On the fire, there was a pothole hanging on the pothole.

In the iron pot, a pot of green wild vegetable soup was boiled, and hot air kept coming out of the pot, emitting a strange smell.

Two men, one woman, and one old man.

The four of them sat on the four corners of the iron pot and sat on the ground.

Looking at each other.

The old man with gray hair is haggard and has a pale complexion.

He moved his lips several times, looked at the other three, as if he wanted to say something.

But the three young ghost hunters in front of him seemed to be shooting sparks at each other in secret. The strange atmosphere made him feel extremely difficult to even open his mouth and speak.

Many villagers were lying outside the window, looking at the scene inside the house through the windows.

It was very daytime, but the light inside the house was dim, but because the windows were filled with dense heads.

Yi Lin suddenly laughed.

He picked up the simple tile bowl in front of him, and there was a hole on it.

Yi Lin didn't care either, spooned a bowl of steaming wild vegetable soup and took a sip in front of the other three.

Gugu—

A handsome man.

A girl with long hair shawls.

He glanced at Yi Lin.
Chapter completed!