After walking for about two or three hundred meters, the old man stopped at a crossroads and pointed to the right.
Jiang Yan followed his pointing direction and was instantly dumbfounded.
Right there beside a towering tree sat a shabby little house, constructed of wood and full of historical character.
There wasn't even a proper landing spot at the door, and after the recent rain, it was all wet, muddy, and mixed with weeds.
It was the spitting image of an old haunted house in a horror movie.
Jiang Yan had seen this house before, but it was so old and dilapidated that he had completely ignored it.
He hadn't expected anyone to actually live there.
In an instant, the smile that had just been excited about finding a place to stay froze on his face.
Yet, the old man seemed completely unaware and cheerfully beckoned him inside.
Jiang Yan hesitated at the door, hoe in hand.
"It's fine, it's better than sleeping on rocks for a few nights!"