Although it is leftovers, after all, it is grown by the farmer himself, with a simple and original taste, and Yang Muqing is really good cook

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"Yang Muqing, if I go bankrupt one day, let's open a small shop together, just buy from this master's house, and then you will be the chef

I sat at the counter and collected the bills. Murong Cao suggested with a smile.

Yang Muqing focused on picking up the minced eggs in the pepper pile, and let out a faint "um".

After lunch, the host couldn't bear Murong Cao's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and reluctantly took them to the Qian family's old mansion

At the foot of a mountain.

Although the owner's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot all the way, he repeatedly asked him to flee if he found something abnormal, if tomorrow

When he didn't see them come back in the morning, he would call a few of his fellow villagers to come and look for them.

Murong Cao and Yang Muqing thanked him very sincerely, and then set foot on the road into the mountain without hesitation.

The road has obviously been abandoned for a long time, and in many places it is overgrown with wild vines, and there is no place to put your feet down.

Sometimes when he stepped on a bug or saw a caterpillar, Murong Cao would scream without any image and let the one in front of him open the way

Yang Muqing shook his head speechlessly.

The old house is halfway up the mountainside, and you need to enter it from a dense forest road, which is completely detached, and there is no family within a radius of 500 meters

I don't know if there were any people who didn't have them in the first place, or if they moved away later.

The house is a typical adobe house in the eighties, not even the white walls are gray, the windows are pasted with old-fashioned newspapers, and they are full of wormholes.

In some places, big holes are broken, and when the wind blows, it is even more desolate. The roof tiles looked a little broken, but there were still them on the ground

Many of the fallen broken tiles were probably washed down by the rain.

The gate was hidden, and there was a faint sound of cold wind convection.

The cobwebs on the beams of the house fluttered with the cold wind, densely packed, and the scalp was numb to see.

The whole house exudes an oozing sense of gloom from the inside out, as if to say: don't approach the living.

"The yin qi is very heavy, it is a real murderous house, follow me, be careful." Yang Muqing said solemnly.

Murong Cao didn't respond, but grabbed his sleeve tightly.

As soon as the door opened, fat rats began to scurry around the room, and in the middle of the hall were placed two coffins.

The word "Fu" and the word "Shou" are absurd and dazzling.

Murong Cao imagined the scene in the coffin, and his heart was cold, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

"Scared?" Yang Muqing looked back and smiled, with a good look of watching a show.

"Hmph, you're scared." Murong Cao pretended to be okay and smiled, not at all intending to admit that he had just lost his standard for a moment

Manifestation.

"There are only white bones in the coffin, and the soul has long been out of the body, and it is unlikely that it will turn into a zombie if it is no longer a corpse." Yang Muqing looked around

"I can't see them for the time being, I don't think they plan to appear immediately, so I'll have to wait and see." ”

The hall was extremely dimly lit, there were electric lights, and the switches were old-fashioned cables, Yang Muqing tried it, except that he almost pulled the lights with the lights

Except for the centipede on the coil, the bulb didn't even flicker.

The left and right rooms are interconnected, and there are obvious cracks on the side of the door frame.

On the left is a small room with a single bed, and there are some dusty spinning tops and marbles scattered on the bed

The love thing, you can guess that the money came to the childhood room.

On the right is a spacious bedroom with some shabby furniture and a very old picture frame hanging on the wall

Family portrait, an ordinary-looking young couple holding a little boy.

Strangely, all three of them were not smiling, like marionettes, with glazed eyes and expressionless faces.

"Do you feel that this house is lifeless?" Murong Cao couldn't help but sigh.

"It's always good to have a home." Yang Muqing made no secret of the loss in her heart.

"Well, sensationalism isn't for you. I am your family, and the spiritual place is your home. Murong Cao promised to say this

The words were definitely not to comfort Yang Muqing, but just to say her inner thoughts.

For the sake of him being an assistant and a chef and driver without regrets, the title of "family" must be given to him!

"What should I do if I don't want to take a break?" Yang Muqing seemed to inadvertently mention the lover in her mouth.

"He's a lover, unlike you." Murong Cao almost blurted out.

Seeing her happy expression, Yang Muqing said in her heart, there is nothing rare to be your family.

The house was dilapidated and dirty, and there was not even a place to stand, and there were still two corpses in the hall, which could not help but make people's hearts furious

After inspecting the circle, they didn't mean to continue to wait, and they all went out of the door, breathing in the fresh air outside.

"What are you going to do with this?" Yang Muqing looked at Murong Cao and enjoyed the scenery in the mountains, unhurried

Slowly, asked curiously.

"Mountain people have their own tricks." Murong Cao sells Guanzi.

It's a pity that Yang Muqing is not the one who will be hanged, and when she saw her closing her mouth, she didn't ask.

"Why don't you keep asking? It's not fun at all. ”

"I'm sure you have a way."

Murong Cao looked at Yang Muqing's clear and sincere eyes, and for a moment he had the illusion of being deeply trapped.

When they arrived, it was nearly evening, and the night in the mountains seemed to come earlier, and the evening breeze was blowing slowly, carrying a chill and hidden

There is a hint of fishy sweetness.

Murong Cao, like usually in the studio, tells a cold joke from time to time to tease Yang Muqing, but it is not boring.

Unfortunately, I waited for hours on end, but there was no movement.

Until eleven o'clock in the night, Murong Cao fell asleep, but was woken up by Yang Muqing mercilessly.

"Here we are." Yang Muqing's muscles tightened and he entered a state of alert.

Murong Cao hurriedly looked around, but all she could see was the rustling sound caused by the wind passing through the forest.

But in Yang Muqing's eyes, it was not like this, two white phantoms, struggling in the hidden door, obviously there was no rope on the beams,

They are repeating their pre-death state.

Yang Muqing frowned and walked into the house, Murong Cao took a breath and walked inside.

"Wait." Yang Muqing saw that she was going to follow, so he grabbed her.

Murong Cao watched suspiciously, as he took out a string of Buddhist beads from his backpack and hung them solemnly around her neck.

"After all, this is their home, and it will be very unhappy to see outsiders break in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind blew fiercely, and a bitter and sharp cry came from the room.

This time, even Murong Cao heard it.