I always think that Chen Zi'an is making up stories. Most of the stories may be true, but they are heard from him. He has never encountered these supernatural events.

Just like when Shamat meets the female ghost Sasha that day, a group of people watching the fun downstairs can brag about the next day.

The performance of Chen Zi'an's desperation just now made me believe that he had never encountered a real ghost before, so he was so excited and cared about this matter very much.

I looked at Chen Zi'an's expression and guessed how true his words were. Did I pretend that I could hear something and brag here.

Chen Zian looked at me suspiciously, and then looked at the direction of the crying grave ridge, "Didn't you hear it?"

I didn't answer.

Zhuang Huai directly asked where to eat.

Chen Zian touched his head and led the way in front.

I don't even know what the village is called. Chen Zi'an said there is a farmhouse here, not just that it's a bit shabby, the exterior walls of the farmhouse are beautifully painted, there is a lot of garbage around, and the inside is even more bare walls with mottled paint. It seems that it has not been renovated for many years.

This farm stay should be the only one in this village. There are not many people in the village, and middle-aged and elderly people account for the vast majority. There is no place to go to nearby farmland, and there is no chicken and duck running around in the yard. Either they set up tables and play cards under the shade of the trees at the door, or they lie on the lounge chair and nap, which looks very leisurely.

The farm owner is a woman in her fifties and sixties. Like most housewives of this age, she looks a little fat. She has a pair of triangular eyes and is dissatisfied with howling at Chen Zi'an, speaking the dialect of Huixiang. She is not in a dream now, and I don't know what she is talking about.

Judging from the deserted situation in this farm house, her business is not very good, but she is very imposing, and she looks like a big bully of customers in the store.

Chen Zi'an talked with her for a while before the agreement was settled. He turned to quote the price to us and explained: "Now that business hours have passed and there is no appointment yet, so she asked for more money."

Five dishes, two meat, two vegetables and one soup, more than 800 yuan. When the dishes are served, the face will not be very good and the taste is very average. Either salty or light or burnt.

Chen Zian turned around and wanted to say something to the boss. The boss was gone and no one came after shouting for a few times.

We just handed over the money first.

"Calendar it for a while." Zhuang Huai said calmly.

Chen Zian was not very happy. The meal was shared by four people, and each person was 200 yuan. He felt very painful when he paid.

"Is there any business here when this shop is open?" Lu Qiaolan ate half a bowl of hard rice and put down her chopsticks.

"I don't know either. I've been here for many years anyway. Her family has farms and raises pigs. It doesn't matter if there are people or not." Chen Zi'an said.

We ate something casually, relieved our hunger, and prepared to leave.

The boss was in the next yard, and I don’t know if he heard the news or installed some surveillance. As soon as we left the door, she also came out of the next yard and stopped us.

She spoke dialect again, only Chen Zi'an could understand it.

Chen Zi'an's face changed. He quarreled with her in dialect, and we didn't know what was going on.

I pulled Chen Zi'an and asked him what was going on.

The boss shouted, and the villagers around him gathered. Judging from this attitude, even Zhuang Huai's uniforms were not easy to use here.

Chen Zian said angrily: "She said we hadn't finished eating, we were wasting food, and we had to pay for it! Fuck it!"

I glanced at the boss with his head raised and his chest. It seemed that this boss was not only used to this business method, but it was obvious that he was going to blackmail.

Chen Zian took the initiative and started scolding his boss.

Zhuang Huai frowned and said a few words to stop this farce. The boss pretended to be stupid and continued to yell in dialect. The villagers around him started to make a fuss, but they didn't even look at Zhuang Huai. Zhuang Huai's face looked as ugly as Chen Zian.

I was just feeling a headache, thinking that it would be better to spend money to eliminate disasters. We couldn't stay here for long, and there was more than one thing in Huixiang, and we couldn't control it at all.

When I was about to speak, I heard the crying sound coming from the crying grave ridge.

Originally, the crying was the cry of a person, sad, very sad, and as if there were nothing. At this moment, the crying turned into the cry of many people, which was like the cry of the funeral team, and it was very imposing.

I could hear clearly and saw Chen Zian's changing face at this moment.

Chen Zi'an turned to look at Crying Grave Ridge in surprise.

This person is really not lying, he really heard the crying.

As soon as I thought of this, someone came out of the small building in the farmhouse.

We had a meal at the dining table in the hall before, and we didn't pay attention to the environment of the small building, and we didn't know that there was someone inside just now.

The person who came out was a little old man, who was very short, probably only 1.5 meters tall, with great thinness, thin hair and long beard, but washed like hair.

He trotted out funnyly, waved his hand, and shouted something in dialect.

The imposing boss and those who watched the fun were stunned, and at the same time showed a strange look.

The boss waved his hand and said something to Chen Zi'an. He went forward to support the old man and was about to enter the small building. Depending on the situation, the matter ended inexplicably.

She was leaving now, and the others were about to scatter, and they all went back to their own houses, not staying on the dirt road, or even sitting at the doorstep.

I felt aroused in my heart and called out to the old man, "Uncle, can you ask what happened? It has something to do with that cry?"

Although the people here speak dialects, they are not really unable to understand Mandarin. This idea should no longer exist for those who cannot understand Mandarin at all.

The old man and the boss stopped and looked at me in surprise.

"Can I hear it. Can you ask what's going on?" I said affirmatively first, and then raised the question.

The old man looked complicated.

The boss was a little panicked.

Chen Zi'an's expression was so excited that he said a few words in dialect.

The old man looked at Chen Zi'an, ignored him, and said something to the boss. The two whispered, and in the end the boss looked at us reluctantly.

"Okay, come in and sit down." The boss spoke in standard Mandarin. Her tone was hard and her face was very smelly.

I didn't care, and followed the two of them into the small building again.

There were still the leftover dishes on the dining table.

The boss held the old man and sat at the dining table.

We had to sit at the table with the host's hobby. However, no one who saw the leftovers and remembered this bad consumption experience would be pleasant.

The old man seemed to see something and pushed the boss. The boss was reluctant, but his hands were very quick. He took a tray and took all the leftovers away.

The old man ignored the greasyness on the table and before the boss came back, he spoke: "Did the young man come from another place?"

He spoke with a certain accent, but it was not as unintelligible as in dialect.

"Yes. My friend is missing here, I come to find her." I said frankly.

The old man sighed, "Oh, I've encountered a ghost and hit a wall."

"Uncle, can you help us? I just want to find my friend. If I find it, we will leave immediately." I said, but this sentence already implicitly threatened.

In the past two days, I have lost my favor with Huixiang people, so I naturally cannot be too polite.
Chapter completed!