Along the way, Xu Shu noticed that every household around them kept their doors and windows tightly closed but peeked through the cracks to look at them.
Although the extent of their actions varied, none could escape from Xu Shu, who possessed "spiritual perception."
It was clear that everyone had eyes filled with hostility toward Yang Su, much like the couple before, deeply rooted and apparent.
"This widow indeed has some problems..." Xu Shu nodded silently in his heart.
Perhaps feeling the surrounding hostility, Yang Su and her daughter hurriedly walked to the top of the entire village.
Here stood the most secluded yet largest stilt house.
"Sir, this is the home of a humble woman. If it's not too much trouble, why not... why not come in for a cup of tea?"
Yang Su bit her lip lightly and opened the door, revealing the dark, old-house breath behind due to the blocked light.
