Xiangyang Village is not far from the Capital City, but it is definitely not close either.
At noon, the sun was blazing.
Five hours passed, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom exited the highway, onto a winding, uneven country road.
But soon, a few people were all looking puzzled.
About twenty li away, right above Xiangyang Village, thick smoke billowed continuously into the sky, as if draping a dark curtain over the azure blue sky.
Xiangyang Village is a poverty-stricken village with difficult living conditions, and indeed many villagers still have chimneys at home.
But how could cooking smoke be so thick and even from such a distance, one could faintly smell that pungent odor?
After driving a little further, Ye Huan stepped on the brake.
The car came to a sudden stop.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Over a hundred people were seen covering their noses as they coughed, yet they kept running towards this direction...
No, to be precise, they were "fleeing" in this direction!
