The years of reselling the haunted house

Sure enough, after the old Guantou stood in place and glanced around, he changed his course and walked down a mountain crevice on the right.

As a result, the old Guantou's body was out of our sight. To be on the safe side, we didn't follow immediately. Instead, we stayed for a while before carefully chasing after the old Guantou just stopped.

Standing here and looking towards the direction where the old Guantou just left, the old Guantou has gone without a trace, but there is a dark mountain crevice over there, inside the mountain crevice is a long and narrow passage, penetrating up the mountain.The old pipe head obviously got into this passage.

Pang Dahai and I have followed the old Guantou's house all the way here, obviously the old Guantou has arrived at his destination.But we lost track of him, and we couldn't help being a little annoyed.If he disappears like this, wouldn't our previous efforts be wasted?

So when we see that passage, we can no longer think about whether it is safe or not. Where does that passage lead to?These are not important anymore, the important thing is that the old pipe head was lost by us.

The two of us were so anxious that we simply let go of our hands and feet, and without hesitation, we got into the crevice one by one.

The passage after passing through the mountain crevice is not very long, we only walked a dozen steps, and suddenly our eyes lit up, and we walked out of the passage.

What I saw was a relatively empty field, and the moonlight seemed to be brighter here, shining on this open space, illuminating the surrounding scenery very clearly.

The first thing we saw was that a house appeared in a corner of the open space.The door of the house was ajar, and a jumping light came from inside.

Judging from the light, there should be candles burning inside.

And just at the door, the picker of the old Guantou was placed there impressively.Everything we saw seemed to indicate that the old pipe head had entered the house.

We hurriedly tiptoed over, and were about to take a look in through the half-covered door, when we heard a voice from inside the room: "You two, don't be sneaky, come in..."

The sound startled me and the fat man, and we looked at each other with incredulous expressions.

This voice is from the old supervisor. In this way, we thought we were hiding well enough, but we didn't expect to be discovered by others a long time ago.Fortunately, we still pretend to be smart, thinking how clever we are.

But after the old Guantou finished speaking, neither the fat man nor I moved.Now the boss of the old management is unknown, and there is no distinction between the enemy and the enemy. I am afraid of any accidents when I go in at this time.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the old man said again: "Come in, I'm an old man, I can't hurt you. Don't you want to see what my old man is doing?"

I can't feel anything else about this old manager, but I can feel that his attitude towards us now is indeed different from that in the daytime.During the day, they were afraid to avoid us, and even pushed us out of the room.It was night, but he took the initiative to invite us into the house.What kind of medicine is sold in this old pipe gourd?

"Boss, people have already found us, just go in, what's the big deal."

Pang Dahai rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and got in from the low house.

The reason why this house is called a low house is that the door of this house is very low, only half the height of a normal door.Unless it is a child, normal adults have to lower their heads when entering, otherwise they will bump their heads.

I also followed Pang Haihai, and got in through that strange door.The light in the room was very dark, only a candle standing on the table gave off a dim candlelight.

The interior of this house is not as short as the door, but it has a lot of space and is also very high. The two of us are standing, and the height of our heads is more than one meter from the roof.But there is only one room in this house.At the position against the wall, the old manager was crouching down and tinkering with us with his back to us by the light of the candle.

"Man... Master Guan..."

I didn't know what to say to the old Guantou, so I had to say hello first.

"Come on, sit down first... Get hungry, try my handicrafts later..." The old man said without beginning and end.

The fat man and I looked at each other, but we didn't understand what the old Guantou meant.Wherever you go, just try his craft.

"Little fat man, bring me the burden at the door."

The old manager gave another order to the fat man.

Fat Dahai looked at me, and I nodded to signal him to follow suit.At this time, if you want to find out the secret of the old Guantou, you can only cooperate with him as much as possible.

Pang Dahai walked to the door, took the burden on his shoulders, and stooped to pick things in.

As soon as the old manager turned around, I saw clearly what he was doing on the table.

It turned out that there was a stove next to the table.The stove must have been used a lot, it was black and dirty from the fire.

There is an iron pot on the stove, and the old pipe head is filling the iron pot with water.

And on the table, there were noodles already rolled out by Lao Guantou.Those noodles have trouser width and are neatly stacked.

It turned out that the old man had been rolling noodles with his back turned to us just now. He carried the burden and walked the mountain road for more than ten miles. When he arrived at this place where the birds don’t shit, couldn’t it be just to eat noodles?

Could it be that he couldn't cook in the weighing room, so he could only come here at night to feed himself a bowl of noodles?

At present, this is the only explanation that seems to make sense.Otherwise, I don't know how to explain the old manager's behavior.

We just had dinner two hours before we set off from the residence, and it has been more than three hours since now, and we have climbed the mountain road for more than ten miles with the old Guantou. hungry.

But seeing the dirty stove and the iron pot that hadn't been brushed for an unknown amount of time, the clean water noodles served by the old man made me lose my appetite at least.

Unexpectedly, after Pang Haihai carried the burden to the old man in front of the stove, the old man opened the boxes on both sides, and the next action surprised us.

Chapter 1219 Three Lamb Stewed Noodles

The old Guantou seemed to be a different person, he was very skillful in his technique, and he who usually looked a bit sloppy, now became radiant and energetic.He boiled the pot, boiled the water, lit the fire, filled the firewood, served noodles... and so on, a series of procedures were completed in one go without any pause.

What's even more bizarre is that, as if by a magic trick, the old man got a lot of ingredients and seasonings for making noodles out of the box.Only then did I know that in addition to dishes and other utensils, there were also seasonings for making noodles in the box.

It is not an exaggeration to say that watching the ordinary movements of the old man, and the following process, is simply like a kind of art, and it is very enjoyable to watch.

Perhaps this can only be explained by practice makes perfect. The old man may have been cooking noodles all his life, which is why he cooks so artistically.

It’s just that when I looked at the dirty stove, let alone eat the noodles in the pot, I just felt sick to my stomach. What delicious noodles to make?

But the old manager didn't consider our feelings, he was busy with the work in his hands.After the noodles were cooked in the pot, he took two large bowls from the box, picked up a pair of long chopsticks, stirred them in the pot, and quickly filled two bowls of noodles and placed them on the on the table.

Seeing that there are two bowls of noodles, they must be for us.Fatty and I looked at each other and shook our heads quickly.

Pang Dahai waved his hand and said, "Uncle Guan, we won't eat if we're not hungry. You eat yours."

"Hey... what are you talking about?" Unexpectedly, as soon as the fat man said, the old Guantou, who had always been calm, suddenly changed his face: "When you come to my place, how can you not eat the noodles I made? This is against me. An insult to craftsmanship, this is scolding my ancestors, please sit down quickly..."

As he said that, the old Guan kicked under the table and kicked out two stools.

The fat man and I were completely intimidated by the aura of the old man, what is going on here, isn't it serious?If we don't eat your noodles, we are scolding your ancestors. What is the reason for this?How did this old man raise his noodles to such a high level?

But the stool was kicked out, and the fat man and I sat down subconsciously.

"Well... That's right, I'll serve it for you, you come and taste it. My stuff... No one has eaten it for a long time..." The old man muttered, and brought it out of the box for eight a small dish.

I took a closer look, and there were all kinds of side dishes such as coriander, chili oil, sugar garlic, etc. on the plate.

The old Guantou's noodles look average, but the ingredients are complete, and it comes with eight dishes of side dishes.But even with side dishes, I still don't have any appetite for the noodles, because I saw that the bowl in front of me seemed to be dirty, with a layer of sludge floating on it.

The old manager seemed to see our thoughts and didn't say a word. He took a spoon and scooped some of the various seasonings into a bowl. The amount was different, some were more and some were less. Then pour all the seasonings in this bowl into the pot of soup where the noodles are cooked.

The old pipe head stirred it with a spoon, took out another full spoonful of soup, and poured it into the noodle bowl in front of me.

Next, a miracle happened.

There was a stabbing sound, just like pouring a spoonful of hot oil, a puff of white smoke rose from the noodle bowl, followed by a strong fragrance, which quickly stimulated our taste buds and spread throughout the body.The appetite grew from nothing, and my stomach reacted immediately, making a gurgling sound, and my desire for this noodle reached its peak.

The old Guantou did the same thing, scooped up another spoonful of soup and poured it into the fat man's noodle bowl.

Two bowls of noodles were placed in front of us, and I couldn't help but want to smell the noodles. The aroma constantly stimulated the taste buds, which caused my saliva to flow out like a conditioned reflex.

And Pang Dahai is already greedy, and the current situation is even more exaggerated than me. This guy is stretching his neck, and his mouth is about to flow into the bowl.

"Try it..."

The old Guantou seemed to have expected our performance, and he didn't express much expression. He just handed each of us a pair of chopsticks.

Pang Dahai took the chopsticks excitedly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Guan... Uncle Guan, you are so skilled, this... what kind of noodles is this?"

The old Guantou said proudly: "Hey, this is the only skill left in my life. Let me tell you, this side is called Sanyang Braised Noodles, also called Qilin Noodles. This side smells fragrant, right? Fragrance, kung fu lies in the soup. The main ingredient of my soup is the most flexible and toughest muscle of the goat's hind legs. We call this small piece of meat scalloped meat. There is only a small piece of goat body, so the meat of one goat is not enough to cook, and at least three goat legs are needed to make a pot of broth. So this stewed noodles is called Sanyang stewed noodles. It is one, two, three, three, It is not a high mountain. Over time, some people call this noodles Sanyang Braised Noodles. In this soup, in addition to the meat and leg bones of the three sheep, Chinese herbs such as Codonopsis pilosula, Angelica sinensis, Astragalus membranaceus, Angelica dahurica, Goji berries and other Chinese medicines need to be added to boil it. One day, it not only removes the smell of mutton but also reduces the anger of mutton. It is very nourishing. This soup is white and delicious, with smooth and tough noodles, supplemented with shredded kelp, shredded tofu, vermicelli, quail eggs, etc. With coriander, chili oil, sugar garlic and other small butterflies, this taste will make you feel as if you are falling into the clouds..."

The old Guantou introduced his works incessantly, and the eyes that were originally chaotic and dull suddenly brightened a lot.

Pang Dahai was impatient for a long time. Hearing the introduction from the old Guantou, the gluttonous urge made him couldn't help picking up a few noodles with chopsticks.

At this time, my chest suddenly felt cold, which freed me from the current state, and I suddenly felt a bad feeling.

What I carry on my chest is the blood jade I got from the underground palace. Since it contains the soul of the Nine Dragons guard, my third uncle said that carrying this thing has a certain ability to avoid evil.

When we were about to eat noodles, such a situation occurred, did this thing issue an early warning again?

My heart moved, and I was trying to stop the fat man from eating that bowl of noodles, but at this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside: "That noodles can't be eaten..."

The voice was high, sharp, and came out of nowhere...

The fat man trembled in fright, his hands shook, and the noodles fell into the bowl again.

"Who?" Fatty and I excitedly shouted at the same time.

Thanks to this sound, Fatty finally escaped from the temptation of the three lamb stewed noodles.That fragrance really seems to have a kind of magic, just let us immerse ourselves in it.

Chapter 1220 A House Full of Death

Looking back now, even if there are delicious things and delicious noodles in this world, it will not make us reach the point where we must eat.

It was also when we heard this cry that we both woke up in an instant.

We came to this place following the old Guantou, and the geographical environment is quite remote. I didn't see anyone along the way. Suddenly someone was talking outside, which could not but arouse our attention and vigilance.

I dropped my chopsticks and rushed out quickly.

Sure enough, I saw a figure standing not far from the door.The man was dressed in a white Taoist robe, and under the moonlight, against the night as the background, he was particularly conspicuous.

At this time, the fat man rushed out after me, and saw the man in the white Taoist robe.

"It's you?" Pang Dahai and I were surprised at the same time.The person standing in front of him is none other than the disciple of Jin Chunyang, the little Taoist priest named Li Weidu.

Li Weidu seems to be a person who is very particular about appearance, he is wearing a plain white Taoist robe.As a result, Pang Dahai made a move, and he climbed down from the mountain with things and got mud all over his body. He was in a terrible state at that time.

But he didn't know whether he washed the original Taoist robe or put on another one. At this time, his whole body was still plain white, without any blemishes, and spotless.

The yell that we were not allowed to eat noodles just now was obviously yelled by this Li Weiwei.

Seeing us running out of it, Li Weiwei also smiled slightly: "That's right, it's me, you two didn't expect it..."

We looked behind and around Li Weiwei, but we didn't see Jin Chunyang.

Fat Dahai was a little confused, staring at Li Weiwei and asked, "Little white face, why are you here?"

Pang Dahai's words were not very respectful, and Li Weiwei's face changed slightly when he said it, but he didn't get angry, and he didn't answer the fat man's words.

Pang Dahai was a little embarrassed, and asked again: "You said we can't eat that side?"

Li nodded slightly.

The fat man sneered: "You and your master are the same thing, why should we trust you, why don't you let us eat noodles?"

Pang Dahai's attitude towards Li Weiwei was very bad, which made Li Weiwei slightly frowned, smiled wryly, and pointed behind us: "Take a look back first."

When we looked back, we were taken aback by what we saw.

The house where Lao Guantou used to make noodles looks dilapidated, but there is no other feeling.But now after Li Weiwei's reminder, I looked over again and found that the room was filled with dead air from inside to outside.

This kind of dead air is not something that can be smelled or seen at ordinary times. In fact, it is a feeling in the final analysis.It's like when you pass the place where the graves gather, you always feel different from other places.My current feeling is very sensitive. It is no exaggeration to say that if a certain place is seriously dead, I will definitely feel it.

But the old Guantou's noodle house is very dead at this time, but why didn't I feel it just now?

If there is so much death here, why is the old Guantou here?

I subconsciously looked for the old Guantou, only to find that the old Guantou had packed up his burden and put it on his shoulders. He glanced at me and Pang Haihai, turned around and walked towards the mountain crevice passage that he passed by when he came.

"Master Guan, you..."

I wanted to stop him and ask him to clarify, but the old manager didn't want to entangle us any more, he just muttered: "The noodles are not cold yet, you can eat them while they are hot, they won't taste good when they are cold. Three lamb stew Noodles, three pieces of goat meat, add Codonopsis, Angelica, Astragalus, Angelica, Lycium barbarum and other traditional Chinese medicines and cook for a day, which not only removes the smell of the mutton, but also reduces the anger of the mutton, it is very nourishing..."

The old Guantou carried the burden and quickly disappeared from our sight. Because of the new situation here, Li Weiwei also appeared, so we didn't chase the old Guantou anymore.I believe that Li Weiwei should understand the situation of this old manager.

I glanced at Li Weiwei, and he didn't seem to want to leave.

So I went in again through the door of the old Guantou's house. There is so much dead energy here, but I didn't notice it just now. It must be covered up by something.However, this concealed death energy blinds our eyes.This kind of situation is most afraid of being awakened by others. After being lightly pointed out by Li just now, the illusion of covering up the dead air no longer exists.

Pang Dahai and Li Weiwei also came in, seeing me looking around, Li Weiwei walked to the side of the table, patted the table lightly, and said: "I think I should know where the thing you are looking for is. , look under this table."

I took a look at Li Weiwei. Although I didn't understand his purpose of appearing here, I felt that he was not a bad person.Although he was slapped on by the fat man and sarcastically ridiculed by Pang Dahai, his current behavior seems to have completely forgotten those things, and there is no big ups and downs in his tone and attitude.

I followed what Li Weiwei said, and lowered my head to look under the table.

Now I really found out, just under the table against the wall, I saw a little incense.

The incense should have been burning all the time, but I couldn't smell a little incense, and I didn't see much smoke rising.I took the incense over curiously, and found that the texture of the incense was very thick, more like a homemade incense.I raised my nose and smelled it, and there was a faint smoke from the incense, although it was very close to my nose, I still couldn't smell it.

After the smoke rose into the air, it quickly dissipated.Disappeared without a trace.

After thinking about it, I put the incense back to its original place, and said, "I think, I know what is covering up the dead air in this room."

Li Weiwei was taken aback for a moment, and asked: "Could it be that Brother Dao knows the origin of this incense?"

Brother Dao, this is the first time someone called me that.It didn't sound abrupt to me, nor did I feel awkward.

I took a look at Li Weiwei, he is completely thirsty for knowledge now, he seems to also want to know the origin of this incense.

"You don't know this fragrance?" I asked.