On the way back to the guesthouse.
Neither the Seventh Master nor I felt sleepy at all anymore.
On the surface, this village seemed perfectly normal, but there was always something strange about it that I couldn't quite put into words.
Yet I couldn't say exactly what was strange.
"That madwoman had no tongue..."
I said, "Someone must have cut her tongue out. And although she looked a little older than me, she was at least half Liu Lao'er's age. How could she be his wife?"
The Seventh Master said grimly, "What you saw might not be her actual age. She might actually be younger than you. She's mad and always filthy, so you can't tell how old she really is."
I fell silent for a moment, then said, "Wang Si's wife looked very young too. Could they... have been trafficked here?"
The Seventh Master frowned and asked me, "Have you ever met Wang Si?"
I shook my head. "No."
The main thing was that I didn't know Wang Si at all. Even if I had seen him, I wouldn't have known which one he was.
"Let's go to Wang Si's place tomorrow and have a look before we draw any conclusions."
Back at the guesthouse, the Seventh Master and I each returned to our own rooms.
I hadn't felt sleepy at all, but the bed was so warm. I had no idea how I could sleep so much, but not long after lying down, I fell asleep again.
When I woke up in the morning, Hong Tao and the others were heading out to film.
The Seventh Master had stopped trying to dissuade them, but out of kindness, he still reminded them not to go anywhere isolated, especially not deep into the mountains and forests.
Although the young people