Lin Yifan walked to the door of this household and knocked.
Unexpectedly, the people inside this house were different from the previous ones, not the least bit flustered.
"Come in!"
"We can actually go in."
Surprised, Lin Yifan was also a bit wary, unsure whether there was a conspiracy inside or ghosts and monsters.
As he pushed the door open and entered, a white-haired old man in his seventies appeared before him.
The old man's right hand supported a wooden cane, worn from countless years of friction, suggesting he had difficulty moving or was physically disabled.
"Young man, you look unfamiliar. You must be from out of town."
Lin Yifan nodded slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing: "Yes!"
"Please sit!" The old man pointed to a chair in the room, inviting Lin Yifan to sit down.
Lin Yifan was not reserved and sat down.
"Do you know why the fishermen here fear you?"
"I don't know!"
Lin Yifan shook his head, looking genuinely puzzled.
