The villagers of Qingshui Village were all busy, but as for Tuantuan, she found the village chief.
"Grandpa Village Chief, do you know where there are many graves?"
The village chief's hand trembled, and the cup shattered.
The village chief looked terrified: "Little fairy, why are you asking about the cemetery?"
Tuan Tuan laughed and said, "I'm going to chat with a ghost."
The village chief's hands were shaking so badly he developed Parkinson's disease...
"You want to talk to a ghost?"
"Yes, it's about ghosts, old ghosts or little ghosts, as long as they're ghosts. Grandpa Village Chief, do you know where there are many graves? Any kind of grave is fine, Tuantuan won't be picky."
The village chief was completely dumbfounded. How could such a young child like to talk to ghosts?
What does that mean?
Could she... be a ghost too?
Under the scorching sun, Tuan Tuan cast a shadow, just like him; he was a human, not a ghost.
"Grandpa Village Chief, do you even know where the graves are?!"
The village chief didn't know; she had to ask others.
The village chief pointed forward with a trembling hand: "There are a few new graves over there, some for children and some for the elderly. There shouldn't be a generation gap between us."
"Thank you, Grandpa Village Chief!" Tuantuan walked away happily.
The villagers gathered around to inquire, whispering, "Village chief, what's this kid up to now? He's acting all mysterious, why did he go into the woods?"
The village chief said in a hollow voice, "She asked me where there were graves. She wanted to chat with ghosts. She said she wasn't picky, little ghosts or old ghosts were all fine with her, she wouldn't refuse anyone."
"What!" The villagers were so frightened that their hair stood on end!
Good heavens, what kind of little dumpling is this??
She's chatting with a ghost?
She's got a death wish!
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