Chapter 174: Chinese New Year Celebration

After making fun of Hua Li, Liao Si asked, "Where is the master?"

"It's upstairs," Ge Wuchen picked up, "but you'd better not disturb the master; he's resting now."

Liao Si shrugged helplessly and walked over to the other computer beside Ge Wuchen and sat down, "It looks like I didn't come at the right time. It's not like I skipped the boring New Year's Eve dinner and wanted to meet my master as soon as possible, so that he could turn Qi Ye's body into my new body."

Hua Li said, "You said before, Qi Ye's body is very suitable for the master, and you are just average."

"His body is indeed a perfect fit for Master," Liao Si also opened the game, intending to play a game with them, "The fit is unbelievable, his spirit body is as if it was specially created for Master, I dare say that if Master uses Qi Ye's body, then it will definitely be a perfect fit."

He coughed twice, "But the master had the body of the idol and didn't need Qi Ye's body anymore, so he was in my sights."

The game was over, and there was no winner. Ge Wuchen hadn't killed enough "Qingfeng Taoist", he invited his opponent to the next game, and added a taunting remark that provoked his opponent to play on, "But Qi Ye is a member of the Qi family, and a famous genius in the younger generation of the metaphysical world. Even if the Qi family falls, it's not very convenient for you to occupy his identity. How are you going to return to the old Liao family in western Hunan? How do you utilize your corpse catching technique?"

It took Liao Si a while to stop coughing as he said unconcernedly, "There's always a way out of these things, but the bottom line is, my body's about to give out."

Hua Li paused, looking sideways at him.

Liao Si sits in his computer chair, and he wears thick clothes, thicker than Ge Wuchen, the monk, wears. But even wrapped up in a sphere, he couldn't hide the thinness of his body. He was thinner than he had been in the summer, and his vitality was vanishing from his body; in a year, or two, Liao Si might die.

The blue light of the computer illuminates the stubbornness in Liao Si's eyes, "You know, my dream."

"I am the last generation of the corpse catchers, if I die, the old Liao family's corpse catching art will be gone," Liao Si said, "I grew up sleeping with corpses and eating with corpses. I've been learning for twenty whole years, corpse oil has soaked into my bones, and I'm covered in the stench of corpses. I am well versed in corpse-catching, and have the same talent in this area as my ancestors. But I've never driven a corpse before, because my body simply isn't strong enough to make that kind of a journey to drive a corpse."

He said, "I really want to try how to catch a corpse ...... very much want to take that trip."

Hua Li turned back, "You will."

Liao Si laughed twice and looked around sparingly, "Huh, where's Teng Bi."

Ge Wuchen said, "He has gone to deliver something for his master."

In the computer, the next game has already started.

Jiang Luo played a few games with them, and then the three of them threw the handle back to the table to continue making dumplings.

Dumpling-making is a matter of talent, and in just a few moments, Ye Xun and Wen Renlian's dumplings are beautiful and full enough to set the standard. The others couldn't, they either had too much filling or were dry and shriveled, and by the time they finally had enough dumplings, everyone was sweating profusely.

When it comes to cooking, Jiang Luo picks only the smart ones to help out, while everyone else is denied access to the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, Sai Liaoer obediently handed Jiang Luo the chopped scallions, and when he saw that Jiang Luo had taken them, he whispered to Jiang Luo's ear, "Jiang, do you know Hei Wuchang?"

Jiang Luo looked up at him in surprise, "Does Sai Liaoer know he's a White Impermanence?

Sai Liaoer didn't see the look in his eyes and said sullenly, "When I was abroad, one night a strange man stood by my bed and told me to get up and come back to work. He said he was too busy, and that it was irresponsible of me to leave without taking leave, and that I wouldn't be given my annual vacation, and said a lot of things that scared me right out of my mind."

Especially when I heard the words "no annual vacation", although I don't know why, Sai Liaoer felt that these words were too horrible.

Jiang Luo "Pfft", "Ahem, is that so?"

Did Black go abroad to look for Sai Liaoer because he was too busy to fight?

Sai Liaoer nodded his head repeatedly and said in a puzzled manner, "That man wore a high hat and carried a wailing stick, like the legendary Hei Wuchang."

Jiang Luo was already sure that this was Hei Wuchang, but he did not poke at the answer, instead he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Sai Liaoer, there is a saying that 'when you think in the day, you dream at night', are you thinking of invoking the gods in your heart every day and succeeding, that's why you are read Hei Wuchang to your side?"

Sai Liaoer pondered, "So the Hei Wuchang I saw could have been a dream?"

Jiang Luo doesn't say yes or no, "When you see him next time, you can touch him and see if he's solid, if he's dreaming."

Sai Liaoer realized, "Good."

Jiang Luo was busy in the kitchen for a while, and when he came out of the kitchen, he realized that snow had started to fall outside the window.

He watched steadily for a moment and walked over to the landing.

The ground was already covered with a thin layer of snow, and there were no people to be seen outside on New Year's Eve. This was Jiang Luo's first New Year's Eve in this world, and everything was quiet and warm.

He opened the window to catch a snowflake, watched it melt into water in the middle of his palm, and smiled again as he closed the window behind him.

Before crossing over, the most common New Year's Eve for Jiang Luo was spent alone. The food is just a little better than usual, the most frequent thing is to buy too much courier instead of eaten, watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV to let the meat and vegetables on the coffee table congealed into a lump of oil. Nothing lonely, and not poor, have a vacation rest is very good, just do not have any New Year's feeling.

I didn't realize that after crossing over, I'd have to spend New Year's Eve with so many people instead.

The corner of Jiang Luo's mouth curved up and he was about to turn around and leave by the window when his movements gave way, "Huh?"

Lu Youyi, who heard his voice, curiously walked over to him, "What's wrong?"

Looking out, Lu Youyi also let out a small "ah" in surprise. Outside the window, several black crows were flying in the air with a bag.

"How can there be crows in this weather?" Lu Youyi was afraid of scaring them away as if he was shocked with an airy voice, "Are they ...... here to deliver something?"

This is the twenty-third floor!

The crow's blood-red eyes stared straight at Jiang Luo, who instantly realized whose handiwork it was. He looked at the crow critically for a few moments, slowly opened the window, and reached out towards the crow.

But the raven dodged his hand and headed for a small patch of trees below the apartment.

Jiang Luo let out a cold laugh and withdrew his hand, "Lust for a catch."

Lu Youyi scratched his ears and died of curiosity, "Jiang Luo, want to go down and take a look?"

Jiang Luo said relentlessly, "No go."

Lu Youyi took a look at his face, couldn't restrain his stupidity, and ran towards the door, "I'll go check it out, and see if it's a New Year's gift that Santa Claus sent the crows to deliver!"

Jiang Luo didn't have time to call out to him, so he just stood by the window and looked down, and soon he saw Lu Youyi out of the apartment, running in the direction of the woods.

Lu Youyi, wrapped in his cotton coat, looked around. Succeeding in spotting the crows high up in the branches of a tree, Lu Youyi giggled a bit, "Birdie, are you here to give New Year's gifts?"

The crow cawed twice and flew away on wings of disdain.

Lu Youyi couldn't figure it out, he circled around the tree and found the bag that the crow had been carrying in its beak earlier on the back of the trunk.

Lu Youyi picked up the bag and saw the word "Jiang Luo" in the lower left corner of the bag.

Oh, it's a gift for Jiang Luo.

Lu Youyi was still wearing cotton slippers when he came out, but now he was freezing and shivering. He took his things and wanted to go back, but just after running two steps, the branches of the tree above his head suddenly rang, and a mass of red things fell on his head. Lu Youyi was startled, and the next moment his eyes were blindfolded.

He hastily yanked off the thing covering his face and held it in his hands before realizing that it was a red scarf.

Is this a gift for Jiang Luo too? Why isn't it with the bag?

Confusion flashed across Lu Youyi's face as he looked up and down, not realizing anyone was there, and hesitantly took his scarf and headed out.

When he was about to walk to the door of the apartment, Lu Youyi inexplicably turned his head back and glanced into the forest.

The snow was falling, and the road behind him was silent except for his own line of footprints.

Lu Youyi's head and shoulders also accumulated a thin layer of snow, he fixedly watched for a while, even sneezed twice, before slowly walking toward the apartment.

He didn't know what he was looking at, and when he did, his heart was empty and hard.

Strange.

He sniffled and ran into the apartment with his head buried in his hands.

A cold wind blew, and a moment later, a short-haired man came out of the dense forest.

The man was silent, a large knife in his hand, quietly looking at the apartment building not far away.

He was dressed in a modern outfit, but his temperament was particularly special, with the solemn aura of an ancient general.

"Strange," Teng Bi spoke faintly, as he raised a hand to his chest, "so the living dead, too, long for the New Year?"

Will you also know loss and sadness?

He stood silently for a moment as the wind and snow grew stronger, and the living dead man's ears could clearly hear the laughter of the human family reunion and various human smells inside the apartment.

The sky slowly darkened, and I don't know how long it took until Teng Bi came back to his senses and realized that a thick layer of white snow had fallen on his body. At first glance, he looked like a snowman piled up.

Teng Bi moved, and the snow fell off him. He took one last look at the familiar floor and turned to leave.