"That shouldn't be the case!" After thinking for a moment, he prepared to call Wu Mao.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off."
"Let's try calling Er Mao."
Then, "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off."
Sanmao felt empty inside; she guessed she couldn't get through to anyone else either!
The car sped along the highway, and Sanmao and Fangfang embarked on their journey to Black Wind Village.
Sanmao glanced at his watch; it was past eight o'clock. The journey would take three hours, and he would arrive around noon.
Fangfang suddenly asked somewhat uneasily, "Third Brother, is my outfit inappropriate?"
Sanmao glanced at it, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's a waste for you to wear this. You should wear the black one; that one is more resistant to getting dirty."
Fangfang looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Sanmao replied mysteriously, "It's alright, you'll know when we get there."
At this moment, Fangfang noticed Sanmao's clothes: an old-fashioned outfit and shoes made many years ago, making him look extremely poor.
A sense of unease welled up inside her.
The atmosphere inside the car became somewhat somber. Fangfang gazed at the fleeting scenery outside the window, lost in thought.
What kind of place would Black Wind Village be, and why would Sanmao say that she was wearing the wrong clothes?
Sanmao focused intently on driving, her eyes revealing a hint of determination and anticipation.
He was happy to see his mother soon.
The four brothers: "……………………"
The third brother seems to be a little mentally unstable.
As time went by and they drew closer to Blackwind Village, their anxiety grew.
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