Nangong Yao said that the situation was getting worse and the world became more and more dangerous. It was just a few months ago and it had not been around for half a year.

The old man said, if a ghost became stronger and lived just because of the evil place in Huixiang, it would be fine, if it was because the whole world had changed...

I couldn't help feeling a little fear.

Zhuang Huai glanced at me.

He asked the old man: "What's the mountain?"

The old man waved his hand, "There are no things, some graves, the past graves. If I report them, there might be an archaeological team to see them. But no one dares. A few years ago, there were some young people in the village who learned them from. They carried shovels and wanted to dig graves. They said that they might be able to dig out some old antiques, which was worth a lot of money. Before the shovels were gone, they heard the crying and ran back in fear."

"Are they okay?" Zhuang Huai asked vigilantly.

The old man waved his hand again, "I don't know. This matter is not glorious. It's been so many years since Crying Grave Ridge, and everyone in the village knows that it's haunted. Those people are still offending. The families moved out later. I heard that they were working in other places, and they don't know if they are alive. Alas, this is also a trouble for the years. Nowadays, young people..."

The old man shook his head and sighed.

I'm afraid that there are more than Meng Yifan, the locals who have become outsiders in Huixiang.

Zhuang Huai asked about the disappearance of outsiders and the mirror.

The old man also heard from the truth, the content was similar to what we had heard before, and there were no new clues.

Speaking of the possibility that a criminal gang in Waibo Village might be hiding in it and opened an illegal casino. The old man nodded repeatedly when he heard it, but he agreed with this statement, but he could not provide us with any clues.

Finally, Zhuang Huai asked casually about the reaction in the village.

"This mountain is mourning, and the sky is about to change at the foot of the mountain." The old man said, suddenly "Huh" and looked out the door, "It's so sparse today. Why hasn't the rain fall yet?"

I listened with my ears, and I heard nothing except crying.

The crying sound lasted for a long time.

The old man's face looked ugly, "Have you stopped crying yet? Oh my, this is..."

He became anxious, suddenly stood up, and shouted at the back.

No one responded.

The old man trotted backwards.

We can only go out with us.

Behind this hall is a kitchen-like room.

From the outside, this small building has three floors and there is no staircase in the hall.

We followed the old man to the kitchen and found that the stairs on this building were built in such a place.

The boss I just met came downstairs, with his hair, his clothes a little messy, and his face was red. It seemed that he was sleeping just now.

The old man and she communicated in dialect. The boss made a surprised expression and looked out the window.

There is bright sunshine outside the window.

"What was it like before? The mourning in the mountains will end and it will rain under the mountains?" Zhuang Huai asked with his mouth wiped.

Chen Zian said in shock: "I have never heard of this in the city. There is still this saying in Crying Tomb Ridge? I came here, no old man here has ever said this!"

The boss rolled his eyes at Chen Zi'an and said something to the old man.

The old man was worried. While listening to the boss, he said to Zhuang Huai: "Not that. After the mountain cries, it will rain under the mountain. The longer the crying, the heavier the rain." He said patiently to Chen Zian: "No one has touched this for many years. I can hear the crying, but others cannot. I can't hear it at birth. Counting forward, someone in my grandfather's generation can hear it. The man was short of his life and heard the crying sound for less than ten years. I died. I used to hear it, and I didn't take it seriously. The mountain used to only cry for a while, two or three times a year, but these two years..."

The old man's nagging was not over, and we all heard a thunderclap.

The rumbling sound covered the old man's voice, deafening.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it was getting dark outside, and the sound of heavy rain was pouring, making people no other sounds heard.

Everyone was a little shocked.

Outside the window, there was no light, and the lights were not turned on in the room, and it seemed that it was entering the darkness.

The boss opened his mouth wide and probably called out.

The old man was also scared and his chest was fluctuating violently.

Zhuang Huai took out his cell phone to light it and asked loudly where the light switches were.

The two slowly calmed down.

The kitchen light switch was at the door. However, the boss pressed it several times, but the light did not light up.

Maybe the fuse was broken. We were all going to change the fuse with our boss.

Fortunately, this is in the countryside. If you encounter such a thing, you can only call the property and decide when you can use electricity according to the property's attitude.

But the situation is not as simple as expected.

After changing the fuse, the light still couldn't be turned on. We don't know what to do. There is no property here to call to repair the lights.

The old man's face turned a little pale.

We helped the old man to the hall.

The boss took out a high-power flashlight, and worked hard to pour water for the old man.

The old man took a sip, put down his cup, and turned his gaze to me.

The boss's face turned pale and his eyes were trembling. He was very scared, but he always glanced at us.

They probably linked my appearance, the sudden heavy rain, and the ghost stories that made the strangers in Huixiang people.

I heard it, but I didn't hear any more crying. I don't know if the crying had stopped.

I was thinking about finding something to talk about.

We can't leave this heavy rain for the time being.

The old man's lips moved and he said something.

I didn't hear it clearly and asked loudly. If I didn't speak like this, my voice would be covered up by the sound of rain.

The old man exhaled and didn't say anything.

The boss shouted loudly: "We have a saying here: Those who died and buried in the mountains. Those who have been crying there for hundreds of years have been harmed by the village next to them! They are haunted there, and the young master of our landlord family is naughty and goes there to watch the fun. When he comes back, he dies. Turns around, all the family is gone, leaving behind the graves and the ghosts who cry tombs!"

I couldn't help looking at the old man.

The old man's mouth moved again.

The boss continued: "The entire Hui Township was haunted at the beginning of the Waibo Village next to it! Those ghost stories also started there! You want to find them to go there, what are you doing in our village!"

In the end, she felt aggrieved and a little resentful.

I felt something strange, and reached out to stop the others and asked them to retreat.

The old man's mouth and the boss's speech stopped.

Suddenly, the boss was stunned.

A flash of light in my mind, and the horse asked loudly: "Guide! Who is that guide!"

The old man's lips moved a few times again.

The boss raised his voice, but his tone calmed down, which was completely different from her previous tone. "I don't know. I've been dead for many years and saw him and the ghosts of my family. Every time I saw them, they all said the rules and disappeared. He didn't see me at that time, and only found me fifty or sixty years ago and asked me to abide by the rules. I don't know who he is, but he used to live in that cave, and later he didn't know where to move. He should always be in Huixiang."

Chen Zian was already shocked, pointed at the boss and the old man, his mouth wide open and closed, not knowing what to say.

Lu Qiaolan and Zhuang Huai only showed a hint of surprise.

"He called someone like you Yike and set rules. He must be afraid of you. After so many years, you are the second Yike I know who found Waibozi Village. I hope you can end the matter of falling into Huixiang."

The old man's face showed fatigue, and the boss's voice also revealed fatigue.

The old man looked out the window.

"They have cried for so many years. I can hear my grandma crying every day, but I can't even send a message when I meet her... My grandma..."
Chapter completed!