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 house, and after everyone was served, she went back and forth more than a dozen times to bring out all the hot dishes in the kitchen.

Fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, boiled pork slices, husband and wife lung slices, Mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork...

The aroma is so fragrant that Yan Shou is not hungry at all. My stomach growls when I smell 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. It's really thanks to you today!"

Lao Pan smiled and served He picked up the wine glass, stood up, and then hesitated for a moment before giving 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!"

The dinner table was silent.

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 was not angry, or 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 Lan Qihuan’s cooking skills weren’t really good, I’m afraid this meal would have been even more embarrassing.

During the dinner, Yan Shouyi learned that Lan Qihuan has a very special identity. She is the descendant of the folk sect "Wen Mipo".

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 asking about Mi Po invites the soul from the underworld to the Yang world for questioning.

When asking Mipo to cast a spell, he will always have a bowl of rice in front of him with chopsticks stuck on the rice to cast the spell, or directly ask the ghost or summon the spirit of the deceased. Good or bad.

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, his relatives would be defeated. If his relatives died, his husband would be defeated. If his husband died, his children would be defeated...

So, Lan Qihuan appearsWhen you are alone, even if you are a widow, you will never be involved with anyone.

She was afraid of killing people.

Because Lan Qihuan has lost too many important people, she is depressed all day long and is not in good health, so she gives people the impression of a middle-aged young woman Xi Shi.

After learning about Lan Qihuan’s past, Long Feicheng sympathized with him and comforted him:

“Aunt Xiao Lan, actually I am similar to you. I am an orphan. I have no friends and grew up alone... If you don’t mind it, why not the two of us..."

Yan Shouyi, Lao Jin and Chang Shan suddenly dropped their chopsticks and rushed to cover Long Fei. The mouth of the city.

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!"

"Huh?"
< br />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."
< br />"Okay..."

Long Feicheng looked regretful, but at the same time he was relieved: Actually, I really wanted to talk about a female college student holding a gold brick, but Brother Yan They took action too quickly, and I had to walk along the steps...

Lan Qihuan is a great beauty, there is no doubt about it. She is nearly forty but her charm is still there, and I can see her depressed look. Still pity can arouse a man's protective desire.

At this moment, Yan Shouyi remembered that among the first four people he saw, the nameless beggar was missing.

So he asked Li Genmiao: "Where did the Nameless One go?"

Li Genmiao smiled strangely and said: "He didn't adapt to the lively environment and went home to rest."

"I have a rough understanding of the identities and pasts of the other three elders. Who is this unknown person?" Yan Shou asked directly, and 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 he has What is so special about you that you are so interested in him and trust him so much to give him the identity of Shizhu?"

"This is nothing to offer.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, how will you start to deal with me when you come back from Changbai Mountain?" manage? "

It sounds like Anonymous is quite important to Li Genmiao.

Yan Shouyi sneered: "You are wrong about one thing. After coming down from Changbai Mountain, I won't take action against you. "

"Oh? Why? "

"You and I, probably only one of us can come back from Changbai Mountain alive. " Yan Shouyi smiled slightly.

Li Genmiao nodded and poured two glasses of wine openly: "This one 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 smoothed his wrinkles. He said, "After dinner, you go up the mountain. I'm afraid it's already early in the morning when you reach Tianchi. The road up the mountain is very winding, blocked by wind and snow, and there are ghosts and ghosts in the mountain. Don't take it lightly. ”

Yan Shouyi is not surprised that Lan Qihuan would care about him. So far, he has not seen anything evil about Lan Qihuan and the others. Instead, he feels that they are similar to Uncle Sanlong, Yu Litou, Zheng Zhaodi and the others are the same.

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: "A lot. Changbai Mountain is also the most sacred mountain in the Northeast. There are countless strange legends, and there are countless weird things that no one has ever seen. Even you are in danger of dying. "

Long Feicheng on the side didn't believe it. He stuffed the roast chicken in his mouth and said vaguely: "Aunt Xiao Lan, then you have never seen Brother Yan move his hands. Now the Ghost King They are nothing in front of him, so what are the 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 actor almost confessed to being in the mountains! ”

As soon as this was said, the wine table suddenly fell silent for a few seconds.

Everyone looked at Lan Qihuan, wanting to hear her speak clearly.