"Weiliang, what a beautiful name, let's go with that," Zhuang Xuejun nodded.
Xia Weibao packed up the medicinal herbs and then, dragging two suitcases, boarded the bus to Qinghua Village.
After more than ten hours of long journey, she finally arrived near Qinghua Village at noon the next day.
The driver dared not get close, so she walked in by herself.
The people near the village had all been scared away, making it look very desolate.
Xia Weibao was dressed in a white outfit, wearing a mask and thick-framed glasses.
Her slender figure, pulling two suitcases, walked alone.
Like a dream seeker, walking on the desolate and uninhabited land.
After nearly two hours of walking, she finally arrived at Qinghua Village!
But by then, it was surrounded by an iron fence, and a line of armed police in sterile isolation suits and carrying guns stood at the perimeter, aiming at the rioting villagers inside.
