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After Xiangzi heard my question, she remained silent for a long time.

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

Xiangzi said in a daze: "No, I... I don't know either... Only when you said this did I realize... Except for the people who come to our place, no one else knows about what's going on here. Those fellow villagers who go out to work , even though I say it, people outside don’t believe it... Our place... uh, there are quite a lot of hauntings..."

Xiangzi said hesitantly, but I can understand the general meaning.

Huixiang is not only a little haunted, but too many. Moreover, the stories made up by the people in Huixiang themselves are very nonsense, and many of them are pure hearsay.

If you put the original Huixiang ghost story on the Internet, many people will definitely accuse it of being fake.

But I vaguely feel that something is not quite right.

Xiangzi felt baffled and couldn't explain what was going on.

After I hung up the phone, I asked the thin man not to do it in a hurry.

"Something's not right. This place in Huixiang..." I couldn't describe the strange feeling in my heart.

Fatty said: "It's really getting on the Internet, but it's a bit difficult to deal with. The direction of the rumors may not be according to our wishes. If it turns out to be self-defeating..."

The thin man thought for a while and gave up the idea in frustration.

The main reason is that we don’t have much money, so we can’t invest a lot of money in this area, which is completely different from entertainment companies.

The thin man said: "If we spend as much money as Xingtu Media does on publicity, this matter can be settled."

I don't pay much attention to things in the entertainment industry. I just glance at things when gossiping, and I have no idea about entertainment companies.

Unexpectedly, the fat man could actually answer: "Who is the production company of "Love Has Fallen"?"

The name caught my attention.

"I saw it on the news. Filming has already started. The scenes are very realistic and the props are quite powerful." Fatty said.

"Really? I feel average. They hired a lot of navy troops, and they were very well planned, exposed little by little, and controlled it very well, and the popularity was maintained." said the thin man.

Guo Yujie is concerned about actors and stars, and only talks about stills and role makeup photos.

I asked about the plot, but none of the three people knew it, and the producer hadn't announced it.

Although Gu Mo is very confident, saying that according to the style of director Chu's son, this movie will be changed beyond recognition and turned into an outright commercial money-making work - judging from the casting, this trend is indeed there - but I still I will be a little worried, fearing 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 creative staff again.

However, this matter is actually quite far away from me.

The thin man and the others changed the topic, which was just a natural divergent thinking in the chat. I think they also hoped that by changing the subject, I would be able to relax a little.

The situation in Huixiang is not good, but it is not so bad that I cannot cope with it.

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

The two points of killing living things but not killing them before they are cooked and ghosts beating the wall did not apply to me and Lu Qiaolan.

The thin man and the others expressed concern for me for a few more words and then ended the chat.

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

I hope I can dream about a ghost tonight and learn more about Huixiang.

I quickly entered the dreamland as I wished.

In the dream, there were cries that resounded in the surrounding space. It sounded like mourning. A woman was shouting some name in a dialect. I didn’t understand it for a moment.

What lingers on the tip of my nose is the smoky smell of burning paper, the smell of incense candles, and the damp and musty smell of some old houses.

My vision gradually brightened, and I could see my surroundings clearly.

An old house, with one bedroom and one living room, completely decorated in the same old-fashioned way decades ago, and the furniture is also of a long time ago.

Directly opposite me is a mourning hall. On the black and white photo of the deceased is a large word "Dian", surrounded by two rows of wreaths. It looks as shabby as this room.

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

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

Comparing it with the deceased photo, I knew who the object of this dream was.

It was the ghost seen at the long-distance bus station, the student's family.

Meng Hua's eyes moved and I saw the student.

Although there is a ten-year age difference, I can see that the skinny boy and the student have a lot in common.

He supported the woman who almost fainted from crying, feeling at a loss. Probably, ten-year-old children still don’t understand the true meaning of death, or they may be too slow to grieve.

The people in the house who came to worship all spoke in dialects, which I really couldn’t understand.

Meng Hua just stared at the child again.

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

The child looked around, as if looking for help. He stopped when his eyes swept across the glass window, then turned to look in the direction where Meng Hua was standing, his eyes full of confusion.

The crying woman pulled him roughly and cried even louder.

I knew she was sad, but not as hysterical as she let on. This should be a cry of mourning. When mourning, cry loudly.

I'm not sure if there is such a tradition here in Huixiang. I have attended only a handful of funerals, and they were all for colleagues I didn’t know well. Our family is small, and I only attend the memorial services for those colleagues’ funerals. When the bodies are bid farewell and sent for cremation, there are always family members of the deceased crying loudly.

In my mind, I thought this woman's behavior was on the bright side, but the reality was that it developed according to the dark speculation in my heart.

The people gathered in the room soon started to quarrel, and someone was fighting with the woman.

The woman is like the proprietress of the canteen or Xiangzi's aunt. She is extremely fierce. When she got into an argument with someone, she didn't even wipe the tears on her face. The originally sad and crying expression turned into a strong look, and she became completely uncompromising.

The man she was quarreling with was also a master of face-changing. In Meng Hua's peripheral vision before, this man was also wiping away tears and feeling heartbroken. Now he rolled up his sleeves and started tearing up with the woman.

Everyone around me is like this.

The child was knocked to the side, no one paid attention to him, and he became more and more frightened.

Meng Hua finally woke up a little at this time, started to move, passed through the noisy crowd, reached the child's side, and hugged the child's body.

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

The adults fighting didn't even hear it.

But I could suddenly understand the dialects of those people.

"Why don't you pay for my brother's funeral expenses? If you can't pay for the funeral expenses, you still want compensation!"

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

"Okay, Gui Fanfan! I'll watch Fanfan, I don't need to worry about you white-eyed wolves!"

"You're dreaming! You're such a white-eyed wolf! How much money did my brother-in-law give you? You have emptied this house!"

"Your sister is dead a long time ago, what kind of brother-in-law! What happened to my brother giving me money? If you want to blame it, it's because you have a short-lived sister! You don't have anywhere to make money if you want to!"

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

I felt the yin energy around me getting heavier, and the room was suddenly filled with yin energy.

Please give me a monthly pass before going to bed~

Good night everyone~