I didn't think too much and followed Bai Ling into the mountains with my suitcase.

The road into the village is a small path, winding and rugged, very secretive. Without someone to guide, you would definitely get lost in the mountains.

Along the way, we walked, stopped, and rested several times before reaching the front of the village.

The village is built against the mountain, with ancient and quaint buildings scattered around. Outside, a clear stream surrounds it, as beautiful as a picture.

As we crossed the small bridge and entered the village, several villagers stopped their work and looked at us.

Bai Ling greeted them, and they responded warmly, but their eyes kept scanning me.

Walking in the village, I couldn't take my eyes off these houses that exuded a strong sense of time.

One building left a deep impression on me. It was a stone platform with two pitch-black stone pillars on top. The platform was hollow underneath and filled with a lot of firewood.

Bai Ling told me that it was the execution platform in the village, used in the past to burn people who had committed serious crimes.

I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, so I stopped looking at that platform.

Suddenly, my wrist tightened, and a bony hand full of wrinkles grabbed me forcefully.

Another hand was touching and occasionally pinching me, as if selecting a piece of merchandise.

An old voice came softly from behind:

"So young, so good, hehe..."