"Ahem, ahem!"
Just as a few kind old ladies were chatting among themselves, a little old man with his hands behind his back was walking over from a short distance away, looking at Yan Huan and the others,
"How is it, still cold? I've sent Takazawa to find some suitable old clothes. In a while, you should change out of your wet clothes first."
"Alright, thank you, Grandpa. It's just, earlier we lost our phones, plus we got lost in the mountains, so I wanted to ask, where are we now?"
Before the village chief could speak, a few old ladies started to chime in,
"We don't really know exactly where we are either..."
"Yes, we've just always lived here, we only know this place is called Shenxiang Village..."
"It's a very old place... even the residents are just us old folks..."
"There's only one road leading out, and it's quite a distance to town..."
One by one, they spoke vaguely, as if they were chatting, giving Yan Huan a headache.
"Ahem, ahem!"
