Before, my mother's expression changed when she heard the word An'an.

It seems that it was indeed after An An died.

So who is the boss of the dungeon? It’s not a self-created dungeon this time, there must be a boss.

"There have been many deaths in this house."

Xiao Yuan ate white rice and muttered.

Mom's hands holding the rice paused, her expression unclear.

"How do you know?"

Zhong Qing asked her curiously.

"The resentment is overwhelming, the beams are extremely dark, and eating meat is really disgusting..."

Madoka said while touching her chin.

"Many tires have died, and some have formed?"

Mom put the bowl down with a confused look on her face.

Anxu pulled Xiaoyuan and signaled to stop talking.

No wonder she used to feel sick after eating this meat.

So there is still such a saying?

At this time, the old woman came over with two bowls of freshly fried vegetables and placed them on the table with a loud bang.

"That's it, no more."

As he spoke, he glanced at An Xu with his triangular eyes.

An Xu smiled and picked up a chopstick of vegetables.

"The old man and the others have something to do outside today and won't come back. Let's eat quickly and wash the dishes for a while."

The old woman arranged for her mother while eating, and her mother nodded.

After eating, the old woman ran out without knowing why.

An Xu asked Xiao Yuan and Zhong Qing to go back first, while he helped his mother wash the dishes.

"Hey, hey, you are a guest, how can you do this?"

Mother hurriedly pulled Anxu to sit down and wouldn't let her touch it.

"Um, sister. I don't think you have the temperament of a villager."

An Xu couldn't help wash the dishes and started chatting.

Mom smiled and said:

"What's wrong with growing up in a small village?"

"That's it."

An Xu didn't expose it and just chatted about one thing or another.

Her mother suddenly turned around and asked her:

"Your name is An An?"

"Yes, my surname is An, so everyone calls me An An."

"My daughter is also called An An."

There was nothing strange on An Xu's face, and he asked curiously:

"Hey? What a coincidence. What about little An'an?"

"That child was naughty and accidentally fell to death."

Mother smiled reluctantly, An Xu knew how painful she was.

"I'm sorry, sister, I don't know either."

"It's okay, but sister, if you can leave early, leave early. This place..."

It's not something people can tolerate.

My mother didn't finish her words, she just stopped.

"We came here to travel nearby and experience the local customs."

"It's fortunate that there are boys in your group."

An Xu smiled and pretended not to understand.

All the fantasy and ghost-hunting stuff are just made up by me, don’t bother with them.
Chapter completed!