When the old lady saw Nan Xian looking over, she became even more flustered. Her eyes looked up and down, and her two thin, bony hands were twisted together in a tangled mess. She hesitated and dared not step forward.

Nan Xian saw that she had a kind face and did not seem like a villain. Moreover, the cameraman was nearby. If she really encountered any trouble, she could just shout and he would come running. So she took the initiative to step forward.

"Grandma, is there something you need?"

The old lady had been avoiding Nan Xian's gaze, but upon suddenly hearing this address, she stared at her in astonishment, her whole body trembling violently as if she had seen a ghost. Then her legs went weak, and she slumped to the side.

Nan Xian quickly caught her, "Ouch, be careful! Are you alright?"

The old lady steadied herself, opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak. Then she withdrew the arm that was being supported, and under Nan Xian's slightly confused gaze, she quickly jumped back, took small, quick steps, and disappeared in front of her in a flash.

Nan Xian was a little dumbfounded. She blinked: This little old lady is... quite agile.

But she clearly had something she wanted to say to me, so why didn't she say it?

She was completely baffled, her gaze following the old woman's disappearing figure, and for some reason, she felt a growing concern.

After lunch, she casually inquired about the old woman from the elderly couple. To her surprise, after hearing her description, the couple's expressions changed, they looked at each other, and remained silent.

Nan Xian sensed the atmosphere had become awkward and subconsciously stopped peeling the orange. "Grandpa Qian, Grandma Qian, do you know that person?"

"I know her! Of course I know her!" Grandma Qian snorted irritably. "She's the most notorious crazy woman in all around here. I don't know her name or where she came from. She lives in the most dilapidated little tile-roofed house at the east end of the village... Last winter, she burned down the firewood that my husband and I had painstakingly collected for half a year!"

Nan Xian's mouth dropped open in surprise. Recalling the old lady's neatly styled and clean hair, she felt that this was not something she would do. "Why would she do that?"

Wei Zeling then interjected, "How could you possibly understand the thoughts of a madman? Have you ever seen a mentally ill person do anything that a normal person could comprehend?"

Grandma Qian nodded in agreement, "That girl is right, that makes perfect sense! Sigh, everyone in our village knows she's not quite right in the head, so as long as she doesn't do anything immoral, we just let her be. We can't really argue with a madwoman!"

Nan Xian nodded, her eyes lowered, a thoughtful expression on her face.

**

Recording will continue at 2 PM.

Nan Xian visited Bu Xian Xian Village, and after asking the fifth household, she finally got some clues—

According to villagers familiar with the situation, from ancient times to the present, anyone born in Buxianxian Village and belonging to the village has always been very healthy and rarely gets sick. Even the most common seasonal colds and fevers are rarely seen here, let alone serious illnesses and disasters such as strokes and cancer.

They also generally have long lifespans, with many living to their eighties or nineties, and there have even been several centenarians.

The oldest person in the village is the village chief's father, who is 111 or 118 years old this year. Although he has difficulty walking and has lost all his teeth, he is always cheerful. On sunny days, you can see him sitting in front of his house basking in the sun, holding a roasted sweet potato or a large steamed bun in his hand, slowly grinding it with his gums. When he sees villagers passing by, he will greet them warmly.

Although they didn't say it, Nan Xian could sense that the people here were not only physically healthy, but also mentally healthy—they were optimistic, loved life, and every household had flowers planted in front of their doors or kept small animals, creating a lively and vibrant atmosphere.

Yes, even the little animals are exceptionally cute.

Looking at the little stray dogs cuddling around her feet, Nan Xian thought to herself.