die. Before leaving, I just couldn't rest assured about the family, afraid that our family would cut off our bloodline."

"So Barry, before Grandpa leaves, I beg you for something. I hope you can protect the family well."

Barry looked surprised and quickly clenched John's hand, saying, " Grandpa, what are you talking about? Your body is fine."

The smile on John's lips was somewhat forced.

At a certain age, people were very familiar with their own bodies.

They can even foresee their own death.

"Barry, Grandpa has left. From now on, the family will be entrusted to you."

After John finished speaking, he waved his hand to Barry.

"Alright, you can go out. I'm tired and want to take a break."

After speaking, John slowly closed his eyes.

Barry felt uneasy and called out several times, " Grandpa."

"Don't shout, don't shout."

"I'm tired, let me sleep for a while."

John left this sentence as if muttering, then his head tilted and he passed away suddenly.

Barry quickly called out the people outside.

The family rushed in and saw John, who had already closed his eyes. They immediately burst into tears.

After Barry realized that no one cared about him, he walked out dejectedly.