The hill wasn't tall, but the trees were dense and flourishing. Although it wasn't as dangerous as deep mountains, the path was difficult to walk.
Lu Jingzhi had a good sense of direction, and even on the mountain, her steps were almost straight.
By the time the sun set in the west, she had reached the other side of the mountain.
Instead of immediately descending, she stood on a high point to observe.
Yangjia Village was just within reach.
The first thought that came into Lu Jingzhi's mind was - no wonder they were involved in human trafficking, the place indeed didn't look like a place where any girl would want to marry into.
For example, the closest house to her was extremely shabby, even more desolate than the thatched hut she had passed through when she first came here.
And what was more surprising, this wasn't an isolated case.
As far as the eye could see, all the thatched huts were uniquely ugly.
What was an exception in Lake West Village had become the norm here.
