An old man had somehow appeared beside the car. His face was a web of wrinkles, his eyelids drooped, and his cloudy eyes looked unsettlingly eerie. The sudden appearance of someone in this remote village was frightening, to say the least.
Gu Moning let out an involuntary gasp, her face turned pale. Zhao Dong's heart also skipped a beat.
Zhao Dong sized up the old man before finally asking in a deep voice, "Old Sir, what brings you here?"
The old man's cloudy eyes glanced at the people in the car as a strange, eerie smile slowly spread across his gaunt face. "Young man, what brings you folks here?"
Zhao Dong glanced at Gu Moning in the rearview mirror. Gu Moning bit her lip and said, "Old Sir, my family is from here. My grandfather was Gu Jianyuan."
