Beishan was silent for a long time this time, until Lan Min stepped on the back of his hand with a slight force, urging him.

"Yes..." Beishan said anyway. He could no longer refuse Lan Min.

After receiving Beishan's answer, Lan Min's expression became even more joyful, and her eyes looking at Beishan were so gentle that they dripped with water.

"Beishan..."

Beishan soon passed out, and the mucus surrounding him quickly solidified and became hard when exposed to the outside air, becoming a natural shell to protect Beishan.

The evil ghost's vitality was severely damaged and he escaped back to the coffin to recuperate. The statue was torn into pieces and could not be formed. Beishan was in a coma. In this bamboo building, Lan Min became a rare free man.

He smiled slightly. Both his husband and stepson were sick, and it was time to pray to God to keep the family safe.

"This is a wife's obligation to care for her husband and children."

Half an hour later, Lan Min wrapped herself up tightly and went out with a black umbrella.

Lan Min had long noticed that in addition to the evil ghost's bamboo house, there were other families living not far away in this village. He saw with his own eyes the smiling girls going to the mountains to dig bamboo shoots together.

He held up his umbrella and walked onto the dirt road, not far from his neighbor's house.

Inside the low fence, the neighbor's chickens were competing to peck at the vegetable leaves. On the other side, the neighbor was carrying a big bucket and adding pig food to the stone trough of the pig pen.

The peaceful scene of time seems to be a different world from the evil ghost's bamboo house. It seems that except for the bamboo house, the entire dungeon is no different from the normal world.

"Boom, boom."

Lan Mo knocked on the door knocker when her neighbor turned around after feeding the pigs.

"Hello, I've run out of vinegar at home, can I borrow some vinegar?"

The neighbor frowned and looked at the strange man at the door. It was noon, he was wrapped up so tightly, and he didn't mind the heat, "Who are you?"

Lan Min said embarrassedly: "Do you know Beishan? I am -"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by his neighbor. He stared at Lan Min suspiciously, "What about the North Mountain and the South Mountain? We don't have such a mountain here. Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

Lan Min's heart skipped a beat, and he asked tentatively: "He is your neighbor. His father Beimian just died not long ago, and he and his stepmother are the only ones at home."

In a small mountain village, almost no one in such a big place doesn't know which family has died, and what the situation is. What's more, Beimian died to save his wife, so this kind of news spreads faster.

But not only did the neighbor not think about it, but he became more vigilant. He stared at Lan Min and said, "I am the only one in this area. I have never heard of anyone you mentioned. However, we do have Beimian Mountain here, where people die

Everyone is buried there, it’s a cemetery, no one has such an unlucky name.”

Lan Min was wrapped in the clothes Beimian bought for him in the closet, and the soles of his shoes were stained with mucus on the back of Beishan's hands.

He looked back at the bamboo building shadowed by the bamboo forest, turned back and smiled, "Sorry, I remembered it wrong, don't blame me."

If you ask the wrong question at the beginning, there will be more loopholes if you ask again.

Lan Min did not continue to ask this neighbor, but walked for a while and found another person to ask, and finally asked clearly.

There was no Beimian family here at all, and the bamboo house he saw did not exist in the eyes of these people. They just regarded it as a wild bamboo forest.

"Auntie, I heard that you have outstanding people here, and you are blessed by the mountain gods, and they are very effective. I have been unlucky since I was a child, so I worship the gods and Buddhas whenever I see them. Auntie, do you have a mountain temple here? Please look at me.

For the sake of sincerity, please show me the way out."

Lan Min's voice was soft and pleasant, coupled with her sincere attitude, even if she was dressed a little weird, it was nothing.

But when the aunt who had been enthusiastic about Lan Min just now heard that Lan Min was asking about the mountain temple, her expression suddenly became cold and a little frightened.

The aunt said hesitantly: "Shan Temple... why are you asking about this? You are not from here. It's not good to ask too many questions like this..."

"Auntie." Lan Min said softly, "Although I am not from here, I am not an outsider either. I have a friend who married here. I came here to see him and to go to the mountain temple.

Offer a stick of incense to the mountain god."

"That's it." The aunt was thinking about which families had married women from outside in the past few years, but she couldn't tell her the right name. "What's your friend's name? I know everyone here. You just need to name one, and I will

I can find her for you."

Lan Min: "Thank you, aunt. My friend's name is Lan Min. Have you heard of it?"

"Lan Mo!" the aunt cried out, "Isn't that-"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stared at the young man wrapped in clothes, and finally she noticed a strand of white hair slipping out of the hood.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, as if she was suffering from hysteria.

"You are, you are-"

The middle-aged woman suddenly reached out her hand to pull off Lan Min's hood to see his face clearly.

But before she could take action, she suddenly shivered at noon.

The sun still shone on her, but she couldn't feel the warmth. The cold wind spread out with Lan Mo as the center, and the temperature dropped sharply.

"You, you are a ghost..." Her calves softened and she sat on the ground, looking at Lan Min with infinite horror.

Lan Mo's skills are all drawn from evil spirits, and his style of painting is very close to that of the underworld. Once the evil wind is used, he will immediately transform from a human into a ghost.

Lan Min's mind was spinning. Judging from this middle-aged woman's reaction, it was obvious that she knew something inside. Now that she had been frightened by him and her inner defenses collapsed, it was a good time to dig out the secret.

After thinking about it, Lan Min did not hesitate and decisively accepted the identity change from human to ghost.

"Can I still be a human being?"

The young man's faint voice made this middle-aged woman completely collapse.
Chapter completed!