Aren't the flames from paper burned to the dead usually yellow? Why is the fire Nan Feng lit turned out to be blue?

When I looked at the blue flame, I suddenly felt a strong chill, as if the flame in front of me was not a flame, but a piece of extremely cold ice! The bigger the flame, the stronger the chill.

Because the only combustible material was the golden bowl made of folded paper, the fire burned quickly, and the blue flame slowly extinguished after a while.

But at this moment, I actually smelled the aroma of rice that is emitted when the rice is almost cooked?!

In just one moment of fire, the rice grains inside were cooked?

I saw Nan Feng sitting on the ground. After the blue flames were completely extinguished, he reached out and grabbed a large handful of paper ash with rice grains, and then stuffed it into his mouth without any hesitation.

While chewing, he muttered a few meaningless words in a leisurely manner, as if chattering.

"The time is wrong, but the words are here, the food is ready, come out when it's time..."

As he finished mumbling a series of words, I actually saw a big gray-white head popping out from the ground!

At first, when I first got out, I was hit by the sun, and I immediately shrank back, but in the end I still couldn't stand the aroma of the rice. In addition, Nan Feng's mouth was so loud that it even smelled good to me, so I couldn't help it.

It slowly emerged again.

After hesitating for a while, another arm appeared, and he reached into the pile of ashes and rice, and started to eat hungrily.

I stared at the man and the ghost with my mouth open, and ate the pile of paper ashes and half-cooked rice grains. It tasted delicious!

I almost couldn't help but want to go over and have a taste.

"This girl doesn't believe me. Tell her where the dragon that passed by here two days ago went."

The earth-bound spirit that was eating at the moment had half of its body floating out of the air. When it heard Nan Feng's question, it grabbed the rice with one hand and raised its other hand to point to the road to the north.

Nan Feng looked at me proudly, "The earth-bound spirit is mentally ill and cannot tell lies. What do you think? I'll just say that my intuition is accurate."

I looked at him in a daze, and for a moment I didn’t know whether to praise him for his accurate intuition or his good skills...

"After you finish eating, hurry up and hit the road. You've been stuck here for so many years!"

After asking the answer he wanted, Nan Feng clapped his hands with satisfaction and stood up. He turned his head and spat out all the chewed rice in his mouth with a "poof" sound.

"This uncooked rice is really not something people can eat. I can't get used to eating it anytime."

He frowned and complained, then crossed his arms across his chest and waited for the earthbound spirit to eat up the rice and paper ash.

Then he stretched out the finger that had just dripped blood and stabbed the earth-bound spirit's forehead hard like a stamp.

The ground was stunned and dumbfounded, unable to move.

"Okay, let's leave the salvation matter to others. Let's set off now. We'll get to the county seat before dark, otherwise we'll have to sleep on the streets again tonight."

After doing this, Nan Feng greeted me and hurriedly walked towards the road leading to the north.
Chapter completed!