"Now? A-are you kidding?" the farmer stammered.
"Yes, now. My two kids are missing, and they might have wandered into Coffin Village." Chen Ge could not afford to delay this any longer. The mountains were hard to trek through, and the two kids might get into some accident.
"Go ask another family." The water in the host's cup spilled out. He was clearly nervous and afraid. "I've only heard about the stories from the older generation; I don't really know the location."
He noticed Chen Ge's gaze changing, like it was turning colder, so he immediately added, "You can ask the seniors in the village. They must know something. I can bring you to go meet them."
When the farmer said so, Chen Ge nodded. "Please."
"Of course, of course." The farmer wiped the sweat from his brow and went inside the house to look for a flashlight.
