"Thirty years ago? Or twenty-five?" Luo Peng thought for a moment, furrowing his brows, "I don't really remember. Anyway, the place where the ancestor sleeps is just behind this village, a few mountains over."
"Let's go." Tianmiao, carrying a bag, took the lead and walked ahead.
"Yes, let's go quickly, or it'll be dark soon. Tonight we'll borrow a place to stay for the night, and look for it tomorrow morning." Wu Yihao said, even more eager than Liang Bing.
The winding muddy road could only accommodate two people walking side by side.
Before night fell, they saw a village.
At this time, wisps of smoke rose as each household prepared dinner.
As Tianmiao and the others entered the village, an old man stopped them at the entrance.
"Where are you coming from?" The old man, with yellow teeth and an unfriendly look, sized up Cui Wenyan and the rest from head to toe, and said coldly, "We don't welcome outsiders here. Leave immediately."
