Gao Yang pulled Long Linger into the house, muttering, "How can your eyes be so sharp?"
The house was indeed made of stone, clean and airy inside, with an antique aura. The furniture was of an ancient style, including a small square table and small stools, both carved from solid marble.
Long Linger crossed her arms, standing in the living room and glancing around, "Gao Yang, don't you find it odd? It seems like there's not a single living person in this village. I remember that in the countryside, people love to keep dogs to guard against thieves. But look at this village, it's so quiet, not a hint of life."
Gao Yang sat on a stone stool and quickly poured two cups of boiling water for himself, "Why are you thinking about that! Maybe the people in this village don't like to keep dogs! The people are simple and honest, the roads are safe, doors don't need locks, naturally, they don't need to guard against thieves!"
