Foreigners with short brown hair walked to remote towns and were quite eye-catching everywhere. They were not spacious streets. The crushed roads were filled with potholes of sewage. On both sides, there were many men and women in the town who were watching strange things. They stared at the foreigners who had just watched on TV and whispered in a low voice.

"Wow, what you saw on TV is different from what you saw with your own eyes."

"That's right, it's not as good as it looks on TV. Look at his pores...tsk tsk... the nose hair is almost sticking out, and I won't repair it."

"You guys say, what are we doing here when this foreigner comes?"

"Who knows, is it the foreign teacher invited by the school?"

As the sound of rustling speeches on the street, he walked around a water-stuffed Harold, waved his hand to gesture at them, speaking in a strange Chinese voice, and shouted: "Hello everyone, don't look strange here. I am a Jew, from Morosia, and that nation that loves money very much!"

Li Lan, who followed him, gave him a blank look and whispered: "What are we here for?"

The latter reacted and quickly continued what he said just now and added another sentence.

"...... Everyone... villagers, do you know how the sixth production team will leave?"

Most people who live here must understand that some people pointed to a northwest road, "You go from here and just walk all the way. After going up the hillside, the road is not difficult to walk. It rained two days ago, and the road was a bit slippery."

"Thank you!"

This sound was returned by Li Lan. Harold, who was holding and bowing, turned around the countryside dirt road. Fortunately, Harold was not bad at driving and did not fall into the mud pit. As he moved forward, the villages along the way were scattered around the fields, including bamboo forests, woods, ridges, and trenches in the forest.

Harold swallowed, his face turned a little panicked and turned to the woman on the passenger seat.

"Chinese people... all like this? Are you not afraid?"

"You don't live here, so you're afraid of something, hurry up and go!"

The rugged mud road passed by, afraid of missing the place name, and saw a passing villager riding an electric bike coming towards him, Li Lan lowered the window and shouted: "Brother, can you ask, how can the Sixth Team get there?"

The electric car with the 'Horse Fast' posted stopped steadily, like a young man delivering express delivery, pointing not far ahead, "Just ahead, walk another five hundred meters, who are you looking for? I'm familiar with it there. Oh, there is also a dead foreigner."

"I'm a living foreigner!" Harold tilted his head and shouted out the window. Li Lan pushed his face away and followed the young man's words, "Do you know that Team Six originally had a family named Wang, Wang Ruhu, do you know?"

"have no idea."

The young man shrugged his shoulders, heard a sound urging in the intercom, waved his hands at the men and women in the car, twisted the electric door and rode the electric bike away quickly.

"Also say I'm familiar with it."

Looking at the "Knight" who was far away, Li Lan turned around and asked Harold to continue driving forward. Soon, he went to a mud road in front of a village and asked a farmer working in the fields, and then he realized that it was this place.

"Wang Ruhu...hiss...What a familiar name..." The old farmer leaned on a hoe and slapped a mouthful of smoke. The white mist rose above his head, "...King...Wang...Wang..."

While murmuring, he suddenly remembered something, threw the cigarette butt and slapped his thigh: "Oh, isn't this the son of Jianjun family? Miscellaneous, is he back?"

"No, he is still abroad and has suffered a little injury. Please come and see your hometown."

"So that's it. Alas, the Jianjun and his wife are no longer here. The dilapidated house is less than two hundred meters away from his family."

Li Lan thanked the old man and took Harold along the mud road. The courtyard houses with mud and sandy walls on both sides, the old green tiled roofs, and the faded New Year pictures were stuck on the gate. Occasionally, a barking sounded, and his paws digging the cracks below the door kept towards Harold walking outside. Li Lan shouted wildly. The former was so scared that he pinched the corner of the woman's clothes and huddled behind him.

"The countryside of your China is so terrible."

Soon, the two found the house that the old farmer mentioned. The courtyard wall collapsed after being disrepaired. The roof even had a huge hole because of the fallen branches and leaves that had accumulated for many years. Looking inside, the courtyard was covered with weeds, and the things I didn't want were thrown into the courtyard, and the yard was covered with moss.

"Is this Hu's hometown? It's so dilapidated, I feel more and more sorry for him." Harold took out his cell phone with emotion and took a picture of the weeds all over the yard with the ragged house.

Seeing the woman rolling her eyes on her side, she explained: "When I return to the United States, I will show him."

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!"

Just as Harold was talking, at the end of the dirt road on one side of the two, a gray-haired woman stood there with a green onion pinching a green onion, as if her eyes were a little bad. She squinted her eyes slightly, looked at them alertly, and then looked at the dilapidated house there.

"There are people you know in the village?"

Perhaps afraid that the other party would misunderstand and call the police, Li Lan quickly told her purpose. When she heard the three words "Wang Ruhu", the old woman was obviously stiff, and she pinched her green hands and rubbed mud on her apron around her waist, her tone was a little quick.

"You said like a tiger? How is he doing now? My poor sister." The woman suddenly cried and turned around and left, which made the two of them feel at a loss. She didn't know what was going on. She looked at each other and followed her. She saw the woman entering a yard. In less than a moment, she took incense, candles and paper money and ran to a nearby bamboo forest. She lit the two graves and inserted them into the soil. She folded her hands together and knelt on the ground and muttered something.

Harold didn't understand what these meanings were, but he felt novel. He squatted beside him and watched with relish. Li Lan, who was standing beside him, probably understood that this was telling them to the dead Wang Ruhu's parents what Wang Ruhu is doing now.

"Sister, you are relieved now. Ah Hu is still alive. He is fine in the United States. I believe that in the future, he will be able to come back and kowtow to you and your wife in person."

"Auntie, who are you from Wang Ruhu's parents?" Seeing that the woman over there stopped talking, Li Lan interrupted and asked.

Over there, the woman got up from the ground and patted the cloth dust on her knees, and smiled at her.

"Me? Haha... I am Ah Hu's mother's sister, my dear sister. My two sisters married here together. My son is one year younger than Ah Hu. The two children grew up playing with mud together with their butts. They were so close when they were young."

"Your son?"

"Yes, Ah Hu's cousin is called Xia Yi." Wang Suhua wiped the tears on his face, and he was quite interested in the woman in front of him. "He is now in Jiaohe City and has a very large company. You are friends with Ah Hu. You will definitely be happy to visit him and tell him about Ah Hu."

The two followed the woman to the depths of the bamboo forest, where there was a lonely grave covered with bamboo leaves and moss, like a turtle lying on the ground, raising its armor high.

"This is Ahu and Xia Yi's master, and he is also buried here. It's time to tell him that Ahu is fine."

Seeing the old woman lit the incense candle as before, Harold quietly approached Li Lan and whispered: "Can this woman talk to the dead? Is she a psychic?"

"What kind of psychics, don't guess randomly, every family can do it, okay?"

"Ah?! Every Chinese family talks to the dead?" Harold widened his eyes, his not strong body, and started to tremble. "China is becoming more and more mysterious and terrifying... No wonder tigers are so powerful."

When he grabbed his hair, his voice suddenly stopped. He stared at the grave for a long time, and always felt something was wrong.

"Go away!"

When Harold reacted, the woman next to him pulled him, pointed to the old woman who had already walked outside the bamboo forest, returned to the other party's yard, said something, and mentioned that she wanted to re-register Wang Ruhu. The woman asked them to go to Jiaohe City to find her son, which might be easy.

Soon after, he said goodbye to the woman and drove away from Tongshan Town. Harold was a little confused along the way. He almost rear-end with the car in front of him several times. He was beaten by Li Lan a few times before he could barely drive into the city. Following the address given by the woman, he came to a film production company. The reception desk said that it was Xia Yi's mother introduced him, so he carefully found a colleague to accompany the two to take the elevator to the tenth floor.

"Mr. Xia has something to do and is still outside, so you two are here and wait."

"OK."

Li Lan politely took the tea handed over and watched the other party leave. Then she looked around. The entire layer was opened and it was extremely spacious. There was an exhibition box at the hem of each load-bearing wall column. Through the outer glass, there were weapons inside... Qinglong Yanyue Knife, Golden Cudgel, Snow Drinking Knife, Fang Tian Painting Halberd, Overlord Gun, Frost Sadness, etc. Li Lan and Harold called names, or weapons that could not be called.

There is even a Saint Seiya's cloak.

“Wow~~Wow~~”

Suddenly, the two of them found a bracket next to the desk not far away, with a crow standing on it. The black feathers were mixed with a little metallic blue, and they were looking at it with their heads tilted.
Chapter completed!