"I look like I'm fifteen or sixteen years old, not very tall, and I guess it's my collarbone. Dressed in black, just like the little princess's dress, with stockings under the skirt, black and white stripes, and little black leather shoes on her feet. The right foot may have been injured and a little limping ......"

After listening to Luo Xiang's description, the owner of the only small hotel in Wumingzhuang frowned and thought for a long time. Just when Luo Xiang thought that there was no hope here, he suddenly said-

"Why do you sound like my son's wife?"

"Huh?"

Without waiting for Luo Xiang to react, the boss raised his head and yelled upstairs: "Dabao! Dabao, come down, someone is asking about your wife!"

There was a rough response from upstairs: "I have so many wives, which one is he inquiring about?"

What do you mean? Is the boss's son an Arab sheikh?

"You talk so much, come down quickly!" yelled the boss.

So Luo Xiang saw a thin young man walking down the stairs with an impatient face, long hair, and lifeless eyes. Inside is supposed to be wearing a thick cotton coat, but on the outside is a pink T-shirt with a cute girl printed on it, and a staff in her hand.

Yes...... Luo Xiang immediately understood. This is what people often call otaku...... And this guy is also a dead house in a dead house, right?

"Tell him. The boss left such a sentence and stopped paying attention to Luo Xiang, and turned to his own business.

Luo Xiang had no choice but to tell the young man what he had just said again. The young man listened with an irritated face, showed a thoughtful expression, and finally asked—

"Does the girl you are talking about have a very mysterious temperament, like some kind of vampire princess or necromancer?"

Luo Xiang thought about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case. Isn't the girl who appeared in the middle of the night in the graveyard mysterious?

He nodded. The young man yawned, "I've seen it." ”

"Have you seen it?" Luo Xiang said in surprise, "Where?"

"Screen. The young man said lazily, "Recently, it's all been this kind of routine setting, and I'm almost tired of watching it." ”

In Luo Xiang's sluggish gaze, the young man turned his head and left, and at the end he left a sentence for Luo Xiang, "Don't dream all day long in the dead house."

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to bear legal responsibility, Luo Xiang would have been able to remove his crispy ribs on the spot and play with drums.

Clueless.

Luo Xiang came to the foot of the nameless mountain at five o'clock, and wandered around until seven o'clock without asking about the result. There were a few people who vaguely said "I seem to have seen it", but Luo Xiang asked further, and their impression was not really unrestrictive. It can be said that these two hours of time were wasted and nothing was gained.

There is a snack shop at the entrance of the village, which has a signboard of "Quancheng Oil Swirl". Luo Xiang's stomach was actually not hungry at all, nor did he feel tired, but the tempting fragrance hooked him. He thought to himself that the girl had probably left the Nameless Village, and it would be difficult to find her again. If you can't do it left or right, it's better to eat something to fill your stomach first. When he thought about it, it looked like he hadn't eaten all day.

"Boss, get two for me. ”

"Okay, what do you want? plain, meaty, creamy, cumin?" asked the chubby boss with a smile.

"A cumin, a-"

Luo Xiang suddenly stopped halfway through his words, and he looked down at his feet. A piece of yellow paper was stepped on by him on the sole of his shoe. Luo Xiang stretched out his hand and took it off, and the paper was painted with red paint in strange shapes, just like the kind of charms pasted in the pomegranate garden Taoist temple, but there were some subtle differences.

"Little brother, one cumin, and the other one wants something?" the boss saw that he didn't speak for a long time, so he asked again.

Luo Xiang ignored it. He stared at the yellow paper for a long time, and before the boss asked for the third time, he suddenly said:

"Boss, who left this thing here?"

"Huh?" the boss glanced at the yellow paper he was holding, "Oh, this thing...... Just now, a little fool came to me to ask for food, and he wanted to exchange this thing with me. If she can say a few nice words, let's not give her some food. But she had to say that the ghost talisman she drew was for the dead, and if someone in the family died, the body would not be damaged for a month. Aren't you saying it's disgusting? I'll chase her away. ”

"Do you know where she went?" Luo Xiang's tone became excited.

"Then who knows, maybe get on the road...... Hey, do you want this oil spin?"

"Don't do it!"

In the scolding voice of the boss behind him, Luo Xiang turned his head and ran towards the road.

At seven o'clock in the evening, it stands to reason that the traffic flow has not yet dropped, but in a ghost place like Wumingzhuang, it is rare to be able to pass a car in three minutes. Luo Xiang walked from the entrance of the village to the bus stop and asked the owner of the newsstand next to him, but no one had ever seen the girl. I finally got a clue, but when I got to this place, it seemed to be broken again. Luo Xiang's heart was in a hurry, and at this time, an inexplicable impulse surged from his heart.

It's a strange feeling, as if when you're doing a quest in the game, there's a quest-oriented arrow that tells you the direction the quest NPC is in. Luo Xiang turned his head to look in that direction, and although he couldn't see anything, there was a thin line pulling his body in the dark, telling him that in that position, someone urgently needed his help.

So Luo Xiang set off and ran over, and after about five minutes, he ran to a corner at the junction of Wumingzhuang and Wumingshan. On one side of the path is a gentle slope up the mountain, and on the other side is farmland that I don't know. The end of the year is approaching, the crops have already been harvested, and only a bare patch is left in the field, and the smell of burning straw rushes into Luo Xiang's nostrils.

There was a commotion ahead. There were five or six kids around, all of whom looked like they were just starting high school. It should be the children of the village, obviously it is winter, but some are still barefoot and pulling slippers. A small figure sat curled up on a rock, surrounded by the children. Her face was indifferent, oblivious to the shouting around her.

The children were clamoring.

"She's the idiot?"

"That's her! Just now she took a pile of yellow paper and wanted to spend it as money, and told my fourth uncle to drive it away!"

"Hey, fool, fool, why don't you speak? hey...... I can't even speak, I'm a fool......"

"She's also lame! I guess she might have been beaten up by stealing something......"

Luo Xiang slowly approached. But it was already dark, and it was so dark that the children didn't notice. Only the girl in the middle seemed to notice something, and she looked up and looked through the gaps in the children's bodies. Their eyes met in the air.

Luo Xiang's footsteps stopped. He could see that there were many inexplicable things hidden in the girl's eyes, there was anticipation and joy...... But there is also rejection and vigilance. It's like two lone wolves who have also been expelled by the tribe meet in the wilderness, neither of them will be the first to approach, but they don't want to leave. Only in this way look at each other from afar, there is nothing to say, and what you want to say is in your eyes.

Luo Xiang couldn't hear the noise of the children, and between him and the girl, everything seemed to be silent.

It wasn't until one of the children stepped forward and pulled at the girl's dress that she jumped up in fright, interrupting the silent moment.