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After getting on the Cayenne, Xiaocao sat behind him, and Wang Jingzhe sat in the passenger seat. The other party reached out and said to him: "The last name is Zeng, just call me Xiaopang."

"Hello, hello, I'm sorry, guys"

"It's okay, Xiaowen's friend is my brother. This brother has told me before. If you have any instructions after you come, just open your mouth. I have been accompaniment for you during this period. Except for not stabbing me with a stick, you can do whatever you want." Xiaopang turned around and nodded politely at Xiaocao.

Wang Jingzhe smiled and said, "I just lack a guide and someone who is more familiar with the local area."

Xiaopang stroked the first skeleton on his head and said, "Then you are really looking for the right person..."

There is such a kind of people in this society. They are not officials or do big business, but they can drive a good car every day, and they have pocket money for tens of thousands of yuan at any time. Then they know people wherever they go. If you just come into contact with him and ask him what he does, he will always reply to you, do nothing, and stay for the time being.

But this kind of person who seems to be wandering all day is the most versatile one in the local area. It may be a bit exaggerated to go to heaven, but he can really help you inquire about it.

Really, there are such people in almost every city, just like a panacea!

It was almost noon when Xiaopang drove to pick them up, so he found a hotel in the city, which was a welcome and took the opportunity to inquire about the situation here.

Cayenne stopped at the hotel door and plunged into the middle of the door. The doorman ran away and opened the car door, revealing two rows of front teeth and smiled, "Brother Zeng, come here to have a meal?"

"Ah, eat something, tell me to get a private room inside, just be quieter." I once turned around and asked them again: "Is there anything you can avoid?"

"Eat whatever you want, don't pick it."

"Then just serve a few dishes according to my usual rules. I won't drink wine in the afternoon, just serve two pots of water."

Xiaopang asked while walking, and after entering the hotel, Wang Jingzhe found that this person was indeed quite interesting. The other party wore a big shorts sold for less than fifty yuan on the street stall, with white short sleeves, a fruit machine in his hand, and sandals with exposed toes under his feet. After Xiaopang entered the hotel, there were several tables of guests in the hall, and about two or three tables seemed to know him, some were in suits and ties, and some were dressed in decent clothes. But after seeing Fatty Zeng, they all got up and nodded and called Fat Brother or Brother Zeng. Then he responded with a smile twice. When he came upstairs, the person who looked like a hotel manager came over on his own initiative.

"Brother Zeng, there is a space of four people, which is the osmanthus hall. I'll take you over."

Not long after the three of them sat in the private room, the dishes were served and a bucket of rice were served. They were all simple meals. Three dishes and one soup were not very luxurious, but they were definitely dishes for meals. From this point of view, you can see that Fatty Zeng was definitely not a social youth who pretended to be old, but they were quite capable.

After eating half full, Wang Jingzhe looked at the table below. It was five minutes before twelve o'clock, and then he said to Fatty Zeng: "Was Xiaowen mentioned it to you when he came? I want to find a Miao village that can suck the gun."

Xiaopang picked up the water cup and drank water, looked at him and said, "There are many Miao people here, and you can meet a lot of people when you walk on the street. If you ask them if they know Gu, you must all know, because this is the thing of their ancestors. But if you want to ask who can do it, you will basically shake your heads if you ask ten people. There are probably very few people who can do it in the past 10 or 20 years. Basically, only those from the ancient Miao villages understand it, but I understand what Xiaowen told me. This Gu seems to be quite difficult to deal with?"

"It's quite difficult, maybe it's because we don't know much about this..."

Xiaopang thought for a while and said, "Let's do it. After dinner, I'll take you to see someone. He lives in Zhangjiajie and came out of the Miao village. He still has some understanding of Gu. First, find out from him if he can tell what Gu is. If he can see it, let's continue to look for those Miao villages."

"Oh, I'm really bothering you. Thank you for using water instead of wine." Wang Jingzhe quickly raised his glass and took a sip.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm relatively idle anyway. I'll be with you when I come to my friends..."

The two of them had just said a few words in a polite manner. The time pointer was just twelve o'clock in the afternoon. After dinner, the grass rested suddenly had sweat on its forehead. Then it slid from the chair to the ground in pain, and reached out to scratch it desperately.

Wang Jingzhe knelt on the ground with a heart-wrenching grip, held her arm hard, and raised his head and said, "She's doing this twice a day, every day, so I'm anxious..."

Fatty Zeng was confused when he saw Xiaocao's condition, and said with a very ugly expression: "I have also come into contact with many Miao people and have heard them talk about Gu, but this is the first time I have seen her situation. I have never heard of them Miao people mention it before."

Wang Jingzhe smiled bitterly and said, "I hope I won't come here for nothing!"

A few minutes later, Xiaocao recovered. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a napkin, picked up the cup and drank a glass of water, and then said to Xiaopang, "I'm sorry, I'll make you laugh."

Xiaopang sighed and said, "Oh, people in Miaojiang, especially Han people or other ethnic groups, know that they can have disputes with Miao people, but don't make the other party angry. If you really meet someone who can suck the gui, you may be done in your life."

Wang Jingzhe and Mao Xiaocao looked at each other, and their faces were not very good.

After dinner, at around twelve o'clock, Xiaopang drove them to the area around Zhangjiajie city. The car drove all the way to the vicinity of the old city. Then he parked in a vegetable market and asked them to wait in the car for a while. He went to the market to buy some braised meat.

"Old Miao, who we went to see, doesn't have any hobbies, so she likes to eat some smoked sauce and drink some wine..."

As the car stopped, Xiaopang carried his things, Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao into an alley, and walked to the innermost side, which was a small courtyard with a single door and a single house. He pushed open the yard door and walked in. There were three tiled houses with doors and windows inside.

It seemed that I heard someone coming outside. An old man who was not very old but had a pleated face walked out of the house. After seeing Xiaopang, he waved to him and said, "Come in. I haven't seen you for a few days and come with something. Is it because I have something to do with me?"

Xiaopang smiled and said, "It's okay, who will come here to you?"
Chapter completed!