There is a market at the foot of Anyang Mountain, which is very close to Anyang City.

People wander around the market, or pick melons and fruits, or rub shoulders, and some people chat. The topic of discussion is the matter of the mudslide in Anyang Mountain a while ago, the lack of entertainment among the people, and a little thing can be infinitely amplified into a conversation after dinner, not to mention that when the mudslide occurred in Anyang Mountain, it caused a lot of noise, and also attracted the attention of many residents living nearby.

"Fortunately, there are no casualties, my family has a relative who is doing business in other places, and I heard that there was an earthquake in that place a few months ago, and many people died, but it was miserable."

"Ah, I also know about this, I heard that there is also a doctor who took several husbands in the family to go around for disaster relief, and everyone called her a living bodhisattva, saying that she is a miracle doctor in the world."

"It seems that these days, there are still people with good hearts."

"By the way, do we have anyone living on Anyang Mountain?"

"I don't know, but there are rumors that the mountain is haunted. Sister Li once went up the mountain to chop firewood and saw ghosts. The ghosts came and went silently, and she was scared to nightmares for many days. ”

"Those"

"Yes, there seems to be a group of ghosts on this mountain, and sometimes there are some more frightening movements, like a group of people tearing their throats open and roaring."

"It's terrible, I'm sorry"

The man bumped into a young woman, who quickly looked back and apologized.

The young woman was dressed in Miao Jiang's costume, she was holding a large handful of skewers in her left hand and a meat bun in her right hand, and there was a strange fragrance on her body.

As soon as she bit into the bun, her mouth bulged out on both sides, like a little hamster with grain.

Miao Qing was dressed in a blue exotic costume and was covered with strings of silver eyes.

She wore straw sandals on her feet, and her toes were exposed.

"It's okay, how to sell this"

When Miao Qing raised her hand, a string of bells rang out.

She picked up a packet of osmanthus cakes and asked the little vendor.

The vendor quoted the price, Miao Qing threw out a few copper plates, and then walked around the market, eating as he walked.

She stopped suddenly, and looked down at the little bamboo cages in which the old clucking hens were kept. One of the chickens is very special, there is no cockscomb, it seems to have been picked up when fighting with other chickens, and the wound is even bloody.

Miao Qing raised her eyebrows, and then bought the chicken.

"Hey, big flower, big flower, I miss you so much."

Carrying this chicken cage, she remembered that her big flower was also a chicken like this, and she felt sad, and then she looked resentful.

Viciously biting off the meat skewers, while chewing, squinting his eyes, "Hmph, you actually slaughtered my big flower, if I don't let you pay for your blood debts, how can I swallow this breath"

As if she was ruthless, she ate Haisai until her stomach was about to burst, and then she walked out of the market while rubbing her stomach.

The market is next to Anyang Mountain, which in fact happens to be located at the foot of Anyang Mountain. Miao Qing was about to go back to the small courtyard of a farm house where she was temporarily staying, but suddenly, she heard the sound of horses' hooves.

She looked from afar, only to see dust and smoke in the sky.

And on the horse, a woman resembled a rakshasa, dressed in black, with white hair and a black eye patch on her face.

It was a one-eyed woman, and she was blind in one eye.

The corners of Miao Qing's lips are slightly hooked.

"It's finally time to wait"

She licked her lips and laughed softly in a happy mood.