Lan Qihuan lives alone in the north of the village. There are no other villagers around, so the small courtyard looks particularly lonely. The persimmon tree inside the wall is as depressed as Lan Qihuan.
Fortunately, there were enough guests today to bring some life to the small courtyard.
Lan Qihuan set the table in the room, and after everyone was served, she went back and forth more than a dozen times to bring out all the hot dishes from the kitchen.
Fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, boiled pork slices, husband and wife lung slices, Mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork...
The aroma was so fragrant that Yan Shou, who was not hungry at first, felt his stomach growl when he smelled it.
Seeing the dishes on the table, Yan Shouyi realized that Lan Qihuan should be from Xichuan. After all, these dishes are famous Sichuan cuisine.
"Xiaolan's cooking is really good. We have rarely been able to eat it over the years. Today is really thanks to you!"
Lao Pan smiled and picked up the wine glass, stood up, then hesitated and gave up the right to speak to Li Genmiao.
Li Genmiao then slowly raised his glass and said: "Let us welcome our friends from Rongcheng! Cheers!"
There was silence at the dinner table.
It was impossible for Yan Shouyi and others to agree with Li Genmiao, and Zheng Youqian and the others were waiting for a signal from Yan Shouyi and others. This back and forth made Li Genmiao very embarrassed.
Fortunately, Lao Pan came out in time to smooth things over. He shouted a few times and said a few toasts before everyone raised their glasses sparingly.
Li Genmiao wasn't angry either, or maybe he had expected this to happen.
The spicy dishes, combined with the rice wine made by the villagers, instantly dispelled the chill of the snowy day, and everyone's face turned red.
But the atmosphere was really weird. Two groups of people who were supposed to be jealous when they met were actually crowded at the same table to eat.
If it weren't for Lan Qihuan's really good cooking skills, I'm afraid this meal would have been even more embarrassing.
During the dinner, Yan Shouyi learned that Lan Qihuan's identity was very special. She was the descendant of the folk sect "Wen Mi Po".
Asking Mi Po is similar to walking in the Yin world. The difference is that in walking in the Yin world, the soul goes to the underworld, while to ask about Mi Po is to summon the soul from the underworld to the Yang world for questioning.
When casting spells, a bowl of rice will be placed in front of the rice woman, with chopsticks stuck on the rice to cast spells. She may also directly ask the ghost or summon the soul, ask questions to the deceased, or measure good or bad luck.
Because I asked about Mi Po's occupation, Lan Qihuan was destined to be the lone star of the evil god. If his parents died, he would defeat his relatives. If his relatives died, he would defeat his husband. If he died, his husband would defeat his children...
Therefore, Lan Qihuan is now alone. Even if she is a widow, she will never be involved with anyone.
She was afraid of killing people.
Because she has lost too many important people, Lan Qihuan is now depressed all day long and not in good health, so she gives people the impression of a middle-aged young woman named Xi Shi.
After learning about Lan Qihuan's past, Long Feicheng felt some sympathy and comforted:
"Aunt Xiaolan, actually I am similar to you. I am an orphan. I have no friends since I was a child. I grew up alone... If you don't dislike it, why don't we two..."
Yan Shouyi, Lao Jin and Chang Shan suddenly dropped their chopsticks and rushed over to cover Long Feicheng's mouth.
Yan Shouyi warned: "Xiaolong, although we have different positions from the people here, Aunt Xiaolan is also our elder after all. You should be more restrained!"
Long Feicheng broke free from the restraints of the three of them and explained loudly: "What are you thinking? I want to recognize Aunt Xiaolan as my godmother!"
"Um?"
Everyone was stunned and looked at Long Feicheng suspiciously.
Although Long Feicheng likes to have relatives with others, he has always made a clear distinction - those who are good-looking will never have relatives, only love.
Lan Qihuan chuckled, shook his head and said, "Xiaolong is a good boy, but there's no need for it. I'm born to bring bad luck to people, and I don't want to harm you."
"All right……"
Long Feicheng looked regretful, but at the same time he felt relieved: Actually, I really wanted to talk about a female college student holding a gold brick in her 30s, but Brother Yan and the others took action too quickly, so I had to walk along the steps...
Lan Qihuan is a great beauty, there is no doubt about this. Although she is nearly forty, she still retains her charm. I feel pity for her depressed appearance, which can arouse a man's protective desire.
Yan Shouyi then remembered that among the first four people he saw, the nameless beggar was missing.
So he asked Li Genmiao: "Where did the unknown go?"
Li Genmiao laughed strangely and said: "He couldn't adapt to the lively environment and went home to rest."
"I have a general understanding of the identities and pasts of the other three elders. Who is this unknown person?" Yan Shou asked directly. There was no need to be polite to Li Genmiao.
"Anonymous is Anonymous. He is a beggar I took in. He is not a member of the Thirteen Taibao of Xuanshan."
Yan Shouyi asked again: "Then what is so special about him that makes you so interested in him and trust him so much that you gave him the identity of Shizhu?"
"This, I have no comment," Li Genmiao stopped leaking the news, "Although I have said that there is no distinction between friend and foe at the wine table, but it is related to the secrets of our Xinxuan Mountain Sect. If I tell you, come down from Changbai Mountain, you
What if you start to deal with me?”
It sounds like Anonymous is quite important to Li Genmiao.
Yan Shouyi sneered and said: "You are wrong about one thing. I will not take action against you after coming down from Changbai Mountain."
"Oh? Why?"
"Probably only one of you and I can come back from Changbai Mountain alive." Yan Shouyi smiled slightly.
Li Genmiao nodded and poured two glasses of wine openly: "This glass is a toast to death."
"Respect death." Yan Shou raised his glass.
…
Everyone was having a good time at the table. Lan Qihuan suddenly sat next to Yan Shouyi, and while smoothing the wrinkled corners of his clothes, he said:
"You go up the mountain after dinner. I'm afraid it's already early in the morning when you reach Tianchi. The road up the mountain is very winding and blocked by wind and snow. There are also ghosts and ghosts in the mountain, so you must not take it lightly."
Yan Shouyi is not surprised that Lan Qihuan would care about him. So far, he has not seen anything evil in Lan Qihuan and the others. Instead, he feels that they are the same as Uncle Sanlong, Yan Litou, Zheng Zhaodi and the others.
But what makes Yan Shouyi strange is the "ghosts and ghosts" in Lan Qihuan's words.
"Aunt Xiao Lan, are there many ghosts and ghosts on Changbai Mountain?" he asked.
Lan Qihuan frowned and nodded: "There are many. Changbai Mountain is also the most sacred mountain in the Northeast. There are countless strange legends alone, and there are countless weird things that no one has ever seen. Even you will die.
Danger."
Long Feicheng on the side didn't believe it. He stuffed roast chicken in his mouth and said vaguely: "Aunt Xiaolan, you have never seen Brother Yan move his hands. Now the Ghost King is nothing in front of him.
,What are the mere monsters and ghosts?”
Unexpectedly, Lan Qihuan answered very seriously: "The ghosts and ghosts in Changbai Mountain are different. You must not underestimate them. Last time, even the actors almost confessed to being in the mountains!"
As soon as he said this, the wine table suddenly fell silent for a few seconds.
Everyone looked at Lan Qihuan, wanting to hear her speak clearly.