Qin Yao was very fortunate to have had the foresight to bring torches from home.
By this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the surrounding area was full of low hills connected by wild grass and thickets. Looking out, a stretch of blackness reached the horizon, with no end in sight.
Having set off from Fake Ya Village, Qin Yao had already walked for more than an hour and had not found any village.
Just as Qin Yao began to doubt whether she was on the wrong path, a faint glimmer of light appeared in the darkness, accompanied by the sound of barking dogs.
Half sliding, half running down the slope, Qin Yao finally saw a small village hidden in a mountain hollow.
At the village entrance, there was a simple earthen shrine made of tiles, with a wooden sign next to it inscribed with the three childlike characters for Xinghua Village.
Qin Yao let out a half sigh of relief; she had finally found Xinghua Village.
