When Li Yuan opened his eyes, the dazzling sunlight made him subconsciously raise his hands to block it. The palms were rough and dark, with dirt embedded between the nails. They were not at all the hands of an engineer who had been holding pens all year round in his memory.
"Village Chief! Village Chief, you are finally awake!"
A wrinkled face came close to his eyes, and the old man's cloudy eyes were full of anxiety. Li Yuan sat up suddenly, a sharp pain came from the back of his head, and he couldn't help but hissed.
"The old man said you can't go to the back mountain. That place is very evil..." The old man said nonchalantly and handed over a bowl of turbid water.
