The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 2040 One person with two sides

The Dragon King Temple looks very dilapidated from the outside, but when you walk in, you find that it has been tidied up by the ghost cook.In the middle stands the statue of the Dragon Lord, sitting high on the altar, and there is even a stick of incense burning in front of the altar.

The incense smell is so light that I didn't smell it at all outside, and I always thought that there was no incense in the Dragon King Temple.

Next to the statue, there is a simple bed made of stones and covered with planks, which is obviously the place where the ghost cook rests.

The ghost chef pointed to a stone slab in front of the statue, and said, "This is the condition, sir, please feel wronged, can we just sit here?"

The stone slab should be used to place offerings, but it is now empty.Below are two futons.

Of course, I didn't pay too much attention, so I sat on a futon in front of the ghost chef.

The ghost cook ran to the bed, took out some things from a stone box, and put them on the stone slab.

As soon as the thing was taken out, I smelled a fragrance, which was also very attractive.

I saw that it was a few pieces of ready-made dim sum.

"I don't have anything good to entertain you here. I made this for myself. If you don't mind, you can try it." The ghost chef also sat down and said.

"Okay..." I couldn't wait any longer, just as I reached out to take it, I stopped suddenly.

Lesson learned, how did I forget what happened just now?

Who knows if these snacks are those rotten fish and rotten shrimps?

Seeing my hesitation, the ghost chef smiled bitterly: "Sir, don't worry. These are not ghost meals, they are for people to eat. It's about this time, and I can't harm anyone if I harm you."

As he said that, Ghost Cook picked up a piece of snack by himself, put it in his mouth and took a small bite.

In fact, to be on the safe side, I don't have to eat this food, but in such a situation, if I don't eat it, I will be underestimated by the ghost cook.

In a fit of anger, I grabbed a piece of snack and stuffed it into my mouth.

This action of mine surprised Ghost Cook. He flipped the long hair in front of his face to both sides, and looked at me seriously.

I chewed the snack a few times, only to find that the snack was fragrant, soft and glutinous, and it almost melted in the mouth, and the fragrance was overflowing in my mouth.

Before I could swallow the snack, I couldn't wait to give a thumbs up.

The ghost cook shook his head, and said helplessly: "Mister eats my dim sum, it is comparable to a cow..."

Before the ghost cook finished speaking, he stopped abruptly. He couldn't continue talking. He thought it wouldn't be a good thing, and he was afraid that I would argue.

I swallowed the snack and said with a smile: "I'll say it for seniors, seniors want to say that I eat your snacks like a cow chewing peonies, don't you?"

Ghost Cook smiled awkwardly, nodded, got up and lit a candle on the incense table.

As soon as the candlelight came on, the ghost chef put his hair on his head again, and I saw the ghost chef's face more carefully.

He tied his long hair into a bun on the top of his head, with hairpins inserted, like a Taoist priest.

On the street where the accident happened, I once saw the ghost cook's face.That face was covered with scars, and there were many ugly bumps. To say he was ugly was to beautify him.So I can also understand that he often shows people with long hair covering his face. Whoever has such a face must not let outsiders see it.

Who would have thought that here today, I saw his face again, but it was completely different.I even thought I recognized the wrong person, or that the person standing in front of me was not the person I had fought with on the street at all.

The ghost chef in front of me has a face as white as jade, without any wrinkles or scars, and has regular features and sharp edges and corners.Because the complexion is very pale, it gives people a sense of femininity, but there is a masculine beauty in the femininity.

Such a face, not only is it not ugly, it is already worthy of the title of handsome man.

But I don't know why, such a handsome face, Ghost Cook has been covering it with long hair for a long time.If he hadn't entered the Dragon King Temple, he might not have tied his hair up.So which of his two faces is his real face?
Seeing me staring blankly at his face, Ghost Cook asked in surprise, "Sir, what's the problem?"

At this time, the ghost cook didn't give people the feeling of being eerie and weird. On the contrary, listening to him, he was like a brother next door.How can I not dare to compare him with the one who sold those rotten fish and rotten shrimps in the shop.

Hearing his question, I murmured, "So you look so good-looking."

The ghost chef smiled wryly: "Even if you look like Panan, it's just a skin. If I can choose, I'd rather choose a stinky skin."

The ghost chef obviously expressed his feelings, and he didn't know what setbacks and ups and downs he had encountered in his experience.

"That face I saw before..."

"It's all my face. It's just that my current face will turn into that ghostly look at night, and it will return to normal during the day. It's almost dawn now, and my face is also recovering."

It turned out to be like this, so to speak, wouldn't that ghost cook's face be more handsome when the sky was completely bright?It is almost miraculous that one person has two faces.

It seems that the ghost chef must have experienced something before he can change his face between day and night.I believe that these mysteries can be slowly revealed after talking with the ghost chef.

"Senior, your dim sum is really good, it is the best dim sum I have ever eaten." I admired sincerely.This is not an exaggeration.

The ghost cook nodded: "That's all I can do. Since you like to eat, eat more."

I shook my head: "You haven't told me yet, who do you want to use the Nine-Turn Scarlet Fire Pill for?"

The ghost cook sighed and said, "It's my wife."

In fact, I have already thought about it. According to the legend, both the parents of the ghost cook died in prison, so if you ask what love is in the world, maybe at this time, only the love between men and women is the most sincere and hard to let go.

"Then your wife was hurt, or?"

"Come with me." The ghost cook stood up and walked directly behind the statue of the Dragon Lord.

I also followed, but there was still a small space behind the statue.There was a bed there, and there was a person lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, with his face exposed, motionless.Around the bed, there were seven candles. The flames of the candles were so weak that they could barely be extinguished.

At the same time, I noticed that the person on the bed didn't seem to have any ups and downs.

Obviously this person is the wife of the ghost cook.

The ghost cook stood aside, and I walked over to take a closer look.

It has to be said that the ghost cook's wife is also as beautiful as a flower. It is estimated that the ghost cook and the ghost cook were also a perfect match back then, a match made in heaven.But now his face is as pale as paper, his eyes are closed tightly, and there is no blood on his face or body.

(End of this chapter)