The old man glanced at the little boy and didn't show any panic.
Because my current identity is that of a ghost, there are ghosts who seek me out to be reincarnated into the underworld almost every day, so they are now used to seeing ghosts. In their view, this little boy is just a ghost that comes to the underworld.
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I glanced at the little boy and frowned, because the child was sallow and skinny, extremely thin, as if he had never had a full meal.
Looking at him, I couldn't help but feel very strange in my heart. Today's society is completely different from before. Logically speaking, this child would not be so hungry. Especially the clothes he was wearing were actually linen clothes, which were different from modern children.
The clothes are completely different.
"Uncle, I'm very hungry. Can you let me eat something?" The child looked at the food on the table and stuck out his tongue to lick his lips.
"Eat whatever you want." I said to him with a smile.
After hearing my words, the old man quickly moved out of the way and brought over a set of tableware, a plate of side dishes and a steamed bun.
The little boy looked at us cautiously, a little shy, but after all he couldn't resist the temptation of the food on the table, sat down, and then started to "eat" hungrily.
Looking at the little boy wolfing down the food, I couldn't help but frown. I could see that he was really hungry.
This feeling of hunger was deeply imprinted in his soul when he was alive, so even though the little boy has turned into a ghost now, he is still very hungry.
Of course, ghosts cannot eat. What they eat is incense and offerings. So although the little boy looked like he was eating like crazy, the food on the table looked untouched to ordinary people.
I looked at the little boy devouring the food and remained silent.
"What's wrong with you today? You spent so long with a little kid and your mother's love is overflowing?" Duanmuqing sat in front of me and said to me, looking at the little boy.
This guy never opened his vagina before he met me, but now he can, because I drew a barrier-breaking charm for him, and he kept it close to me.
Looking at the little boy, I shook my head and said, "I can't keep him."
I had already summoned the underworld as soon as the child appeared. Although he looked pitiful, he was dead after all and was a ghost. What I can do to help him now is to send him to the underworld so that he can be reincarnated as soon as possible.
But to my surprise, my vagina couldn’t hold this brat at all!
"How is that possible? Isn't he a ghost?" Duanmuqing's eyes widened with question marks on his face.
"He is a ghost, but his soul is incomplete now, so he cannot enter." I said to Duanmu Qing.
I kept staring at the little boy while he was eating, and now I am sure that the soul in this little boy is incomplete for some unknown reason.
The Yin Gate is the passage that allows ghosts to enter the underworld, but this passage only accepts ghosts with complete souls, and this little boy is obviously unqualified.
"I'm so full. I'm so full. I've never been so full." At this time, the little boy was holding his belly with an intoxicated look on his face, as if having a full meal was the greatest enjoyment for him.
"Where did you come from, and why is your soul incomplete?" I looked at the little boy and asked him.
Hearing my words, the little boy was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I came from Caomiao Village, uncle, what do you mean by incomplete soul?"
I couldn't help but frown when I heard what he said, because I had never heard of Caomiao Village.
I turned around and glanced at Lao Dao and Duanmu Qing. They had lived in Jishui for decades and should know this place.
But the two people shook their heads at me almost at the same time. It was obvious that they had never heard of such a place.
I looked at the little boy, and he looked at me with his big eyes, and he didn't look like he was lying.
"Where is Caomiao Village?" I asked him.
After hearing my words, the little boy raised his hand and scratched his head, then pointed to the south and said: "It's over there. I got lost and came out, but it's great to come out. I can finally eat enough. Folks in the village
We are all still hungry."
Folks?
I frowned when I heard what the little boy said. It was obvious that the folks he mentioned were not groundless. It was just that he was a ghost. So could the folks he mentioned also be ghosts?
If so, then things are a bit troublesome.
At first I thought the little boy might be from out of town, but he spoke with a Jishui accent, so he must be a local.
If what he said is true, it proves that there are still many ghosts in Jishui. I am the culprit of Jishui. This is my territory and I will never allow this to happen.
"Can you take me to your village?" I asked the little boy.
Who would have thought that after hearing what I said, the little boy blinked his eyes and said with embarrassment: "I'm sorry, uncle, I was wandering in the village and then walked out in a daze. I didn't know the way back at all, and the village
The villagers inside couldn't get out. In the past, every time I walked to the entrance of the village, it was like I was blocked by something and couldn't get out at all."
After hearing his words, I became even more curious about Caomiao Village. A village that cannot be left, with many ghosts trapped in it, what exactly is that place?
Without me saying anything, Duanmu took out his cell phone early in the morning and started searching for news about Caomiao Village on the Internet.
But after a moment, he shook his head and said: "No, there is no administrative village named Caomiao Village in Jishui."
I frowned and looked down at the child. Could he be lying to me?
"Wait a minute, here is some news about Caomiao Village!" Just when I couldn't help but want to interrogate the little boy, Duanmuqing's voice rang again.
I leaned over and saw that it was a post on a local forum in Jishui. The poster asked if anyone knew about a place called Caomiao Village in Jishui.
The answers from the floors below were almost unanimous, and they all said they didn’t know.
Duanmuqing kept scrolling down for several pages, and finally saw a reply from a netizen.
The person's ID is called 'Angry Laoyan'. He said: I have heard that my grandmother was from Caomiao Village back then. After marrying my grandfather when she was a teenager, she never went back. It's not that she didn't want to go back, but that she didn't want to go back.
That village has completely disappeared.
Someone quickly asked below the floor: "It disappeared. How did it disappear? A village can disappear for no reason. Are you talking nonsense?"
After climbing a few more floors, the person with the ID 'Angry Laoyan' finally replied: That village disappeared in 1939. As for the reason for the disappearance, you can think for yourself. After my grandma told me this story, I checked a lot of information and found out.
The specific location of that village was something I accidentally entered last year. The experience I will never forget.
