Grandma ignored it and continued. "Please try to get Xin Rui's body back within five days, the ghost asks for his life, it is not so quick to become a shape, maybe there is room for redemption in this matter. ”

Qiu Yan frowned and asked suspiciously. "Didn't you just say that in the past thirty years, many people have emulated that village girl, but in the end, they all failed? Why are you so worried now?"

"You're a foreigner, so I'll be honest with you. Grandma glanced worriedly into the basement and recalled. "This inn was built 25 years ago, and it uses the land of the village girl. If I'm not mistaken, Xin Rui's girl slept in this basement, which happened to be the village girl's bedroom, and I don't know if it was a trouble, even the furnishings were exactly the same. ”

"What!" Qiu Yan only heard a 'boom' in his head, and he was surprised.

Many things in this world are similar, and logically speaking, there must be some inextricable connection between two and more events or objects that are similar. And now, Hu Xinrui and the village girl have a connection, so will there be a similarity? Hypothesis, just hypothetical, if there is a similarity, what will become of Hu Xinrui's corpse? Even if you think about it a little, you dare to feel a chill down your back, Qiu Yan doesn't want to believe that there really is a devil, and she doesn't want to go against anyone.

"I understand, I'll get her body back as soon as possible, no matter what method is used. Qiu Yan's face rarely became serious. "So if there is any inconsiderate or radical way that annoys the people in the village, I hope that Grandma will understand the aftermath. ”

Since waking up in the morning, although I have been encountering messy things, there is still a doubt lingering in my mind. Where did Juanya's little girl go? Did she take the body with her? What did she mean by her words last night, as if she was saying goodbye, and most importantly, what did she do last night?

Maybe after finding her, all the doubts will be solved.

.....

It was dark and the night was silent.

Another night came, and the small mountain village fell into a deep sleep again, and it seemed unusually silent in the darkness.

Qiu Yan was lying on the wooden and stone bed, and the room was dark.

His eyes were closed, but he couldn't sleep.

When people are quiet, they will always think of some past events intentionally or unintentionally, and that kind of thoughts and thoughts are not even completely controlled by people, so even some past events that they don't want to recall will be remembered unexpectedly.

It's not a dream, but when you close your eyes, it seems like a nightmare that you can't wake up from, there are terrible cries, there are angry roars, there are cold faces, there are terrible pains, and of course, the most of all, it is the faint white clothes.

He opened his eyes in the darkness, shook his head, shook off the hateful memories, and rolled over. There was a sound of wind outside the hotel, it was the mountain wind blowing down from the Buddha Mountain, and it seemed to be a little hurried in this night, Qiu Yan listened intently for a while, as if he heard some noise inside.

Some small, faint murmurs.

He rolled over and went to the ground, put on his shirt and walked to the window, only to find that the night sky was a little thick with clouds, and a few stars twinkled in the sky, making the night look a little gloomy.

The mountain wind was whistling, with a bit of chill, Qiu Yan raised his eyes, only to see that the mountain peaks were writhing in pitch black, and there was a low and strange sound of rustling, mixed with the wind.

Qiu Yan didn't have any fear or surprise on his face, he just stared at the mountain peak, looked at it for a while, and then moved his gaze up, but he looked at the high place of the mountain.

Although those strange sounds sound a little terrifying and eerie, they are actually the special trembling sound of branches and leaves made by the mountain wind when it blows over the countless begonia trees on the mountain in front of it, like a ghost crying in the gloomy and silent night, but in fact it has no meaning.

Qiu Yan was also not the slightest afraid of this, he just stared at the mountain peak, stunned for a long time.

.....

The next day, when Qiu Yan was about to go out at noon, he met the little third son head-on, and the guy grabbed Qiu Yan and started a complaint. "I kindly went to Mu's house to warn them, but before I could finish speaking, I was beaten out by Mu Qi's eight lambs. What the hell, they deserve to be killed, and when the time comes, the town will celebrate together, and I will smash my piggy bank and happily donate a coffin to them. ”

"Wow, I didn't expect your mouth to be so immoral. ”

Xiao Sanzi laughed embarrassedly and said softly. "What's the matter? You're still angry with me, I was wrong that day, but you also tossed me badly enough, and I was punished by my grandmother to kneel in the ancestral hall after I went back. ”

"I'm not so stingy. Qiu Yan coughed lightly and quickly diverted the topic. "Little Sanzi, you are a local, you should be familiar with this area, right?"

"Yes, you want to go shopping? I know there are a few places with great views, and I can take you there now when you have time." The little third son nodded.

"Not really. Qiu Yan hurriedly waved his hand and asked. "Have you been familiar with the three sisters of the Hu family since childhood?"

"Not to mention familiarity, since Sister Tiansheng left, I went to Hu's house every day to help. The little third son's eyes were slightly raised, and he was quite energetic.

When Qiu Yan heard the word 'Tiansheng', he immediately came to his senses. It just so happened that she had no clue about what was going on now, and Hu Mu had become crazy again, and she couldn't ask anything from her mouth at all, maybe she could get some clues from this kid.

"Little Sanzi. Qiu Yan pondered for a while. "Can you tell me in detail about the Hu family, such as the origin of the Hu family, the relationship between the three sisters, and whether they usually have any strange hobbies, etc. ”

"Why are you asking this?" the little third son looked at Qiu Yan suspiciously, puzzled.

Qiu Yan smiled. "Your grandmother asked me to find Hu Xinrui's body, and the missing Juanya, I want to know more about them. ”

"Grandma really wants you to do this?" the little third son frowned. "It doesn't make sense, why does she want you to be an outsider to care so much?"

"How do I know that a master always has his own reason, and I am mediocre and can't think of it. Qiu Yan shrugged and sighed. "But if you really want to know, you might as well ask her old man. ”