Lin Xian looked in the direction she pointed, and saw, in the center of the village, an old woman with gray hair squatting by the well, seemingly fetching water.
A person!
This was the first person they encountered after entering the subconscious space!
The two exchanged glances, seeing deep confusion and astonishment in each other's eyes.
"Snap!"
With a light snap of their fingers, the two instantly moved to the old woman's side.
The old woman's attire looked extremely outdated, with a strong seventies or eighties style.
Strangely, she had neither a jute rope nor a bucket in her hand.
Yet she mechanically repeated the water-fetching action. Lin Xian frowned slightly and said softly:
"Auntie?"
The old woman did not react at all, still extending her hand as if pulling up a bucket. "Auntie, can you hear me?" Lin Xian raised his voice and called again.
There was still silence.
