The cold wind of Beidahuang cut across their faces like a blade, rustling the withered grass along the road as if it were whispering a mournful dirge for the desolation of winter.
Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo felt as gloomy as the overcast weather, their minds heavy with worry as they hurried toward the guardhouse. Along the way, Zhao Shuzhuo tightened his padded jacket, his brow furrowed as he muttered, "Where in the world has Grandpa Zhang been these past few days? He never wanders off; he always sticks to this little patch of Beidahuang. Now that he’s nowhere to be found, I hope nothing has happened to him."
Wang Jianguo shared his concern, his stride quickening as he replied, "I know. My heart’s been pounding, too. Grandpa Zhang has been rooted here for decades; his sudden disappearance is definitely suspicious. We need to get to the guardhouse and ask Zhang Lei."
Chapter 642