Years of great famine are not uncommon on the Tianyao Continent, so there are always a group of starving ghosts floating around in the world who are not allowed to reincarnate.
When the thoughts of hunger and resentment accumulate to a certain extent, the starving ghosts will cause trouble in the world and start eating people.
This kind of starving ghost has suffered too much in his life, died in such a miserable way, and has so many resentments that even some eminent monks in the area cannot save him.
Therefore, in the land of Zhongyou, chefs of the dead are sent out every year to travel around the world with spoons and cook delicacies of all kinds in order to save the souls of the dead.
Everyone in the world is afraid of the name of the heroic spirit of Zhongyou, but no one will pay attention to remember that in the land of Zhongyou, the dead cooks sent out every year have indeed saved many countries from many ghost disasters.
A man-eating ghost disaster.
Difficulty of chanting.
Sometimes, a bowl of hot soup and rice can bring peace to the souls of the dead and peace to the world.
Thinking of this truth, Fang Geyu couldn't help but take another look at the old woman.
But under the stove, there was a short, skinny black dim shadow, falling on the pile of firewood, holding a bowl of hot noodle soup, and eating quietly.
The old man stood peeling garlic by candlelight.
The shadow was eating noodles in the darkness.
Next to the candlestick stand two incense sticks, one long and one short, like a yin and yang.
There is a touch of warmth.
At this time, she finally understood why this Bashu noodle shop was deserted by customers, but this elderly woman still persisted in running the shop.
Get up early, work hard at night, and persist every day.
She said that her old man stayed in Xianling City forever, so she would always stay here with him.
She didn't want to move because she couldn't worry about it. The old man in her family was blind. If she moved, she would never be able to find her way home again.
He who cooks the dead eats the food of the living, and cooks the food of the dead.
Every spoonful is the yin and yang of life and death.
For some reason, Fang Geyu, who had always been unfazed by coldness, felt a bit of confusion and pain in his heart when he looked at Bai Lian who was quietly eating red oil soup noodles with his head lowered.
She tapped Balian's head with her chopsticks and said in a deadpan tone, "Did I say I don't eat noodles?"
She brought the noodle bowl closer, picked up a noodle and rolled it with vegetables, lowered her head and took a sip, then ate it.
Spicy's eyes were red and she couldn't hide her tears. She hummed twice and refused to admit defeat and said: "Bashu's food is nothing more than that."
Balian coughed twice, and his lips were a little red. He wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and lowered his body.
He pulled up his collar, revealing several bottles of soy milk hidden inside, and said with a smile, "I also have several bottles of sweet soy milk, all for you to drink."
For some reason, Fang Geyu found it very funny when he lowered his body and looked like offering a treasure.
It's clearly not a precious object.
A bottle of sweet soy milk costing seven cents was really rare for her.
Fang Geyu, who was secretly sarcastic in his heart, unceremoniously reached out and took out the bottles of sweet soy milk, and placed them one by one on the table. The two little boots under the table tapped each other lightly. Toe shoes.
Looking at the appearance, I thought that this sweet milk was brought to Xiao Yuan'er, but now I took it all out and gave it to her.
She was about to say two stinging words every day when Fang Geyu raised her head and met Bailian's eyes, but she saw her eyebrows as curved as the moon from those clean and pure black pupils.
Smiling like a kitten that stole a fish.
Damn it!
Who is this? !
How could she wear Fang Geyu's face and still smile so...disgustingly!
After being stunned for a long time, Fang Geyu felt that this ghost noodle shop was really scary. Could it be that she was possessed by something dirty?
With trembling hands, he quickly took out a small silver-gray pendant mirror from the Qiankun bag and took a look at himself. His eyes were black and not red.
This meant that she was not possessed by a ghost.
The person who laughed just now was really her.
Fang Geyu was unbelievable.
She, the majestic eldest lady of Shifang City, the richest woman in the world, could be so simple... entertained by a few bottles of sweet milk.
When did she become so poor and never see good things?
"Don't look in the mirror when eating. It's cold and the food will get cold after a while." Balian warned.
Fang Geyu put the mirror away. The red oil on the bowl of hot soup was gone. Bailian drank it with a spoon. The soup was bright yellow and not as spicy as before.
She also took a spoonful, drank it in small sips, and said, "What do you want to tell me in detail?"
While talking, Fang Geyu put the omelette cooked by the old woman on the small plate into the noodle bowl, and pushed it in the direction of Bai Lian: "I don't like eating this, you can help me eat it."
Bailian curled his lips and smiled, but did not refuse. He took a bite of the fried egg, which was also delicious.
"Fang Geyu, in previous years when Xianling City chose its city lord, would they give three months' notice in advance?" he asked.
Fang Geyu dipped a piece of fried noodles into the hot soup, and it tasted spicy and crispy.
She took two puffs of hot mist and responded: "Xianling City rarely chooses a city lord. You also know that ordinary practitioners have a long life span. The last city lord lived for 931 years. Ten years ago Just buried it.
Now that we have just chosen the exam, and the female official of the Seal next to the Emperor is sitting in the fairy city, in fact, there is no rush to choose the position of the city lord. As for whether the big exam five hundred years ago was notified in advance, I guess no one really cares about this. ,What's wrong? "
Bailian lowered his voice and said: "I suspect that the big exam in Xianling City is said to be officially started in three months, but in fact it is not the case. The invitations were distributed early and the fairy city is already overcrowded. I am afraid that this exam will not be held until everyone enters the city. From the moment it started, it started silently.”
Fang Geyu was surprised for a moment and was about to ask more questions. As she thought about it carefully, she slowly lowered her eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "This is really like the style of the empress. It's really disgusting."
Bailian said: "I think these three months are just the first round of exams. As for how to successfully pass this round of exams, there are too few clues and we still don't know."
Fang Geyu chuckled: "All I know is that I did nothing and immersed myself in the room to study hard. This first round of exams is probably equivalent to handing in a blank paper."
Balian nodded and said, "So if you have nothing to do, take a look around the city. Maybe you can get something unexpected."
Fang Geyu clicked his tongue and said very impatiently: "What kind of status do I have? What does it look like to wander around the city like a country bumpkin?"
Balian was lowering his head to deal with the fried eggs and beef in the bowl. He liked this old woman's cooking skills very much. More importantly, he was able to taste the taste of human food, which was very touching.
After hearing Fang Geyu's words, he answered without thinking: "What's the matter? Miss Fang is not a country bumpkin, but the corpse demon next to her who just came out of the mountains can reluctantly be a country bumpkin. Please invite the eldest lady." Just show your kindness and show me the world."
Fang Geyu laughed out loud, and couldn't help but kick his legs with his little feet under the table: "They would say it's difficult, you are trying to imitate my tone."
