But a couple of days ago, his son took advantage of his absence and secretly took a machete to Xishan.

When he returned home and heard about this, he waited at home for another day, but his son still did not come back.

Zhao Hong was worried and had heard about Lin Wanyue's situation, so he had no choice but to come and ask his old friend for help.

Xishan is a very dangerous place.

Zhao Hong's son has been gone for two more days and hasn't returned yet; it seems the chances of him being alive are slim.

"Okay." But Lin Wanyue still nodded and asked, "Grandpa Zhao, did you bring any of his belongings?"

"This..." Zhao Hong hadn't expected that he would need his son's belongings to find someone. After thinking it over carefully, he said somewhat embarrassedly, "These straw sandals I'm wearing were woven by my son. Would they be of any use? If not, I'll go back right now and get his clothes!"

Lin Wanyue glanced down at the straw sandals Zhao Hong was wearing; they were old and worn.

But more than the shoes, what Lin Wanyue noticed first was Zhao Hong's extremely thin legs, which were almost straight like two chopsticks, with no calf muscles.

Even in later generations, thinness has become strongly associated with beauty.

But in this era, such thinness is only associated with hunger.

"No need," Lin Wanyue said without the slightest hint of disdain. "This will do."

She made an excuse to bring out tools from home, using the faint scent still lingering on the straw sandals.

Lin Wanyue said with a serious expression, "The person is currently alive and still in Xishan..."

"Is he alright now? Is he injured?" Zhao Hong asked anxiously.

"It's hard to say."

In fact, she could tell that Zhao's son was in a bad state in Xishan; his aura was barely perceptible.

If the person cannot be found in time, the chances of survival are slim.

The village head, being much more experienced, quickly stopped his excited friend and said to Lin Wanyue, "Wanwan, can you figure out where he is in Xishan? Our village is busy right now, so I'm afraid I can only ask my two grandsons to help him go up the mountain to look for him."