After being abandoned, I became famous by live streaming of metaphysics

At this time, Li Wenhe's voice calling her came from the window.

Mingzhao seemed to suddenly wake up from the weird atmosphere and responded hurriedly.

Then he said to Gu Xu casually: "Ah Xu, dinner is open outside, let's go eat."

After saying that, she walked out of the room as if running away.

Li Wenhe didn't see anyone and had already gone up the stairs. When he saw her coming out, he was startled.

"Why are you blushing?"

Mingzhao: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Li Wenhe frowned and denied it too quickly, which inevitably made him think too much.

He looked up the stairs.

Gu Xu stood there and glanced at him from a distance.

After their eyes met for a second, Gu Xu looked away.

Li Wenhe's pupils suddenly tightened, and he clearly felt the sharp edge and hostility in Gu Xu's eyes.

In his impression, Gu Xu has always been very gentle. Although he also likes Ming Zhuo, he is not the type to take the initiative.

After all, he was a few years older, a noble son who grew up in a wealthy family, and now he was the helmsman of a large group. Gu Xu kept his face more often than not.

This was the first time he felt such sharp-edged and tit-for-tat hostility.

It's almost like a different person.

But then, Gu Xu lowered his head to Chang Jie, and his expression returned to gentle and calm, as if the scene just now was his illusion.

Li Wenhe turned around and chased Mingzhuo with a sullen face.

On the steps, Gu Xu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his long white fingers covering the dark and unclear emotions in his eyes.

He didn't know why, but after entering the village, he always felt that something was almost uncontrollable.

It was as if something was affecting him and calling him deep in the mountains.

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Dinner was arranged in the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village. It was cold in the mountains, so the ancestral hall was sheltered from the wind and rain.

He Wangyao had a psychological shadow about the ancestral hall. He always felt that there was something hidden in the place where the light could not reach, and he felt very nervous.

Lan Jing, the young man riding the motorcycle, couldn't help laughing after hearing He Wangyao's words.

"How dare you cultivators be so cowardly? But you don't have to be afraid, we don't enshrine tablets in the ancestral hall."

As he spoke, he stood up and turned on all the lights in the room.

The light pours in and the room is unobstructed.

There are several mahjong machines placed neatly.

Lan Jing invited enthusiastically: "Master, do you want to play mahjong? If you have nothing to do tonight, why not play a few games."

He Wangyao: "..."

This village was really unremarkable. It was no wonder that he was always on tenterhooks along the way, always feeling like there was something hidden in the village.

When Ming Zhuo and Li Wenhe walked into the ancestral hall, they heard a bang inside.

Luo Wenxin excitedly pushed down the mahjong in front of him and said with a smile: "Sorry, I touched myself."

Then there was the sound of shuffling cards, which was so lively.

Mingzhuo: "You can't tell, but the people in this village are quite economically minded. The ancestral hall has been turned into a small restaurant and a leisure chess and card room."

Li Wenhe also didn't expect that the style of painting here was so down-to-earth, which diluted the heaviness hanging in his heart.

However, he still had questions, "If the tablets are not enshrined in the ancestral hall, where can they be enshrined? At home?"

The first time he checked into the house where he stayed, he went to observe the situation, but he didn't see anything like a tablet at all.I didn't even see a photo, but the family clearly said that my grandfather died of illness three months ago.

He Wangyao came over and said, "Maybe the people in their village are not superstitious. I think this is good. It is very materialistic."

"If that were the case, then Aunt Huang wouldn't be famous far and wide." Someone walked over in the darkness, it was Gu Xu.

Mingzhao glanced at him a few times, wondering if it was because it was cold in the mountains at night, but she always felt that Ah Xu's face was particularly pale.

Lan Jing was sitting on the pony, counting money excitedly, but when she saw Gu Xu come in, she stood up.

He quickly rushed to Gu Xu's side and greeted several people to another small room attentively, "Mr. Gu, the food has been prepared. Please use it slowly."

This is even a small private room. Mingzhao glanced at the dishes on the table, which were obviously better than those outside.

Li Wenhe asked casually: "The old man of the family I stayed in has passed away. Where should I go to pay my respects?"

Lan Jing's face changed, and she said with a smile, "It's cold at night, do you want to drink?"

It was obvious that he was changing the subject.

The aunts who served the dishes also looked at them warily, obviously keeping secrets about this topic.

After the aunts left and Lan Jing was about to step out, Gu Xu suddenly stopped him.

He repeated the question Li Wenhe asked again.

Li Wenhe snorted coldly. Is it necessary to ask the same question again?I still won’t say what I don’t want to say.

Lan Jing did not change the topic this time. She hesitated and whispered: "Since Mr. Gu wants to know, I will tell you. If you want to worship, you can bring incense and candles and the like and go to the cliff to the west to worship. Cremation is popular here, and there is no grave."

After Lan Jing went out, Mingzhao couldn't help but sigh: "Ah Xu, how much money did you spend to make him obey your words like this?"

Gu Xu hesitated for a moment: "It's not much money, I just did him a favor."

If you just spend money, it may not have such an effect, but Gu Xu has his own way and method.

It just so happened that Lan Jing had something to ask for, and he happened to have the connections and connections to help Lan Jing solve that matter.

After He Wangyao understood the whole story, he sighed: "At first I was lamenting the evil nature of capitalism, but it turns out it's not the case. It's about attacking people's hearts."

Li Wenhe said coldly: "Isn't it essentially the most evil form of capitalism?"

If it weren't for the money, would Gu Xu be able to help Lan Jing?
Mingzhao: "Make it seem like you are not the evil capitalist."

If I remember correctly, this person also manages a company, right?petty capitalism.

Li Wenhe couldn't refute, and in the end he could only sit there and drink tea with a cold face.

Gu Xu brought the topic back: "The cliff to the west is a clue. I wonder if the ancient altar of Ye Mo Country is there."

Ming Zhuo picked up a piece of fish with the tip of his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Then let's go over and have a look tomorrow."

-

At night, the temperature dropped lower and lower, and the entire mountain village was shrouded in a layer of cold fog.

The sound of playing mahjong in the ancestral hall has stopped, everything is quiet, only the sound of the howling mountain wind can be heard.

In the dark night, a figure suddenly appeared.

Huang Laopi hid behind the stone at the entrance of the village and glanced at the lights shining in the dark night from a distance.

From the entrance of the ancestral hall to the courtyards of every house, lights were on, illuminating the cold night.

People in the village are reluctant to turn on the lights in the middle of the night.
Only those city dwellers who are accustomed to light pollution would be so squeamish, and would make sure everything outside is bright when sleeping.

The people in the village are so generous, so they must have made a lot of money.

It's really unfair that you are so rich but you are not willing to let him make a fortune.

Soon, Huang Laopi started laughing. Do both parties still want to have a happy cooperation?dream!
Early the next morning, the tranquility of the village was broken.

"Blood! A lot of blood!"