Looking at the increasingly dark sky, Ning Fan muttered to himself, "Tonight, I'll meet you."
It's not the right time yet; the villagers haven't gone to rest.
When the last oil lamp in the village went out, the wooden hut suddenly opened.
The man seemed to completely blend into the night. Even with Ning Fan's eyesight, he could only make out a rough silhouette.
The man picked up the meat and vegetables on the ground and returned to the wooden hut.
He thought the man wouldn't come out again, but unexpectedly, the wooden door opened once more.
"Where is he going..."
Watching the man walk towards the outskirts of the village, Ning Fan felt a wave of puzzlement.
The man's steps were steady, continuously moving away from the village.
"Could he be deliberately luring me out?"
Thinking about this, Ning Fan hesitated for a moment, then quietly followed.
Before long, when the outline of the village had completely merged into the darkness, with not a trace in sight.
