The direction the car was heading became increasingly remote, with every household nearby raising chickens and ducks in their yards. As the tricycle passed, occasionally there would be one or two households slaughtering chickens and ducks at their doors.
The tricycle drove for quite a while before reaching the destination. This area was sparsely populated, and Yuan Chengmo, worried they might not be able to catch a tricycle back, simply paid double fare to have the tricycle driver wait for them.
"It should be this house, no doubt," the tricycle driver pointed to a rundown little house on one side.
Qin Muni and Yuan Chengmo glanced in the direction he pointed, and upon seeing the disarray of the house, their smiles stopped.
You could tell at a glance this house hadn't been inhabited for many years.
Though they didn't want to admit it, it seemed they might have been fooled.
