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Chapter 1,703 Have you heard of that place before?

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    It was only then that Yan Wanxi saw clearly that Zou Nan and Gu Lingxiang were here, and also discovered that they had come out of the forest.

    Gu Lingxiang looked at their clothes, not too embarrassed.

    She hurriedly said: "Let's go, go to the inn over there to order some food, fill your stomach and then go back."

    Yan Wanxi and Xing Zhimo both nodded in agreement. They hadn't eaten anything all night, and they happened to be a little hungry.

    When Zou Nan heard this, he quickly said: "Then I'll go over and ask the waiter to prepare some food for us. Just come here slowly."

    After saying that, he rode towards the inn.

    Yan Wanxi, Xing Zhimo and Gu Lingxiang got on the carriage and asked the driver to move forward slowly.

    Soon, a few people arrived at the nearest inn.

    As soon as they got off the carriage, Zou Nan and the waiter came forward and welcomed them in.

    Zou Nan smiled and said, "Let's eat first. The kitchen is still cooking. There are many more that will be served later."

    Yan Wanxi and others got to the dinner table. Looking at the food on the table, they suddenly felt a little hungry.

    Zou Nan and Gu Lingxiang have been focusing on looking for Yan Wanxi and the others today. They did not eat well tonight and were a little hungry at this time.

    Then we sat down to eat together.

    During the meal, Zou Nan did not dare to ask Xing Zhimo. He could only look at Yan Wanxi and asked, "Wanxi, where have you been these two days?"

    Yan Wanxi picked up a piece of fish, put it in her mouth, chewed it slowly and swallowed it, then said: "We went to a very magical village."

    When Zou Nan heard this, he stopped eating. His eyes were shining, and he looked at Yan Wanxi and asked, "Wanxi, please tell me, what kind of magical village is it?"

    Yan Wanxi was on the opposite side of him. She ate her food slowly and said slowly: "That village is full of ghosts, but they are just like people and need to do everything.

    It looks just like ordinary people. When I first entered, I couldn¡¯t tell that it was a ghost.  "

    Yan Wanxi simply told Zou Nan and the others what happened in Guimen Village.

    By the time Yan Wanxi finished speaking, she was full.

    Gu Lingxiang and Zou Nan also looked serious after hearing this.

    Especially Gu Lingxiang, she asked in surprise: "I thought that what our clan leader said were just legends, but I didn't expect that such a place really exists!"

    When Yan Wanxi heard this, she asked Gu Lingxiang, "You just said, have you heard of that place before?"

    Gu Lingxiang nodded slightly and said: "Yes, when I was in the village before, I heard the clan leader say that there is such a place in the legend.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that you would actually see me.

    But, is it really what the clan leader said, three days inside and one day outside?  "

    Yan Wanxi nodded and said, "That's true."

    ¡°If that¡¯s the case, didn¡¯t you stay there for six days?¡± Zou Nan was also a little surprised.

    "Yes." Yan Wanxi nodded, reached out and touched her chin, and continued: "We also saw the two men in black there, and one of them is already dead inside."

    Zou Nan and Gu Lingxiang naturally knew what their purpose was when they came out this time. They looked at Yan Wanxi in surprise and asked, "Really?!"

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