"Song Dingbo, could you have taken a wrong turn? This clearly is Shehong Stockade!"
Zhang San saw the bright lights inside and pointed cheerfully ahead, urging everyone to walk in.
But Zhang San himself did not move forward even a step.
He was certain that there hadn't been such a village here before; otherwise, how could it have been completely dark earlier?
Now, suddenly, it was lit up brilliantly.
Yet, Zhang San knew even better that with Zhao Siyang by his side, there was no need to panic.
Song Dingbo's face was a picture of astonishment. No matter how he looked at the village ahead, something felt off. With his mouth agape, he stuttered and couldn't utter a single word.
Wang Dada found the situation somewhat eerie, but he was here to look for his nephew after all. Gritting his teeth, he was the first to step towards Shehong Stockade.
