Qingye Supernatural Office

I always thought Chen Zian was making up stories.Most of the stories may be true, but they are based on hearsay, and he himself has never encountered these supernatural events.

It's like the day Kill Matt met the female ghost Sasha, a group of people who were watching the fun downstairs, and they could brag to others the next day.

The behavior of Chen Zian's young men who committed suicide just now made me believe that he had never encountered a real ghost before, so he was so excited and very concerned about this matter.

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

On the contrary, Chen Zian looked at me suspiciously, and then at the direction of Crying Tomb Ridge, "Didn't you hear that?"

I didn't answer.

Zhuang Huai asked directly where he could eat.

Chen Zian rubbed his head and led the way.

I don't even know what the name of this village is.When Chen Zian said that there is a farmhouse here, he wasn’t talking nonsense, but the farmhouse was a bit shabby, the exterior walls of the farmhouse were beautifully painted, there was a lot of rubbish around, and the walls inside were bare with mottled paint. It looks like it hasn't been renovated in many years.

This farmhouse should be the only one in this village. There are not many people in the village, and the majority are middle-aged and elderly. At this point, I didn’t go to the nearby farmland. I didn’t care about the chickens and ducks running around in the yard, or the shade at the door. There is a table below to play cards, just lie on the recliner and take a nap, it looks very leisurely.

The owner of the farmhouse is a woman in her 60s and [-]s. Like most housewives of this age, she looks a little fat.She had triangular eyes, and she yelled at Chen Zian in dissatisfaction, speaking in Huixiang's dialect.It's not in a dream right now, and I don't know what she's talking about.

Judging from the deserted situation in the farmhouse, her business is not very good, but she has a lot of momentum, as if she is a big shop bully.

Chen Zian talked with her for a while before they settled the deal. He turned around and quoted the price to us, and explained: "It's past business hours and we haven't made an appointment yet, so she asked for a little more money."

Five dishes, two meat, two vegetables and one soup, cost more than 800 yuan. When the dishes were served, they didn't look very good, and the taste was very ordinary, either salty or burnt.

Chen Zian turned his head and wanted to say something to the boss, but the boss had disappeared, and no one came after shouting a few times.

We paid the money first.

"Let's deal with it casually." Zhuang Huai said calmly.

Chen Zian was not very happy.The meal was shared among four people, and it was two hundred per person, and he felt very heartbroken when he paid.

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

"I don't know. It's been here for many years anyway. Her family has farms and pigs. It doesn't matter if there are people or nobody." Chen Zian said.

We just ate something casually, relieved our hunger, and prepared to leave.

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

She spoke in a dialect again, which only Chen Zian could understand.

Chen Zian's expression changed, and he started arguing with her in dialect. We didn't know what happened.

I pulled Chen Zian and asked him what was going on.

The boss yelled, and the surrounding villagers gathered together.Judging from this posture, even the uniform on Zhuang Huai's body doesn't work well here.

Chen Zian said angrily: "She said we didn't finish our food, wasted food, and had to pay for it! Fuck it!"

I glanced at the boss with his head held high.It seems that the boss is not only used to this method of doing business, but also clearly intends to blackmail him.

Chen Zian didn't give in, and scolded the boss.

Zhuang Huai frowned and said a few words to stop the farce.The boss pretended to be stupid and continued to yell in dialect, causing the surrounding villagers to make a fuss without even looking at Zhuang Huai.Zhuang Huai's face was as ugly as Chen Zian's.

I was feeling a headache, thinking that it would be better to spend money to eliminate the disaster.We won't be able to stay in this place for long. Hui Township's troubles are not limited to this one, and we can't control it at all.

When I was about to speak, I heard crying from the Weeping Grave Ridge.

Originally, that crying sound was the crying sound of a person, it was sad, very sad, and it seemed like nothing.At this moment, the cries turned into the cries of many people, really like the cries of a funeral procession, and very imposing.

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

Chen Zian turned his head to look at Wailing Ridge in surprise.

This person is really not lying, he really heard the cry.

As soon as I thought of this, someone came out of the small building in the farmhouse.

We sat at the dining table in the living room and had a meal before. We didn't pay attention to the environment of the small building at all, and we didn't know that there were people inside just now.

The person who came out was a little old man, very short, maybe only 1.5 meters in height, very thin, with thinning hair and long beard, but he washed like his hair.

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

The imposing boss and those who watched the fun were all stunned, and they showed a strange look at the same time.

The boss waved his hand, said something to Chen Zian, stepped forward to help the old man, and was about to enter the small building.Depending on the situation, this matter ended inexplicably.

She was about to leave, and the others were also leaving. They went back to their homes, not staying on the dirt road, or even sitting in front of the house.

My heart moved, and I stopped the old man, "Master, can I ask what happened? It has something to do with that cry?"

Although the people here speak dialects, it's not that they really don't understand Mandarin.This idea should no longer exist for people who can't understand Mandarin at all.

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

"I can hear it. Can I ask what's going on?" I said affirmatively before throwing out a question.

The old man looked complicated.

The boss was a little flustered.

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

The old man looked at Chen Zian, ignored him, and said something to the boss.The two whispered, and finally the boss looked at us reluctantly.

"Okay, you guys come in and sit down." The boss spoke in standard Mandarin, her tone was stiff, and her face was also very stinky.

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

There was still our leftovers on the table.

The boss supported the old man and sat at the dining table.

We have no choice but to be hospitable and sit at this table.However, whoever sees those leftovers and thinks of this bad consumer experience will not be happy.

The old man seemed to see something and pushed the boss.The boss was reluctant, but his hands and feet were nimble. He took a tray and took all the leftovers away.

The old man ignored the oil on the table, and before the boss came back, he said, "The young man is from another place?"

He still speaks with an accent, but not completely incomprehensible like a dialect.

"Yes. My friend disappeared here. I came to find her." I said frankly.

The old man sighed, "Oh, I met a ghost hitting the wall."

"Uncle, can you help us? I just want to find my friend. If we find it, we will leave immediately." I said, but the words were already threatening.

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