After Shoko heard my question, she didn't speak for a long time.

I couldn't hold back and asked, "Why don't you answer?" Did you do anything? ”

Shoko said blankly, "No, I'...... I don't know...... I only found out when you said that...... Except for the people who came to our side, no one else knew about us. Those fellow villagers who went out to work, although they said it, but people outside didn't believe it...... Our place ...... Uh, haunted is a bit ......."

Shoko said Zhiwu, but I can understand the general meaning.

There are too many hauntings in Huixiang, but too many. Moreover, the stories made up by the Huixiang people themselves are very nonsense, and many of them are pure hearsay.

If you put the original ghost story of Huixiang people on the Internet, you will definitely be scolded by many people.

But I vaguely felt that something was not quite right.

Shoko felt inexplicable and couldn't understand what was going on.

After I hung up the phone, I told the thin man not to rush to do it.

"Something isn't quite right. Huixiang this place...... "I can't describe the weird feeling in my heart.

The fat man said: "I really got it on the Internet, but it was a little difficult to clean up, and the direction of the rumors may not be according to our intentions." If it's self-defeating......"

The thin man thought about it and gave up the idea in frustration.

The main thing is that we don't have much money, and it's impossible to invest a lot of money in this, which is completely different from entertainment companies.

The thin man said: "If you spend as much money as Xingtu Media to publicize, this matter can be settled." ”

I don't pay much attention to the entertainment industry, gossip is just a glance, and I don't know anything about entertainment companies.

I didn't expect the fat man to be able to answer: "The production company of "Love Has Allured"? ”

The name caught my attention.

"I saw it on the news, it's already been filmed, the scene is very real, and the props are quite powerful." The fat man said.

"Really? I feel average. They invited a lot of water troops, and they were very planned, exposed a little bit, controlled very well, and the popularity was maintained. The thin man said.

Guo Yujie cares about actors and stars, and only talks about stills and character makeup photos.

I asked about the plot, none of the three of them knew, and the producer didn't announce it.

Although Gu Mo is very confident, he said that according to Director Chu's son's style, this movie must be changed beyond recognition and become a complete commercial money-making work - from the casting point of view, there is indeed this tendency - but I am still a little worried, for fear that the female ghost will be unhappy that her life experience has been changed beyond recognition by film and television works, and she will attack the main creators again.

However, this is actually quite far away from me.

Thin people, they opened up the topic, but it was just a natural divergent thinking in the chat. I think they also want me to take it easy after changing the subject.

The situation in Huixiang is not good, but it is not so bad that I can't handle it.

At least, I didn't disappear directly like Chen Xiaoqiu and the others.

The two points of killing the living and not killing the mature and the ghost hitting the wall were not fulfilled in me and Lu Qiaolan.

The thin man cared about me a few more words, and then the chat ended.

I took a shower and got ready to go to bed early.

I hope to dream of a ghost tonight and know more about Huixiang.

I quickly entered the dream as I wished.

There was a cry in the dream that resounded in the space around me, it sounded like a mourning, and there was a woman shouting something, in a dialect, which I didn't understand for a while.

The tip of the nose lingers with the smoky smell of burning paper, the smell of incense candles, and the damp and musty smell of some old houses.

As my vision gradually brightened, I could see my surroundings clearly.

An old house, one bedroom and one living room, is completely renovated in the same old way as it was decades ago, and the furniture is also a very old style.

Directly opposite me is a mourning hall, with a large word "Lay" on the black-and-white posthumous photo, and two rows of wreaths around, which looks as shabby as this room.

The name "Meng Hua" is written on the couplet on the wreath, which should be the name of the middle-aged man in the posthumous photo.

The reflection of the glass window allowed me to see the shadow of the object I possessed.

Compared with that posthumous photo, I know who the object of this dream is.

It's the ghost seen in the bus stop, the student's family.

Meng Hua's gaze shifted, and I saw the student.

Even though they were ten years apart, I could see a lot in common between the skinny boy and the student.

He held the woman who was almost crying and fainting, dazed and at a loss. Presumably, a ten-year-old child does not yet understand the true meaning of death, or it may be dull and has not yet had time to grieve.

The people who came to worship in the house spoke in tongues, and I really didn't understand it.

Meng Hua just stared at the kid again.

I felt the emptiness in Meng Hua's heart. He was probably too slow to realize that he was dead and a ghost.

The child looked around, as if he was asking for some help. His gaze stopped when he swept over the glass window, and then turned his head to look in the direction where Meng Hua was standing, his eyes full of doubt.

The weeping woman pulled him rudely, crying even louder.

I know she's sad and sad, but not as hysterical as she appears. This must be crying and mourning. When you mourn, cry out loud.

I'm not sure if there's such a tradition here in Huixiang. There were only a handful of funerals I attended, and they were all unfamiliar colleagues. My family is thin, and I went to the memorial service for the funeral of those colleagues, and when the body was said goodbye and sent to cremation, there were always family members of the deceased crying loudly.

I thought of this woman's behavior on the good side, but the truth was based on the dark speculation in my mind.

The people gathered in the room quickly quarreled, and someone pulled with the woman.

The woman is like the proprietress of the commissary and the aunt of Shoko, extremely spicy, quarreling with people, the tears on her face have not been wiped away, and the original sad and bitter expression has become a fierce face, and it has changed without disobedience.

The man she quarreled with was also a master of face-changing. In Meng Hua's afterglow before, the man was also wiping tears and heartbroken, and now he rolled up his sleeves and tore with the woman.

The same is true for everyone next to me.

The child was knocked to the side, and no one paid attention to it, and the panic grew.

Meng Hua finally sobered up at this time, moved, and suddenly walked through the crowd of fighters, came to the child's side, and hugged the child's body.

The child raised his head and called out in confusion: "Dad? ”

The adults who were fighting didn't hear it at all.

But I was suddenly able to understand the dialects of those people.

"Why don't you pay for my brother's funeral? The funeral expenses are not paid, and you still want compensation! ”

"That's my nephew's child support! This money should be given to my nephew! ”

"That's fine, to all mortals! I look at Fanfan, I don't need to care about you white-eyed wolves! ”

"You're dreaming! You're a white-eyed wolf! How much money did my brother-in-law post to you? You've emptied this home! ”

"Your sister died a long time ago, brother-in-law, what brother-in-law! What happened to my brother's money? If you want to blame it, you have a short-lived sister! There's nowhere to fish if you want to! ”

Meng Hua looked down at the frightened child who was crying, and suddenly became angry.

I felt the yin qi around me increase, and the room suddenly filled with yin qi.