Chapter 3237 The Ghost in the Ring 59

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

"You old woman, what are you talking about with the immortal?"

Grandpa Xiang quickly scolded his wife. It was such a time, and she was still talking about these family matters in front of the immortal. The immortal was an extraordinary and otherworldly master, and it was really disgusting to listen to these things.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

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

"Well, okay, I know this birth date!"

Si Qingliang dropped the paper and nodded to the old couple.

"Well, we'll leave first!"

The old couple also knew how to read people's eyes. Looking at Si Qingliang's appearance at this time, they knew what he meant.

The two stood up and left.

After the two of them left, Si Qingliang opened the torn newspaper in his hand again and carefully memorized Liu Yuezhen's birth date.

The next day, when Si Qingliang went out to eat noodles again, he saw Xiang Qiuping walking towards this side from a distance. Liu Yuezhen was still wearing the same shroud and following behind him. Maybe they were used to it!

Si Qingliang knew that the two of them must be used to eating in that noodle shop, so he went in the opposite direction and found a noodle shop at random and ate a bowl of noodles.

After eating noodles, it was already very late.

There were no people on the street. After all, it was Ghost Festival. It was almost night, and usually no one would come out to hang around.

Si Qingliang looked around and wandered on the road, just wanting to know when this ghost gate would open.

Where is the location? She counted on her fingers on the road as she walked.

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

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

"Girl, today is the Ghost Festival. It's already seven or eight o'clock. Go back quickly!"

The old woman stood in front of the door and shouted to Si Qingliang.

Si Qingliang nodded and thanked her, saying that she would go back immediately.

Seeing her like this, the old woman knew that she had reminded her anyway, and it had nothing to do with her no matter what happened.

She closed the door again.

Because it was a small town, the concrete floor on the ground was somewhat cracked, and the street lights above were also very dim, flickering.

Si Qingliang continued to calculate, and finally walked to the top of a small alley, and then estimated the place.

She couldn't help but sigh.

She looked at the watch on her wrist. It was only half past nine. It was two o'clock in the morning, and there were still several hours left.

Si Qingliang went back to where she lived and rested for a few hours. At 1 a.m., she walked to the alley.

Because the alley was quite far from where she lived, it would take about an hour to run there.

When she was almost there, she saw many little ghosts walking on the road.

She also saw a drunk man stumbling on the road and being played with by a group of little ghosts.