Li Daoran stretched out his thick neck and looked into the courtyard through the crack in the door.

"It's not that the residents were poisoned by carbon monoxide and were unconscious, right? Master Dao, I can't wait to see you die."

Hu Zi complained: "I said, "Your words must be justified and well-founded. Where does the gas come from in this wilderness?"

Li Daoran glanced at him with contempt, "Who said that carbon monoxide poisoning is gas? Charcoal burning can also emit carbon monoxide. Have you learned to complain after nine years of compulsory education?"

As he spoke, Li Daoran was about to push the door open.

"Do you have something to do with me?"

Everyone turned around and saw an old man walking slowly with a basket of vegetables.

The old man was wearing a long gray cloth gown and a hunched figure. He might not be able to eat meat in the mountains. He had a starving sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, a sparse beard, leaning on a dragon crutch in his left hand, and carrying a vegetable basket in his right hand, limping and having an old leg disease.

The old man had a curved face and smiled, looking harmless. Dalabao and Huzi saw that they were an old man with yellow earth buried their necks, and slowly lowered the gun he was holding.

The old man claimed to be Bai Shitang. In order to avoid the war, his ancestors fled here from China. Who knew that Myanmar was also fighting, so they had to hide in the mountains. This has been hiding for eighty years.

Everyone showed surprise expressions. Isn’t this the real version of the Peach Blossom Land?

Hu Zi said: "Old man, the war has ended long ago, and now the world is in harmony."

Bai Shitang had a little back and seemed to have not heard Hu Zi's words, so he pushed open the wooden door.

"I haven't been here for decades. I'm so happy to see my compatriots. If you don't dislike me, come in and have a simple meal!"

Everyone communicated with their eyes. When they met strangers in barren mountains and wilderness, no one dared to enter the house rashly.

But Li Daoran didn't care at all, followed Bai Shitang carelessly and entered the thatched hut.

Although the thatched hut is broken outside, it is very neat inside, the tables, chairs, benches and stools are polished smoothly, and the pots and pans are arranged in a regular manner. It can be seen that Bai Shitang, who lives alone, is a very self-disciplined person.

The room was not big, and eight people seemed very crowded in the main hall. Hu Qingsong didn't want to get together with these people and found a place to rest alone outside the door.

"You must be thirsty and tired when you come here. Have a cup of tea and have a rest."

Water was boiled in the large iron pot on the stove. Bai Shitang brought a teapot, put tea powder on it, and poured it with boiling water.

Xia Qingzhu stepped forward to help, turned over the upside down tea cup on the table, and poured each of them a cup of tea.

Li Daoran picked it up and blew it twice, and drank the hot tea.

"Old Baitou, your tea tastes good, huh?" Li Daoran looked at the tea cup in his hand, and his eyes suddenly emitted a ray of light, "Your cup is also good!"

Bai Shitang squatted beside him picking vegetables, and said without looking back: "It's all cups brought by my father and utensils for drinking water. What's the best or not?"

Wang Yutong also looked at the cup in his hand carefully. The cup was as tall as jade, and there were a few peonies and a chicken on the cup.

Turn the bottom of the cup, with a seal in the middle, which says the Ming Dynasty Chenghua Year system.

"This is... Chenghua Doucai Chicken Groove Cup!!"

Wang Yutong couldn't help but open her mouth. There were only seventeen cups in the world. Her grandfather had one in his hand. He regarded it as a treasure. At the auction house, he sold 280 million yuan in one cup. Even the imitation of chicken jar cups from the Yongzheng period would have to be sold for 10 million yuan.

When everyone heard Wang Yutong's words, they sighed. This old man is a hidden rich man!

During the chat, Bai Shitang had already cut the vegetables and the rice was steamed.

"Everyone is hungry, but I have to wait a while, and there are still customers who haven't arrived."

"Who else?" Da Laba couldn't help but frown. The old man still has relatives in the deep mountains and forests?

Bai Shitang refused to answer the conversation, moved his foot and squatted at the door, untied the cigarette pipe from his waist and filled a bag of cigarettes.

"Ba!Ba!"

Bai Shitang held the scythe and beat it several times but failed to ignite the fire. He reached out with one hand.

"Click!"

Bai Fengjiu brought the lighter over, and Bai Shitang took advantage of the fire and took two shots.

"I want to ask you something." Bai Fengjiu squatted at the door like Bai Shitang.

"What's the matter, I know, I will say it."

"My friend came here a few days ago. After returning, his soul was lost. Can you tell me where his soul is?"

Bai Shitang raised his eyebrows, then grinned and said, "Little brother, I'm afraid I can't help with such a mysterious thing."

Bai Fengjiu's originally smiling face pulled down and said, "He became like this in order to help me find the inner alchemy of the monster. If you are reasonable, I won't make things difficult for you."

Bai Shitang looked helpless, "I really don't know, old man..."

Bai Fengjiu grabbed Bai Shitang's collar, and the latter was caught off guard and staggered.

Li Daoran was playing with the chicken cup when he saw Bai Fengjiu suddenly moving, and hurriedly shouted: "I said Xiaobai, what are you doing?"

Xia Qingzhu also advised: "Mr. Bai, what happened? Tell me well, don't do it!"

Huzi said: "How do you bully the old man? Let go quickly!"

Bai Fengjiu turned a deaf ear to their words and narrowed her eyes slightly, "Old rat spirit, my patience is limited. If you are stubborn, I will strip your mouse skin, crush your demon pill, destroy your thousand-year Taoist practice, and let your souls go away!"

Facing Bai Fengjiu's threat, Bai Shitang was not afraid at all, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Young people don't be angry. I'm very unhappy if you do this."

Footsteps came from afar, Bai Shitang looked sideways and smiled, "The guest is here!"

A group of people walked in the distance, leading a young woman, wearing a tight suit, slender waist and plump buttocks, and a pretty face second only to Wang Yutong. Her big eyes were rippling in autumn and attracted people's souls.

Following her were six men, wearing tights of the same style as women, with a strong muscle, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, each of them was serious and exuding a murderous aura on their bodies.

As soon as the group of people appeared, Hu Qingsong became nervous immediately. The loudspeaker in the room also grabbed the ak47 beside him, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The woman swept over Hu Qingsong and set her eyes on Bai Fengjiu at the door, her mouth was raised, and her smile was as beautiful as a sweet person.

"Mr. Bai, long time no see."

"Sister Yue, right? I haven't seen each other for a while." Bai Fengjiu said lightly.

Sister Yue waved her hand gently and joked: "What's the name of Sister Yue? I'll just call me Xiao Yueyue."

When Bai Fengjiu was chatting with Sister Yue, his hands suddenly loosened. Bai Shitang broke free and jumped to the courtyard. His body movements were as smart as monkeys, but he didn't look like an octogenarian.

Bai Shitang stretched his waist, his height suddenly increased a little, his face turned rosy, and his voice was loud and confident.

"Since everyone is here, let's start our game next."

A trace of coldness flashed in Sister Yue's eyes and said, "Who are you? What is the purpose of bringing us here?"
Chapter completed!