In the small aluminum pot inside the house, hot soup bubbled to chase away the cold. In front of these young ones, Old Peng Three carefully recalled the legend of Peng Village.
"Xiaotang,"
"Old Three, I'm here," Tang Zelin responded.
Old Peng Three looked at him and said, "Perhaps the child you're looking for was taken to that Forbidden Area deep in these mountains."
"Old Three, what do you mean by that?"
"In Peng Mountain, there's a Forbidden Area. It has been passed down for centuries. From the day the village was founded, counting down, it's quite a few generations. That place, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, is not easily found by ordinary people, but there is one way to find it."
"What way?"
Old Peng Three leaned against the wall, both hands tucked into his sleeves, his voice somewhat deep.