The villain is respected

On the second day, Xie Chi woke up early in the morning. He was walking in the early morning mist. There was a strange aura pervading the silent street, which made people clearly realize that Zhaojia Village had long been an uninhabited graveyard.

He was wandering around aimlessly, and suddenly, a laugh came from his ear.

The moment his footsteps fell, it was as if some switch was triggered, and in an instant, the curtain of the drama kicked off.

The noise, the sound of splashing water, and the shouts exploded in the mist not far away, as if a market suddenly popped up in the flat ground, and it became strangely lively.

Xie Chi Xunsheng walked over cautiously, but suddenly there were footsteps coming from behind, rushing towards him in a hurry.

The footsteps appeared out of thin air a few meters behind him, hurried and targeted, making Xie Chibi unavoidable.

Let me see what you want to do!

With a cruel heart, he turned around abruptly, pinched the magic formula in his hand, and when he was about to make a move, he stopped abruptly——

"Mr. Xie, let me go! I'm in a hurry to deliver the pots!" Second Aunt Lin appeared in front of him.

Xie Chi released the strength from his hand, he watched in astonishment as the woman with a happy face, holding a huge wooden basin, passed him in a hurry and disappeared into the white mist in front of her.

The light and darkness flickered in the fog, and the figures were distorted, as if a group of people gathered together and carried something.

Xie Chi took two steps forward and came to a distance where he could see clearly. After staying for a while, he heard faint footsteps coming from behind him. He turned his head vigilantly, but saw Yu Jianhan following him.

"Scared me." Xie Chi heaved a sigh of relief.

Yu Jianhan showed an apologetic smile, he turned his head and looked forward, with a serious expression between his brows: "This is..."

A fat pig with big ears was tied up on the grill with its legs upside down, and the surrounding villagers were busy preparing firewood, wooden basins, and boiling hot water in iron pots.

"This is a mortal custom. People will buy a piglet at the beginning of the year, raise it for a whole year, feed it with delicious food and drink, and when it is fattest and strong, kill it and share it with everyone. This It is called killing pigs..." Xie Chi, who has rich experience in life, explained to Yu Jianhan.

"Killing the New Year's Pig is an extremely grand event, and usually a festive day needs to be chosen."

Naturally, this kind of farm animals cannot be included in the recipes of the Xianmen Dazong. For a big sect like the Chengyun Sect, even the beginner disciples eat spirit beast meat and gnaw spirit fruits. Could it be...

Xie Chi looked at Yu Jianhan's gaze in front of him, and had an absurd idea in his heart——

"Could it be that the majestic Lord Sword Master has never eaten pork or seen pigs running?" He teased maliciously, with a narrow smile on his lips.

Yu Jianhan thought for a while, raised his eyes, and replied seriously: "I have."

Seeing that Xie Chi was slightly stunned, Jian Zun turned his head to look at the lively scene over there, and his thoughts seemed to drift to the distant past.

"I've eaten steamed buns stuffed with meat," he said softly.

"Children, it's time to eat buns." The young man flicked his high ponytail behind him, and took out a steaming paper bag from his arms.

The young man Yu Jianhan opened his eyes from his sleep, he quickly woke up, and took the paper bag hesitantly.

"Aren't you going to eat?" The young man looked at the man in a rough shirt with unwiped mud marks on his face, like a fairy who didn't eat fireworks in the world and rolled in the mud.

But the man waved his hand and said: "I don't need such worldly things." He raised his tail, and put on a proud and self-satisfied look: "This is a freshly baked meat bun! Eat it while it's hot."

"Meat bun?" The boy asked casually while holding the slightly hot paper bag, "What kind of meat is this?"

The man seemed to have seen some strange creature, and his phoenix eyes widened slightly in shock: "Pork, what kind of meat can buns in the world be..."

He thought again that the little sword cultivator in front of him might have been practicing in the mountain gate and had never set foot in the mortal world. Now that he came here for the first time, he was still in such a mess, and he couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart.

He changed the tone of a friendly elder, and coaxed in a low voice: "Okay, don't care what kind of meat it is, it's from every child, and it will only grow if it is full."

The young Yu Jianhan didn't continue to talk to him, but silently uncovered the oil paper and took a bite of the fat white bun.

There is a tooth mark on the bun, which shows that there is a lot of material inside, which is solid white flour.

Yu Jianhan looked up at him with puffed cheeks, seemingly puzzled - this meat bun seemed to be no different from the steamed bun he ate a few days ago.

The young man's face became stiff for a moment, and he suggested dryly, "Would you like to take another bite?"

Yu Jianhan stared at him for a while, but lowered his head and slowly chewed the steamed bun in his mouth, and took another bite of the "baozi".

After the young man saw the remaining appearance of the meat bun, he immediately became furious, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to discuss it with the unscrupulous vendor.

Yes, Huluopingyuan was bullied by dogs, and selling fake steamed stuffed buns can still be sold to your great-grandpa!

Don't you know that children are improving their food and growing their bodies?Such a bully!

When he was about to leave to ask for advice, the hem of his clothes was lightly grabbed.

He lowered his head, only to see the young man swallowing the food in his mouth with difficulty. He held up the bun that had been divided into two, showing the sporadic flesh in the middle, and laughed.

The boy's eyes were shining, like stars washed in water, he looked like a real child with joy, his face flushed slightly: "Look, Axie, I have eaten it."

"It's really delicious."

Xie Chi didn't quite understand how the words "stuffed buns with meat" could make Lord Jianzun look nostalgic, but the two of them were far from being familiar enough, and he tacitly didn't ask, but just cast his eyes on ahead.

As a bystander, he calmly revealed the biggest flaw: "However, pigs are often killed at the end of the year. How could it be the beginning of autumn now?"

When the voice fell, it was as if the last layer of window paper had been pierced, and the surrounding fog slowly dissipated. The scenery was like withered leaves, and the camouflage faded away piece by piece, and they were dyed with completely different colors layer by layer.

Xie Chi looked coldly at the busy villagers in front of him, watching their autumn clothes turn into heavy winter jackets, their faces blushed from frostbite, and they even let out steam when they yelled at each other.

The villagers seemed to be ignorant and didn't notice any abnormality at all, and they were still preparing for the work happily.

Yu Jianhan looked down at the coarse cloth clothes he had put on at some point, and frowned slightly.

"Don't look, this is the Wraith Siege. Where there is a lot of resentment after death, there will be an endless loop of barriers. Among them, the ghosts are the most powerful, and even if they don't do anything, the Wraith Siege can still kill the ghosts." People who stray into it will live and die."

After the explanation was over, Xie Chi sneered, he picked a leaf at random, and threw it upwards with energy.

Sure enough, the blade flew like a sharp arrow, but was suddenly knocked down in mid-air—it was like an invisible barrier covering it, preventing everything from coming and going.

"We've been trapped, so we don't know what they want." He finally had a serious look between his brows.

but--

Xie Chi never imagined that when the trick was uncovered, not only did the evil spirit not break his face, but he became more acquainted, as if he and Yu Jianhan were really members of the Zhao family village. Familiar with close old friends.

"Ah Xie, why are you still standing there? Go find some firewood with Xiao Yu, there's not enough water!"

The second sister-in-law Lin, who was in charge of boiling the water, had time to look up and saw them at a glance. She rolled up her sleeves and was scooping up a scoop of steaming hot water from the iron pot.

Ah Xie...

Yu Jianhan turned his head slightly, but saw Xie Chi standing there with a cold expression.

"It's okay, let's see what they want to do." The devil explained coldly.

Okay, so Yu Jianzun stopped moving, and acted like a wooden man honestly.

For a while...

"Why are you still here? If you don't help, there will be no meat!"

Second Aunt Lin turned her head and saw the two restless people still standing there, her temper became violent, completely without the awareness of evil spirits, she held a water ladle on her waist and threatened.

"..." There are only three things, and a qualified devil will never let others have a third chance to point their noses and preach!Xie Chi grimly "hummed", then turned his head and walked away.

The direction he was going...

Yu Jianhan silently recalled that it was the place where firewood was piled at the entrance of the village.But he also kept silent, just suppressed the smile on his lips, and followed slowly.

After the truth of Wraith Siege was revealed, Zhaojia Village, which became a ghost town, returned to the cold winter season.

The trees are withered, the grass leaves are covered with frost, but the open space in the village is steaming with cooking smoke.

A big iron pot was set up, Zhao Miao's mother, who is the best at cooking, took the spoon, and a group of children helped, Xie Chiyu saw the cold looking for firewood, and the delicious wild vegetable soup rolled in the pot, and the aroma aroused everyone's gluttony. insect.

After Lin Ersao knocked off several pairs of hands trying to steal food, Xie Chi thought about his "credit", and confidently pulled Yu Jianhan to the front of the soup pot.

Seeing that it was them, Second Aunt Lin restrained her angry temper a little bit.With a smile on her face, she vigorously stirred the bottom of the pot, filled a bowl full and handed it over: "Ah Xie, eat more, if you don't have enough, there is still more."

Xie Chi looked at the smile on the woman's face, she was like an elder caring about her children, rambling but extremely sincere.

No one had ever asked him to eat and drink with such concern. He took the hot bowl, moved his throat slightly, but remained silent for a moment.

"Thank you." Xie Chi's voice was a little hoarse, but with unconscious joy.

Although the person in front of him was not a human being, he could not feel any evil thoughts from it, only complete sincerity and kindness.

At that moment, a sense of resentment arose in his heart for no reason—how could such people turn into evil spirits?

And why did Zhaojia Village become a siege of resentful ghosts where gods and ghosts cannot enter...

Second Aunt Lin laughed again. She waved her spoon carelessly, and said loudly, "There's no need to thank me! By the way, go and call Zhao Zhao, he's always stuck in the room, it's really worrying... ..."

Xie Chi nodded and said, "I'll call him." He temporarily put the bowl on the wooden table aside and asked Yu Jianhan to take care of it, then turned and walked towards the house.

Watching the man go away, Yu Jianhan took the hot soup from Mrs. Lin's hand. He just took a sip when he saw Mrs. Lin staring at the bowl in his hand, and hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

Yu Jianhan affirmed with a smile: "It tastes good."

"That's good!" Mrs. Lin let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. She lowered her head and stirred a spoonful in the iron pot and filled half a bowl for herself. Live or not, don't wrong you..."

"You guys, back then it was too late to have a mouthful of hot soup."

Lin Ersao looked at the swaying water in the bowl, she sighed softly, but finally swallowed her tears with the soup with a smile.

Drink all the joys and sorrows.