Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 901

About half an hour later, the road on both sides turned into a vast rubber plantation, stretching all the way to the foot of the mountain. It was probably tens of thousands of hectares; it was endless.

Arriving at a crossroad, the two of them got off the car and the car continued to head south.

They passed several villages along the way, Passengers got off one after another, including the young couple who got off by a bridge, leaving only Estelle

on the bus.

Tinct Village, the closest village to the foot of the mountain, was almost completely surrounded by the rubber plantation. Its twenty or so households all worked there.

The owner of the plantation had paved roads for the nearby villages, so the car’s journey was free from muddy roads,

Around noon, the car arrived on schedule at Tinct Village.

Estelle got off the bus. She took a look around, and headed into the village. The village was built alongside the mountain. It was rainy and surrounded by tall, dense trees, which blocked the sunlight and brought the temperature down a few degrees.

At this time, the young people in the village were still working in the rubber plantation and hadn’t returned. Only the elderly and children remained in the village. Two elderly men in traditional local garb were chatting under a tree, watching Estelle as she walked by.

built beside the mountain, with stone walls, Hall was used to keep livestock or store items. The other half was for living. The roofs were covered with a

edge of the village. A woman with a headscarf was drawing

with the outside world. This was due to the tourists needing to communicate with the staff

shaking her empty water bottle, and asked, “Could I get some water from

be in her mid-twenties, but did not look young. Her face was lined with wrinkles, and

locals were happy to host tourists for meals, as they could earn a decent meal fee. When they encountered generous guests, the money would be quite a substantial

“Sure” Estelle nodded.

girl who was about five or six years old and a boy who looked four. The girl was barefoot, wearing very ragged clothes. They looked like

boy’s clothes were

back. While her mother was cooking, she played in the courtyard with

and saw the little girl staring blankly at

of cookies from her bag and

back, looked at

asked casually. “You

slowly approached, took the cookies from Estelle’s hand, said a quiet thank you”, then turned

waved to her little brother, happily shaking the cookies in