I've always been making up stories as Chen Zi'an. Most of the stories may be true, but they are hearsay, and he himself has not actually encountered these paranormal events.

It's like killing Matt that day and meeting the female ghost Sasha, a group of people who are watching the excitement downstairs, and they can brag to others the next day.

Chen Zi'an's performance as a dead youth made me believe that he had never encountered a real ghost, so he was so excited and very concerned about this matter.

I looked at Chen Zi'an's expression and guessed how true his words were, whether he was pretending to hear something and bragging here.

Chen Zi'an looked at me suspiciously, and then looked in the direction of Crying Grave Ridge, "Didn't you hear?" ”

I didn't answer.

Zhuang Huai directly asked where to eat.

Chen Zi'an touched his head and led the way in front.

I don't even know what this village is called. Chen Zi'an said that there is a farmhouse here, not nonsense, but this farmhouse is a little shabby, the exterior wall of the farmhouse is beautifully painted, there is a lot of garbage around, and the inside is even more bare wall, mottled paint, and it looks like it has not been renovated for many years.

This farmhouse should be the only one in this village, there are not many people in the village, the vast majority of middle-aged and elderly people, this point did not go to the nearby farmland, did not care about the chickens and ducks running around in the yard, either set a table to play cards under the shade of the tree at the door, or lie on the recliner to take a nap, it looks very leisurely.

The owner of the farmhouse was a woman in her fifties and sixties, and like most housewives of this age, she was a little fat. She had a pair of triangular eyes, and she was dissatisfied with Chen Zi'an, speaking the dialect of Huixiang. It's not in a dream, and I don't know what she's talking about.

Judging from the deserted situation in this farmhouse, her business is not very good, but her momentum is very strong, and she has the posture of a big shopkeeper.

Chen Zi'an talked with her for a while before the negotiation was completed, turned to us and quoted the price, and explained: "It's past business hours now, and I haven't made an appointment yet, so she asks for more money." ”

Five dishes, two meats, two vegetables and one soup, more than 800 yuan, when the dishes are served, the face is not very good, the taste is very average, either salty and light, or burnt.

Chen Zi'an turned his head and wanted to say something to the boss, but the boss was nowhere to be seen, and no one came after shouting a few times.

We'll pay the money first.

"Just deal with it." Zhuang Huai said calmly.

Chen Zi'an was not very happy. The meal was divided equally among four people, two hundred per person, and when he paid for it, it was very painful.

"Is this store open here for business?" Lu Qiaolan ate half a bowl of hard rice and put down her chopsticks.

"I don't know, I've been here for years. Her family has a farm to raise pigs, and it doesn't matter if there are people or not. Chen Zi'an said.

We just ate a little bit of food, alleviated our hunger, and prepared to leave.

The boss is in the yard next door, and I don't know if I heard the movement, or installed a monitor or something, as soon as we went out, she also came out of the yard next door, and stopped us.

She spoke in dialects again, and only Chen Zi'an could understand it.

Chen Zi'an's face changed, and 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 surrounding villagers gathered. Looking at this posture, even the uniform on Zhuang Huai's body is not easy to use here.

Chen Zi'an said angrily: "She said that we didn't finish eating, wasting food, and had to lose money!" Fuck it! ”

I glanced at the boss with his head held high. The boss seems to be not only accustomed to this method of doing business, but also clearly wants to extort money.

Chen Zi'an refused to give in and scolded the boss.

Zhuang Huai frowned and said two words to stop this farce. The boss pretended to be stupid and continued to shout in dialect, and the surrounding villagers all coaxed and didn't look at Zhuang Huai. Zhuang Huai's face was as ugly as Chen Zi'an.

I'm feeling a headache and thinking that I might as well spend money to eliminate the disaster. We won't be able to stay in this place for long, and there is more to the mess in Huixiang than this, and we can't control it at all.

As I was about to speak, I heard a cry coming from the Crying Grave Ridge.

Originally, the cry was the cry of a person, poignant, very mournful, and as if there was nothing. At this moment, the cry became the cry of many people, it was really like the cry of the funeral procession, and it was very imposing.

I heard it clearly, and I also saw Chen Zi'an's face change at this moment.

Chen Zi'an turned his head in surprise and looked at the Crying Grave Ridge.

This man really wasn't lying, he really heard the cry.

As soon as I thought about it, someone came out of the small building of the farmhouse.

We had been sitting at the dining table in the hall for a meal, not paying any attention to the environment of the small building, and we didn't know that there was anyone inside.

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

He trotted out somewhat comically, waved his hands, and shouted something in tongues.

The imposing boss and those who watched the excitement were stunned, and they all showed a strange look.

The boss waved his hand, said something to Chen Zi'an, stepped forward to help the old man, and was about to enter the small building. Depending on the situation, this thing is inexplicably over.

She was leaving, and the others were going to disperse, and they went back to their homes, not stopping on the dirt road, or even sitting at the door of their homes.

My heart moved, and I stopped the old man, "Uncle, can you ask what happened?" Does it have anything to do with that cry? ”

Although the people here speak dialects, they don't really understand Mandarin. This thought, people who can't understand Mandarin at all should no longer exist.

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

"I can hear it. Can you ask what's going on? I said in the affirmative, and then I threw out the question.

The old man's expression was complicated.

The boss was a little flustered.

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

The old man looked at Chen Zi'an, ignored it, and said something to the boss. The two whispered, and eventually it was the boss who reluctantly looked at us.

"Alright, come in and sit." The boss spoke, standard Mandarin, her tone was hard, and her face was also very stinky.

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

There were still leftovers on the table.

The boss helped the old man and sat down at the dinner table.

We have no choice but to sit at this table as we please. However, no one who sees those leftovers and thinks of this bad consumption experience will be happy.

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

The old man ignored the grease on the table, and without waiting for the boss to come back, he spoke: "The young man is from out of town? ”

He still spoke with some accent, but not completely intelligible like in dialects.

"Yes. My friend disappeared here and I came looking for her. I said frankly.

The old man sighed, "Oh, it's a ghost hitting the wall." ”

"Uncle, can you help us? I just want to find my friend. If we find it, we'll leave immediately. I said, but it was already a threat.

In less than two days, I have no good impression of Huixiang people, so naturally it is impossible to be too polite.