The car had yet to enter Bamboo Island Village, but it was already very bumpy.
The road here was still the original muddy road. Because it had not been repaired for a long time, the road was full of potholes.
In addition, there had been a heavy rain in Yang Cheng these past few days, making it even more muddy and difficult to travel.
The two of them were so dizzy that they finally entered the village.
Chen Xuan's BMW mini was already muddy, and her heart ached so much that tears were about to fall.
Although the road was not easy to walk, the houses in the village were still passable.
Basically, they were all self-built farmer buildings. The tallest building was only three stories high, and the red tiles and white walls were neat.
However, the village gave the two of them a lifeless atmosphere.
A group of old men and women with dull gazes sat in a row on the street. They did not chat and just sat there in a daze, as if they were waiting for death to arrive.
