"Sigh, a bunch of young people, always not believing in these things. Of all places to visit, they have to go to that ghostly place."
Old Li muttered as he led the way.
Bai Yanliang and his group of five had been walking through the mountain woods for most of the day, at least three hours by their estimate.
Fortunately, all five were in pretty good shape, frequently exercising, so even though they were tired from trekking in the mountain forest, they weren't at the point of being unable to move their legs.
The real concern was actually Uncle Li, who had taken two thousand yuan from Yu Wenxuan and immediately agreed to guide them without a word.
However, after another hour of walking, they realized their concerns were unnecessary.
The sixty-something old man was not only robust but also more agile than the youngsters.
"Uncle Li, how much longer until we reach Zhongyuan Village?"
Jiang Li wiped her sweat and asked; in terms of stamina, she was the weakest among them.
