While thinking, Ye Feifan discovered a serious problem.
He has lost his sense of direction!
The gray mist's field of vision expanded, but Ye Feifan also lost part of his ability accordingly... This was not an ordinary loss of direction, but that he could not tell the difference between east, west, north and south at all... It was like falling into the center of the sea.
As long as there is a reference point, he can also recognize the direction, but the explosion just now messed up everything, and he doesn't know how to return to the living room.
"They should be fine, right?"
Feeling guilty, Ye Feifan gave up on finding the way back... After all, Mr. Song has matured with age, so it shouldn't be difficult to take care of two oil bottles.
"Let me see what the Yan family is hiding?"
After standing there and waiting for more than ten minutes, without any sound of footsteps or breathing, Ye Feifan continued to move forward.
Losing his sense of direction in the gray fog, he could only walk in a straight line, hoping to encounter some obstacles... then he would have a reference to find the living room.
The idea was very good, but after persisting for more than ten minutes, Ye Feifan finally realized something was wrong.
There are no obstacles around!
This is impossible!
You must know that the Yan family is not as big as the imperial palace, so it has been possible to touch the wall for so long... But what is it like to be stuck in the gray fog?
The wall was not touched, but Ye Feifan's field of vision began to expand strangely, and expanded rapidly as he moved forward.
When Ye Feifan reacted, he found himself standing in a familiar alley.
Big art gallery?
At first glance, Ye Feifan saw a building with a closed door, but at this time, the Grand Art Gallery was made of some kind of clay and wood, with the charm of a Baicao Hall.
At this time, there was no teahouse yet, but I saw paper figures walking in a hurry, and there were a group of paper figures nearby discussing something.
The paper figures are about the same size as ordinary people and appear gray-white. Each paper figure is painted with clothes composed of black lines, and some also wear a paper felt hat... But their facial features are unusually awkward and abstract. The style of the painting reminds Ye Feifan of Van Gogh’s distorted “scream”.
"It's a big day for the Yan family today, so we can ask for some wedding candy."
"What's so delicious about wedding candies? It's better to drink wedding wine. You can drink it all day long with just one plate of food to go with the wine."
"I heard that the bride is very beautiful. It's the fault of the old man of the Yan family..."
"Well, I heard that the bride was sold to the old man of the Yan family in order to pay off her father's debt."
"It's so pitiful. It's better to say less. God knows if the Yan family will take revenge."
"Sooner or later you will be punished, just watch."
"Look, the bride is here!"
"What? Coming? Where?"
…
Ye Feifan heard a lot of information from the paper man's conversation, and their subsequent conversation also attracted his attention.
The sound of celebration echoed, and a red paper sedan moved from a distance... After the sedan arrived nearby, Ye Feifan saw eight paper figures in red clothes carrying it, and a group of people in black clothes in front of it. paper figures playing with festive instruments such as drums and suonas.
Beating gongs and drums is an essential etiquette for getting married. Even if it is made on paper, it is still not streamlined in the slightest... It is related to the Yan family's face. Being simple will not get off the stage.
As the team trying to get married passed by, Ye Feifan also discovered a very interesting phenomenon... The paper man seemed to have no special expression on himself, as if he didn't know that he was not the same kind.
projection?
Fantasy?
Ye Feifan frowned, looking at the red ring paper money flying in the sky, and his mind gradually sank.
Is this place another corner of the infinite corridor?
Turning around, Ye Feifan looked at the streets and alleys in the distance, and was surprised to find that those places were shrouded in gray fog. Only the Yan family behind him and this small alley were free of gray fog.
Real fantasy?
Ye Feifan thought for a while, then walked towards the area shrouded in gray fog... came to the edge of the gray fog, and observed the gray fog up close... He was only one step away from stepping into the gray fog.
The gray mist was so scattered that he couldn't tell what it was, but he felt a dangerous aura from inside.
Looking back inadvertently, Ye Feifan suddenly found a bunch of paper figures looking at him in horror, and some even trotted away.
Are they afraid of gray fog?
After much hesitation, Ye Feifan took out an iron sword and gently stretched it into the gray mist... The weight of the iron sword was decreasing, and soon half of it disappeared.
Observing the incision of the iron sword, Ye Feifan found that it seemed to be corroded... The gray mist is very corrosive!
The gray fog in the Yan family is disorienting at best, but the gray fog in front of you is still shuddering.
Ye Feifan did not dare to try with his body, threw the broken sword into the gray mist, turned around and left the place.
He needed to find someone to inquire about the information, and it was best not to touch the gray mist matter.
While still thinking about how to sneak into Yan's house, a paper man dressed as a servant walked out of the door.
"Today is a big day for the head of the family. We need ten temporary helpers. Which of you wants to come in?"
Seeing the waiter announcing the news, Ye Feifan walked over in a few steps and shouted: "Me!"
"I!"
"I!"
"I……"
…
"You...you, you...and you...come with me."
A group of paper figures were waving, but the boy looked at them, nodded at nine people, and finally nodded at Ye Fanfan.
Following the young man into Yan's house, he led everyone to the rockery and began to lecture.
"Let me tell you, the banquet needs to be held for three days. We will provide food and accommodation for ten taels of silver a day... If you do a good job, you may be appreciated. You must behave well... If you mess up, you will know the consequences."
It has to be said that the other party still has some tricks up his sleeve. The first is to add sweet dates and **, and his ability to take advantage of the situation is also outstanding.
Everyone came to Yan's house for the high commission, so naturally they would not disobey the young man. They nodded and bowed to show that they would do their best.
After completing the novice tutorial, the waiter led everyone towards the kitchen, talking about what they were going to do as they walked.
"You don't need to make it complicated. Just bring the chef's dishes to the table, and don't forget to add wine to the banquet guests..."
"After the guests have finished, you have to clean up before you can eat..."
"Remember your identity, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, and don't interfere with what you shouldn't..."
"Speak less, listen more, see more, do more..."
…
The boy said a lot, but he didn't completely offend everyone. There was a vague intention of showing good intentions in it.
Ye Feifan understands the other party's mentality. He is just afraid that ten people will be retained because of their good performance... offend him in advance. If someone becomes his boss in the future, it is normal to give you a few pairs of shoes.
As long as they are not arrogant servants, most of them are human beings, and they will not dig their own graves.
Ye Feifan didn't even think about embarrassing the young man. Unless the other party must fight him to the death, who would bother you when they are full?
Ten minutes later, the waiter led everyone to the kitchen. 2k reading network
