Aunt Xiang said, and put a torn newspaper in front of Si Qingming.

"You old lady, what did you say to the Daxian?"

Uncle Xiang hurriedly scolded his wife, when is this time, he even said that these parents are short in front of other people's great immortals, they are otherworldly masters, and they actually defile their ears by listening to these mother-in-laws.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Aunt Xiang was also for a while, and she felt that she had complained a little bit, so she said that. In fact, after she finished speaking, she felt a little inappropriate.

"Well, okay, I only need to know this birthdate!"

Si Qingming shed the paper and nodded to the old couple.

"Well, let's leave first!"

The old couple would also look at people's winks. At this time, looking at Si Qingming like this, they knew what it meant.

The two stood up and left.

When the two of them left, Si Qingming opened the broken newspaper in his hand again, carefully memorizing Liu Yuezhen's birth date.

On the second day, when Si Qingming went out to eat noodles again, he saw Xiang Qiuping coming here from a distance. Liu Yuezhen was still wearing that shroud and followed behind him. Probably both of them are used to it!

Si Qingming knew that the two of them must be accustomed to eating at that noodle shop, so in the opposite direction, he randomly found a noodle shop and ate a bowl of noodles.

After eating the noodles, it was already late.

There are no people on the street anymore. After all, it is a ghost festival, and it is almost at night. Normally, no one will come out to hang out.

Si Qingming looked around, wandering on the road, just wanting to know when this ghost gate will open.

Where is the location, she walked while pinching her fingers on the road.

It was getting late and there were basically no pedestrians on the road.

Si Qingming continued to walk forward. A shop on the side of the road was closing the door. When the door was just closed, the people inside saw Si Qingming still wandering outside, and the old woman inside opened the door again.

"Girl, today is the Ghost Festival, it's seven or eight o'clock, go back soon!"

The old woman stood in front of the door and shouted at Si Qingming.

Si Qingming nodded and thanked him, saying that he would go back soon.

Seeing her like this, the old lady reminded herself anyway, what she was doing had nothing to do with herself.

The door was closed again now.

Because it is a small town, the concrete floor on the ground is somewhat cracked, and the street lamp above the head is also very dim, bright and dark.

Si Qingming still figured it out, and finally walked to the top of a small alley, only then estimated the place.

She couldn't help sighing.

I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was only half past nine, and it was two o'clock in the morning, which was still a few hours away.

Si Qingming went back to where she lived and rested for a few hours. At one o'clock in the morning, she walked to the vicinity of the small alley.

Because that small alley was still a little far away from where she lived, and it took almost an hour to run away.

When I was about to walk there, I had already seen many little ghosts walking on the road.

She also saw a drunk man, stumbled on the road by a group of kids playing.