My phone can catch ghosts

"Are there ghosts here?" Bai Moling asked.

"I didn't see it." Luo Hao replied flatly.

"Then why are you here?"

"I noticed just now that this area is full of wandering spirits, they wander around aimlessly, but only this room, no wandering spirits will approach here, it seems that they are naturally afraid of this room." Luo Hao said. Just pushed open the door.

"Squeak~"

The door was easily pushed open. This room seemed to be uninhabited. It had not been cleaned for a long time, and all kinds of sundries were piled up everywhere.

There is also a back door in the house, which opens into a small courtyard. As soon as Luo Hao stepped into the courtyard, he could smell a strong stench. Looking carefully, the ground was also covered with feces pulled by some animals.

"What~"

"Baa~baa~"

The sound of sheep bleating came, and Luo Hao and the two noticed that there were a few young sheep tied to the tree in the corner of the yard.

"Who are you? What are you going to do!"

At this moment, a deep voice came from outside the door.

Turning around to look, it was an old man carrying a bucket. The old man was bent over, his hair was already half white, and although his body was thin, he walked steadily. He quickly walked in front of Luo Hao and the two of them.

"Grandpa, hello, we just intruded here unintentionally, not bad people." Bai Moling immediately explained aloud.

"Hello, is this your house?" Luo Hao asked.

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I often put some miscellaneous things here. They are all worthless things. Except for those few sheep, there is nothing to steal."

Hearing the meaning of the old man's words, Luo Hao explained with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, we are not thieves, it's like this..."

Luo Hao found an excuse, saying that he was from a caravan, and the caravan would pass through this town in a few days. Because of the large number of people, there were not enough inns in the town, so he came here in advance to find some places to stay.

The old man believed it after hearing it, and the expression on his face obviously eased a lot.

"The people living here are all old people. As long as you don't disturb everyone, you can live in any nearby house."

Luo Hao nodded, and then said: "Then thank you, old man, by the way, can people live in this house of yours?"

The old man thought for a while and said: "This place is full of sundries. If you want to live, you can only make a floor in the front room. The backyard is where I raise sheep, so no one can live there."

Luo Hao nodded, then glanced at Bai Moling.

Bai Moling understood, pretending to be very cold and said: "Grandpa, why do you all feel gloomy here, making people very uncomfortable, there will be no unclean things?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the old man nodded and admitted, "A long time ago, this was a mass grave. Later, all the graves were moved away, but no one bought the land, so we poor people built houses here."

"People here have a tradition that after death, the body will be burned into ashes and kept at home for three years, so some ghosts and the like are normal."

"Don't worry, the ghosts here are harmless and will not hurt anyone. If you are worried, you can find another place to live." After finishing speaking, the old man went to feed the sheep.

Bai Moling went to talk to the old man, while Luo Hao wandered around the house with the gossip plate and the Yin Yang eye, but found nothing abnormal, only that the yin energy was heavier.

After feeding the sheep, the old man left. He didn't drive away Luo Hao and the two, but told them to close the door when they left.

"He is so relieved that we stay here, surely there is nothing abnormal in this house?" Bai Moling looked at Luo Hao and said.

Luo Hao nodded, and said: "I really didn't see anything strange, and there is nothing ghostly here."

Bai Moling said dejectedly: "It seems that we really went to the wrong place this time."

The two walked out of the house, closed the door without giving up, and walked around the area for a while without giving up. They had no choice but to leave after finding nothing.

"After running for a long time, I feel a little hungry, shall we go eat something?" Bai Moling said while touching her growling stomach.

"Okay!"

After walking a few steps, the two smelled the smell of meat in the air.

Searching for the scent, the two saw a bustling market at the intersection, full of hawkers selling food.

"The meatloaf in noodle soup looks good there, let's eat there!" Bai Moling ran towards a relatively large stall.

"There's a place here!" Bai Moling greeted Luo Hao.

After the two made it, the noodle soup came soon, and the aroma of the soup entered the nostrils, which made people's appetite whet.

"Why don't you eat it? This soup is delicious." Seeing Luo Hao holding the box in a daze, Bai Moling patted his hand.

"Oh, let's eat now. I happened to see two acquaintances just now." Luo Hao picked up a meatloaf, scooped up the soup and drank it.

"Acquaintance? Two more? Such a coincidence, who is it?" Bai Moling asked.

"Actually, I'm not familiar with it. I've only met it once, and you know it too. It's over there." Luo Hao pointed diagonally to the opposite side.

Bai Moling stretched her head to look, and saw a stall selling wontons not far away. The stall was not big, but the business was very good. It was full of people, and there were even many people queuing up to buy wontons.

As for the two acquaintances that Luo Hao mentioned, she also saw that one was the stall owner, the old man they met not long ago, Bai Moling had asked about it before, the old man called himself Yang Xing, and said he was selling food at a stall. But she didn't expect the old man to sell wontons here.

And another acquaintance, the middle-aged man they met on the road yesterday and asked them to borrow water to water the flowers before they entered Furong Town, was sitting in a corner of the wonton stand with a bowl of wonton in front of him, but I didn't see him eating, but just sat there in a daze.

"Is there something wrong with that person? He ordered a bowl of wontons and just stood there watching and refusing to eat them." Bai Moling muttered and stopped talking, continuing to bury her head in eating cakes and soup.

Luo Hao just felt that the middle-aged man was special, but he didn't intend to say hello to him because of his refusal to leave him thousands of miles away.

Without paying attention to it, he picked up the noodle soup on the table and drank it in a big gulp.