Chapter 054: Can this thing be eaten? You worship this
In a European-style villa.
The candlelight flickered slightly.
Jiang Xian scratched his head, "Why hasn't the ancestor come yet?"
He looked at the live broadcast room on his phone, then at the table of delicious food in front of him.
His ancestor did not appear in the live broadcast room.
It was more than an hour past midnight.
Isn't the ancestor coming?
He sniffed and only smelled a faint scent of smoke and food.
I tested the temperature of a plate of pork elbows with my hand.
Sure enough, it’s all cold.
It doesn't smell as good when it's not hot.
"Do you want to heat it up?"
Jiang Xian thought for only a second before giving up the plan.
With his cooking skills...
Then it won't be about heating up the food, but about exploding the kitchen.
It’s better to be cold than mushy, right?
Click, click——
The clock in the living room ticked slowly.
Jiang Xian was bored of waiting, so he took out his copper coins and started practicing.
Just keep practicing.
Coo~~ He looked at the time. It was almost five o'clock.
The ancestor still hasn’t come.
actually.
He had just calculated whether the ancestor would come and when he would come.
But no matter how you calculate, you can only see a vague hexagram.
——Ghost Festival.
Apart from these two words, nothing else can be seen.
Jiang Xian attributed this to his own lack of skills.
Gurgle~ Gurgle~~~My stomach is growling louder and louder.
Jiang Xian put away the copper coins, stood up and stretched.
He walked around the room and glanced at the coffee table.
Look around again.
His eyes fell back on the coffee table.
"Grandfather, the food is cold. I guess it's not tasty anymore..."
He hesitated, then said slowly: "Let me help you taste it, and don't play outside for too long."
As he spoke, he walked over to the coffee table.
A duck leg was torn off from the roast duck.
Tasted it.
It tastes icy cold.
"puff--!"
After chewing it twice, Jiang Xian couldn't help but spit it out.
"Pooh!"
He widened his eyes and looked at the duck leg in his hand in disbelief.
This duck leg actually smells like ash?!
Could it be that he bought a fake?
"That's impossible. I bought it from an old brand..."
He frowned and picked up the elbow to taste it again.
"puff--"
"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough!"
Jiang Xian covered his mouth and coughed, and only after drinking two large glasses of water did his taste buds recover.
It smells like cigarette ash!
Now, he didn't dare to taste it anymore.
Jiang Xian turned on the light.
Look closely at the bite of food in your hand.
He even peeled off the meat and took a look.
The texture of the duck meat can be clearly seen.
"It looks no different than before!"
Jiang Xian was puzzled.
If I had to say anything different...
Maybe because it’s cold, the meat doesn’t look as bright as before.
But food won’t change its taste for no reason!
If it just tastes different, you can still find the store.
The key point is that everything on this coffee table seems to have changed.
“That doesn’t make sense…”
etc!
Something flashed through Jiang Xian's mind.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the table full of food.
Suddenly realized one thing.
Ancestors...
Could he have come here secretly?
…
When Jiang Xian was confused and shocked beyond words.
In another room covered with 2D wallpaper.
Candles and incense were also placed on the table.
Chu Haoming sat at the table, holding sandpaper in his hand, concentrating on polishing a wooden sculpture.
This wooden sculpture is the size of a pencil case and is carved with an anime character.
Short hair, maid outfit.
He hunched his body slightly and puffed out his cheeks.
She opened her eyes wide and looked ahead, as if she was acting coquettishly.
Very cute.
The details of the wood carvings are also handled very well, even the texture of the matching headband on the head can be seen clearly.
With friction, the wood carving in the hand becomes smoother and smoother.
Finally, Chu Haoming let out a breath and his shoulders relaxed.
"Finally done!"
He looked at Rem, who was carved better and more perfectly than before, and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
That’s right, he was the one who cast a wide net to worship all the ancestors, and unexpectedly he actually found an ancestor who was an excellent carpenter.
For a homeboy, it's a great pleasure to be able to carve out his own wife with his own hands.
Life is one third complete.
This skill is perfect for him!
Chu Haoming carefully placed his wife Rem in the middle of the table.
"Grandfather, please take a look at what I think."
He heard from people in the forum that the ancestors would come out on Ghost Festival.
So I started preparing early.
He has made great progress these days, and it's time to show it to our ancestors.
Who would have thought...
The wood carving has just been stabilized.
A gust of wind suddenly blew over from nowhere.
Snap——
The wood sculpture fell down.
Chu Haoming was startled and quickly straightened his wife Rem.
And carefully checked for damage.
I breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was not broken.
Then quickly close all nearby windows.
Turn around.
Snap——!
The wooden sculpture on the table fell down again.
A strong wind blew through the house.
The candle flame flickered, and it seemed that it would go out in the next second.
"Useless thing! Can you eat this? Why are you offering it?"
In mid-air, a figure waved his hand and left angrily.
I get so angry when I see this junior!
He shouldn't be here!
If we went somewhere else, we would have been full by now!
Inside the house.
Chu Haoming, who had straightened his wife Rem again, scratched his head, looking confused.
Where does this wind come from?
Why did he seem to hear his ancestor scolding him just now?
Is it an illusion?
…
The first stop for these seniors after they come out is mostly where their juniors live.
After a trip, I can basically pack a bag full of food to take away.
After returning to the underworld, they will compete with other old guys.
See who packed the most this year.
Who packs the most delicious food?
And, whose is the most delicious!
These are the unwritten customs that these old guys observe every year.
As for those new ghosts who were tricked...
What does that have to do with them?
Is it that the food doesn't smell good? Or is it that the world is not pretty?
…
In the streets and alleys, the new ghosts are still fleeing.
Nowadays, every second-class ghost messenger is accompanied by several third-class ghost messengers, patrolling everywhere.
If you catch one, knock him out and put him in a sack!
The only first-class ghost messenger stood above the entire area, controlling the overall situation.
A ghost with an eyeball hanging out of its eye socket and wrapped in a bloodstained white coat quickly rushed into a residential area.
He hid under a children's slide, confused and frightened.
Gulp~an eyeball fell down.
He quickly picked it up and hoisted it back.
He bought this with his own money.
I thought I could be the brightest guy on the street, but I didn’t expect…
There are so many ghost messengers!
The blood-clothed ghost pounded the ground angrily.
They also said they were just having fun, eating whatever they wanted on the street, and being very carefree...
Those seniors are all lying!
When he returns, the first thing he will do is to sell all these things!
“…”
After hiding under the slide for a long time, the blood-stained ghost poked his head out to take a look.
None in front and none behind.
There are no ghost messengers around.
It seems
As he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly noticed...
In Building 7 next door, there are still many rooms with lights on.
"!!!"
His eyes lit up and he felt like he was alive again!
It's so hard to get out.
Because he got wrong information from the ghost, he had no time to implement many of his ideas!
He looked around again and made sure there were no ghost messengers nearby.
The blood-stained ghost floated out from under the slide and flew towards the lamp closest to him.
"Are you still awake? Let me give you some stimulation hehehe..."
He came to the window and slapped the glass.
…
