C277 Strange village(2)

The old man lived alone. The house was shabby and gave off a musty smell. The kitchen was connected to the bedroom, but it was blocked by a partition. One could vaguely smell the smell of oil smoke coming from the kitchen. There was only a braised kang, a dining table, and a wooden stool in the bedroom. There wasn't even a place to sit.

Noticing Murong Ling's gaze