It had only been a few months since Nangong Yao said things were getting worse and the world was becoming more dangerous. It hadn't even been half a year.
The old man had said that if a ghost had grown stronger, or if the only change was that Huixiang had become more sinister, that would be one thing. But if the whole world had changed...
I couldn't help feeling a little afraid.
Zhuang Huai glanced at me.
He asked the old man, "What's on that mountain?"
The old man waved his hand. "Nothing much, just some graves. Old graves. If someone reported them, an archaeological team might come take a look. But nobody dares. A few young men from the village tried going up there a few years ago. I don't know where they got the idea, but they took shovels and went to dig up the graves. They said they might find some antiques worth a fortune. They hadn't even taken a swing when they heard crying and ran back in fright."
"Were they all right?" Zhuang Huai asked warily.
The old man waved his hand again. "Who knows? It's not something people are proud of. Crying Grave Ridge has been haunted for years. Everyone in the village knows that. Those men still went and disturbed the graves. The families all moved away afterward. I heard they went elsewhere for work. Don't know if they're still alive. Sigh, it's been a real nuisance these past few years. Young people these days..."
The old man shook his head with a sigh.
There were probably more locals who had become outsiders in Huixiang than just Meng Yifan.
Zhuang Huai asked again about the missing outsiders and the mirror.
The old man had only heard things secondhand. What he said was much