my hungry husband

It took An Le a half a beat to realize that Jiang Mingyu wasn't hungry, she was probably scorched by chili peppers.

An Le stared at Jiang Mingyu's face, the corners of her mouth twitched.

Jiang Mingyu squinted at him and said, "Just tell me what you have."

An Le endured it for a long time before suppressing her smile and asked, "Boss, why didn't you say you can't eat spicy food?"

Looking back now, when they went to eat barbecue that time, Jiang Mingyu tried not to touch the chili noodles, and Jiang Hong's dishes were not particularly spicy.

Jiang Mingyu usually eats Huaiyang cuisine. When he suddenly came to Hunan, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with Hunan cuisine. The slightly spicy food is too spicy for him. Can he feel comfortable eating it forcibly?

But from the beginning to the end, whether it was facing Que Xuanqing or Que Ziwu, he did not refuse, but silently endured.

Jiang Mingyu chose not to say a word in the face of Anle's questioning.

An Le could probably understand why he was being so brave, and finally couldn't help laughing.

The big brother's idol burden is too heavy.

Jiang Mingyu saw An Le smiled, turned around, and turned her back to him.

The back of the boss is still so cold, with a touch of loneliness and discomfort - and probably an illusion of anger.

An Le looked at Jiang Mingyu's back, and people who didn't know him thought that he didn't eat fireworks, was out of the world, and kept calm when encountering anything.

In fact, it's just that I'm embarrassed to blow the kindness of the Que family father and son.

An Le quickly suppressed her smile, went to pour a glass of water, and handed it to Jiang Mingyu.

"Big brother, drink some water, you'll feel better." An Le coaxed in a good voice, thinking that Jiang Mingyu endured the discomfort all night last night, An Le felt ashamed for her little carelessness.

I knew that I would have to share a room with Jiang Mingyu, and I could take care of him.

Jiang Mingyu stopped lying on the bed pretending to be a fairy, sat up and took the water glass in Anle's hand and drank it.

Seeing that he drank all the water, An Le asked, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Jiang Mingyu put down the cup, her face turned bloody, and said, "It doesn't hurt."

It must be a lie.

An Le didn't poke Jiang Mingyu's idol mask. After thinking about it, she knelt down beside the bed and stretched her hands towards Jiang Mingyu's stomach.

Jiang Mingyu's body was a little stiff, but she didn't move away.

An Le covered Jiang Mingyu's abdomen with her hand, and said in a low voice, "I had stomach pains when I was young, and my mother just covered it for me."

Jiang Mingyu was leaning against the head of the bed, An Le was very close, Jiang Mingyu looked down and could only see the swirl of hair on the top of his head.

Jiang Mingyu didn't move after all, letting Anle put her paws on her body.

Anle pressed his hand, feeling the wonderful touch under the palm, it was a bit soft at first, but it became firm after touching the muscles.

How many abs does the boss have?

An Le thought so, and used all her strength to explore Jiang Mingyu's muscles.

Seeing that An Le's hand was getting more and more marginalized, Jiang Mingyu grabbed his paw and held it in front of him.The paws were warm and soothed his discomfort like magic, but...

"...Where are you touching?"

"Hey." An Le pretended to be stupid, blinked, and asked, "Is it better?"

Jiang Mingyu felt a lot better after being tormented by him like this. The fairy energy in her body faded away, her face recovered, and she became human again.

Jiang Mingyu's trait is also very magical. Whether she is hungry or uncomfortable, she will become dull and impersonal when she is ill.

An Le looked at the time and said, "It's almost time for the appointment, big brother, can you do it?"

Don't ask a man if it's okay, Jiang Mingyu said flatly: "It's okay, let's go according to the original plan."

Fortunately, the hotel has western style breakfast. An Le helped Jiang Mingyu get hot milk and sweet bread. After eating, he looked a little better. When the Que family and his son arrived, he looked as usual.

Seeing that they had already had breakfast, Que Xuanqing said with a little regret: "I still want to ask you to eat Hunan rice noodles. Hunan rice noodles are delicious."

An Le smiled awkwardly. He believed that the rice noodles were really delicious, but Jiang Mingyu wanted to eat them, so he probably didn't have to leave today.

The father and son of the Que family drove two cars, one was off-road and the other was a truck.

An Le stared intently at the truck with "Ziwu Logistics" printed on its body.

"If you find the coffin, there will always be a car to bring it back." Que Xuanqing explained to him.

Sure enough, even though he was mentally prepared, An Le still had goosebumps. The Que family and his son had a firm belief that they must find the coffin when they went, so they brought the truck.

They set off from City C and drove to Xiangxi. Que Ziwu took Jiang Mingyu and An Le on a cross-country ride, and Que Xuanqing led his men to follow behind in a truck.

Here we need to praise our country's road infrastructure again. There are roads in remote places, not to mention the highways running through the province.

Que Ziwu had the most say: "Where was such a good road when I was young, if someone died outside and wanted to go back to the village for burial, it would take a lot of work, and their relatives would go to my house to beg my grandfather."

Que Xuanqing's great-grandfather and Que Ziwu's grandfather were exorcists. Anle suddenly became curious and asked, "Uncle Que, have you ever seen a real exorcist?"

Que Ziwu laughed and didn't answer. He just said, "At that time, my grandfather hadn't seen any customers, so he sent my father to drive to help. I have seen many such things since I was a child, so I started thinking about starting a company."

An Le nodded, but later on the living conditions improved, transportation was no longer the primary issue, and the company focused on dealing with zombies.

In the second half of the journey, after entering the mountains, it didn't start so fast.

An Le put her face against the car window to watch the scenery outside.

The so-called picturesque landscape is like this!The vegetation on the steep mountain wall is emerald green, and the flowing water at the foot of the mountain wall is also emerald green. The green mountains and green water are intertwined, which is thick and fresh and timeless. out of the corner.

Only then did An Le understand what is called elegance and what is called beauty.

There are many Miao people and Tujia people in western Hunan. Most of the buildings in the past were stilted buildings, built on the hillside, suspended on three sides, and supported by wood at the bottom, which is conducive to ventilation and drying and to prevent poisonous insects.

Most of the villages in western Hunan are called Zhaizi, each of which is scattered in the mountains, accompanied by mountains and rivers, beautiful and dreamy.

"Now there are fewer wooden buildings." Que Ziwu said so, "Many villages have moved to new addresses, with water, electricity, school, and roads at the door, or concrete houses, and the old villages have been abandoned."

It's a pity for An Le, but the improvement of living conditions is a good thing.

There are many mountains and waters in western Hunan, and there are streams everywhere. The water from the mountains erodes the mountains on the way and forms karst caves. People say that "there are no mountains in western Hunan, no mountains and no caves", and this kind of karst caves have become an important part of the life of Hunan people. .

Many villages are built on the edge of big caves. After the warlords ruled in the old society, many bandits were born in western Hunan.

Everything has animism, and many caves have their own legends. People in Xiangxi believe that there is a cave god living in the cave, and they will perform sacrifices in front of the cave.

But when a woman is getting married, if she passes by the entrance of the cave, the musicians stop playing, the people stop talking and laughing, and everyone walks quietly without making any sound.

Because people were afraid of disturbing the god in the cave, the cave god came out to check, and when he saw the beautiful bride, he would take her soul away and turn her into a cave girl.

Que Ziwu explained the local conditions and customs to Anle along the way, and Anle listened with great interest while watching the scenery.

And Jiang Mingyu closed his eyes in the back seat of the car, An Le thought he was asleep, and he would occasionally interject a few words.

It was already afternoon when they arrived at the destination. Before reaching the destination, Que Xuanqing's truck turned a corner and went off the road, and stopped in the open space next to it.

"What's wrong?" An Le asked suspiciously.

"In the past, when morticians drove at night, there would be a special police station for them. It's the same now. The villagers are taboo about this. It's better not to enter the village with that truck." Que Ziwu explained.

This episode made Anle a little nervous, and he followed the off-road vehicle into the cottage.

It was a large village, the buildings were basically made of wood and bamboo, and the original gate and the suspension bridge in front of the gate were still preserved. Anle got out of the car and found that there were not many people here, most of them were There are old people sitting at the door and children running around.

"Young people have gone out to work." Que Ziwu said.

This is no different from other villages.

After a while, Que Xuanqing came up with people, and the Que family father and son greeted the people in the village, and booked a few houses as a foothold.

"This is the closest place to where the signal disappeared." Que Ziwu said to Jiang Mingyu and An Le, "We will go up the mountain tomorrow."

Jiang Mingyu said: "You can start tonight." Of course, ghost hunting should be at night, so there is no reason to do it during the day.

Que Ziwu was stunned, and said: "The distance is still a bit far, and the mountain road is not easy to walk, and...don't you need to prepare, sir?"

Jiang Mingyu didn't react for a while, and said, "What are you going to do?"

Que Ziwu frowned, and said in confusion, "For example, setting up a formation or drawing a spell, after all, there are so many ghosts."

Que Ziwu had long wondered that when Jiang Mingyu came, he was empty-handed, without any magic weapon, and at least he carried a bag when traveling, and Jiang Mingyu carried peace along the way.

Jiang Mingyu paused when he heard the words, and then followed Que Ziwu's words: "Then get ready and go tomorrow."

An Le rolled her eyes frantically in her heart.

The boss must have forgotten about decorating the facade. Jiang Mingyu would dress up when he was a ghost last time, wearing some useless talisman papers on his body, pretending to be a serious celestial master.

This time, it is estimated that the Que family members are all experts, and he was too lazy to pretend, so he was pointed out by others.

Where does Jiang Mingyu know how to spell formations and spells? He can only eat with his mouth.

So Jiang Mingyu locked herself in the room for half the afternoon, and the Que family thought that the husband was arranging formations, divination and gossip, and did not dare to disturb him.

Only An Le knew that he didn't sleep well after eating spicy food last night, and now he must be sleeping with the door closed.

The father and son of the Que family were in the middle of making preparations, and the mountain road was not easy to walk. They hired a few villagers to remove the grass nails and road signs, and An Le just had nothing to do in the village.

Luckily it's interesting and not boring.

This cottage retains the original style of Xiangxi. There are many small wooden buildings on stilts in the village, which are old and well preserved. There are Miao-style decorations everywhere, which makes Anle feel very interesting.

An Le walked around in circles and looked around. The people in the village were no strangers to outsiders. Some old people even regarded him as a salesman and dragged him to exchange things with him.It's a pity that he can't understand the dialect. It would be nice to chat with the old man and listen to the story.

An Le was wandering around unsteadily when she suddenly heard a burst of crying.

The crying was so sad, swaying in the wind, it sounded like the weeping of a female ghost in a horror movie.

If it weren't for the daytime and the sun was overhead, An Le would have thought he had run into a ghost again.

Although there are few people in the village, it is not empty. Anle turned her head to look around. The crying sound spread with the wind, but no one came to check, making Anle suspect that only she could hear the sound.

An Le's courage grew a lot, and she followed the sound calmly and walked over.

Finally, under a tree, he saw a woman sitting on the ground, crying with her head down.

The woman was wearing a calico top and a black skirt, with Miao silver ornaments around her neck. She was clean and well-groomed. In addition, she had a good figure, and she had an ethnic style.

Such a woman crying alone is a very attractive scene, but no one cares about her.

She cried sadly, and the leaves on the tree seemed to sense her emotions and fell down one after another, floating to her shoulders and sliding down again, spreading all over the floor.

Now it is August in the Gregorian calendar, and it is the time when the leaves are luxuriant. Those leaves are falling like snow, as if they were cried by that woman, which is a bit evil.

An Le first looked at her feet and found a shadow, so she breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and asked, "Hello, what happened?"

The woman seemed not to have heard An Le's words, and continued to cry.

An Le scratched her head, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, the woman raised her head, her face was full of tears, but her eyes were full of radiance, she stared at An Le, and smiled silly at him.

When the woman showed her face, An Le realized that she might only be in her early twenties, with a clear face and fine features, but crying and laughing made her look distorted and weird.

An Le took a step back instinctively.

"She's a girl in a cave."

Suddenly another voice came from behind, An Le jumped three feet in fright, he turned his head and saw a woman looking at him with great interest.

Seeing his startled look, the man covered his mouth and kept laughing: "You are so timid."

An Le's face turned a little hot, only to realize that although the visitor was a woman, she was very tall, even taller than him.

At least 1.8 meters or more.