He leaned closer to the river and refining, mysteriously: "I kind of want to join the mountain ghost."

Is he a mountain ghost not implementing a recruitment system, right?

Jiang Lian replied: "...I wish you success."

He realized that it was unlikely to let this person leave through verbal hints. It was too plain and offensive. After all, he was a real "guest" of the mountain ghost. Unlike him, he was not justified.

Just do whatever you want, just talk as he wants, just eat with peace of mind.

Jiang Lian just pretended that he did not exist.

But the charlatan thought about this matter seriously: joining the mountain ghost will benefit greatly. I heard that they have branches on the big hills, and they provide equipment for food, accommodation and equipment. With such support and support, his exploration and research work, why worry about not being able to make a thousand miles a day!

That's right, Meng Qianzi, he didn't appreciate it very much: when she first met, she wore an eye mask and told him that there were two eyeballs in her left eye. When she was on the cliff today, he saw it really, obviously one!

...

The man next to him was always happy and depressed, Jiang Lianhun didn't care, so he slapped the plate in a few seconds, knocked on the edge of the plate, reminding the charlatan to give in, and he had to send the plate back to others.

The charlatan then realized, and used his hands and feet to make room for him, and asked him again: "Then why are you... here for?"

Jiang Lian said: "Do something."

He kicked the ball back lightly: "Where are you?"

The charlatan actually took it very seriously: "I, I'll find a box."

Jiang Lian was stunned. After a while, he put down the tray and sat back on his original position.

It turned out that this was the person Meng Qianzi said who also wanted to find a box.

"What box are you looking for?"

The charlatan was completely unprepared. Except for the matters about mountain gills that Xian Qionghua ordered, the other parts were almost revealed. Of course, it was meaningless to defend against him. Anyway, it was the same as not saying anything.

But Jiang Lian had to ask a few more questions: He went to Xiangxi and was looking for a box together, and told him that it was just a coincidence, but he really didn't believe it.

"You only know the approximate size of the box?"

"Yes, yes," the charlatan gestded again, "It's almost so high, so wide..."

"Also know it was stolen?"

"yes."

"Why do you think it was stolen?"

The charlatan was stopped and he answered for a long time: "It's just...a feeling."

Jiang Lian shook his head: "It is the feeling in your dream that extends to reality. But even in a dream, the feeling will not arise for no reason. It must be based on a certain situation. You must have seen something at that time, but after waking up, you forgot it and remember it only."

It makes sense, the charlatan frowned.

These days, he often dreamed. In his dreams, he went to different places to look for boxes, or the desert in the northwest, Fengziling in the Qinling Mountains, or a cave where he once bravely chopped off the insects with a knife...

Perhaps those scenes were his own experience, connecting the stories of his early years, making his attention only focus on those scenes, and he didn't think about it carefully: Why did he think that the box was stolen?

And those who have heard him talk about this: friends have long been used to his gods and ghosts, and they hear him speak like the wind; strangers think that he is not mentally stubborn, and when he is abnormal, he laughs it off.
Chapter completed!