Qingxuan followed Yan Yan here and saw her going to a stall buying roasted sweet potatoes by a familiar route.
"Girl is here? I left the most fragrant one for you."
"Old man, why didn't you leave the stall on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year?" Yan Yan asked knowingly while peeling roasted sweet potatoes.
"That day, that day was the funeral of our county magistrate's old man." The roasted sweet potato old man replied, "The girl also came to buy sweet potatoes that day? Oh, come on, I'll give you some more."
In this small county in the cold winter in the north, you can come across a roasted sweet potato seller within two or three steps.
But Yan Ji only came to his stall and gave him a lot of copper coins.
"Where does the girl live? How about I send it directly to the girl every day?" This is a fixed amount of copper coins every day.
"Yin'an City." Yan Yan muttered as he ate the roasted sweet potato, "It should have been cold when you brought it."
Roasted sweet potato old man: "..."
It takes at least a day and a night to travel from Yin'an City to Heishui County.
He wondered if Yan Yan was making up the lie to prevent him from sending roasted sweet potatoes.
"How did the old man in the county's family die?" Seeing that the old man didn't reply, Yan Yan continued to ask.
While we were talking, many people came to buy roasted sweet potatoes, and even other vendors sold a lot of items.
——In Heishui County, there are many more people coming and going than before.
"The old lady has always been in poor health. The county magistrate has been looking for a doctor since more than ten years ago. I heard that on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, I gave medicine to my front legs and my back legs died."
"Died of illness." Yan was frustrated and stopped eating the roasted sweet potato in his hand.
If what Old Man Roasted Sweet Potato said is true, it means that the old man had been treating the disease for decades, and after finally curing it, he was regarded as having died and was buried in the living room.
Qingxuan didn't like to eat. He didn't like to eat. He didn't like to eat. He didn't like to eat. After he died, he rarely drank tea.
She gave Yan Yan the roasted sweet potatoes that her old man had given her, but she saw that she didn't even want to eat them.
Looking around, I saw a child at the corner of the street and gave him the roasted sweet potato in my hand.
The child looked at the roasted sweet potato in Qingxuan's hand, then looked at Yan Yu, lowered his head and reached out to take the roasted sweet potato, came to Yan Yu and said thank you.
Qingxuan: "..." Although it was Yan Ji who paid for it, he was the one who gave it to the child. Why didn't he come and thank him?
Yan Yan rubbed the child's head and stuffed the last bite of sweet potato into his mouth.
She stood up and was about to leave when she saw the child still looking at her.
"What's wrong? Do you think I look good?"
Qingxuan: "..." Even if we are a fairy, can we be more modest?
"I have met my sister." Guapi swallowed the food in his mouth, "When we came back from the cemetery, was my sister here selling roasted sweet potatoes?"
"Are you from the county magistrate's family?"
Guapi nodded.
When the funeral procession came back, Yan Yan only remembered seeing the head of the county magistrate and the memorial tablet he was holding in his hand.
"Sister is from Yin'an City, isn't she going to the county magistrate's house?"
Yan Yan nodded, "But we are going to Xinghua Village now. Do you know where Xinghua Village is?"
"Miss, how could a child know..."
Yan Yan raised his index finger in front of his mouth to signal Qingxuan not to speak.
"Children are the most honest, right?" Yan Yan coaxed Guapi in his tone.
Guapi's expression changed, and he looked at Yan Yan as if he saw something he was afraid of.
Yan Yan and Qing Xuan looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
"What's wrong?" Yan Yan turned around and looked around.
The corner where they were squatting was in an alley, and there was no one else around.
"Did sister hear it too?" Guapi asked blankly, holding a roasted sweet potato.
Yan Yan was stunned, "What did you hear?"
Guapi pursed his lips and said something horrifying.
"The Voice from the Coffin."
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"Who are these two?" Grandpa Guapi focused his attention on Yan Yan.
He had seen this girl before on the day of the old man's funeral.
That hair that is whiter than snow is something that no one will forget.
But who would have known that the girl with white hair would be Hei Wuchang, the ghost hunter in the underworld.
"Guapi said that you are also going to Xinghua Village, old man, so you can take us with you."
Qingxuan's heart was full of sighs.
It is true that the underworld is dark and impermanent, so this is how I seek help from others.