I lived there for a long time. The boss's wife's surname is Fu Man. Her man is not a local. They opened an antique shop and did some small business. A few years ago, her man went to the heart of the snow mountain and never came back. She kept guarding the shop.

Qi Lechuan knew that Aunt Fu even asked her to make a spell, and her man would never come back. It was not simply going deep into the snow mountain. It was clearly like what Jiumen did, a fight, and died on the snow mountain, and the corpse was hard to find.

Snowflakes floated again in the sky this afternoon. I wanted to let go of the idea of ​​finding Wuxie. Her body was too afraid of the cold. To be honest, she would rather go to the rainforest in the south. The secret on the snow-capped mountains was worth her visit.

The antique shop is not far from the post office, and there is also a large flow of people here. Aunt Fu is not in the store today, so Qi Lechuan helped to guard her. She sat around the charcoal stove, rubbed her hands from time to time, and looked at the snow-capped mountains outside the window.

I heard from Aunt Fu that it is the hinterland of the snow-capped mountains, a forbidden area in the uninhabited area.

Qi Jiujiu was even lazy. He was nestled on the sofa next to the charcoal stove, humming an untuned tune in his mouth, as if he felt that this was not enough. He snapped his fingers and added a bowl of butter tea in his hand.

Qi Lechuan watched the bowl in her hand disappear, and she looked at the initiator, frowned and was about to take action, "Qi Jiujiu, are you dead?"

He took a small bite lazily, turned his eyes to look at her, and acted very innocently, "I'll just try poison for you."

"You..." She stood up and pretended to kick him. At this time, the door was pushed open and the wind chime in the corner rang.

She held her feet and finally glared at the little ghost.

The visitor was wearing a hidden robe. He shook the snow on his body and said in fluent Mandarin, "I heard from Boss Fu that there are people in the store, so I'll get a painting."

It sounds like it comes from the Northeast.

"Okay, sit down for a moment, I'll get it for you." Her voice fainted.

Qi Lechuan was covered like a bear, with his hair tied, and his exposed face was small and delicate. The man was stunned for a moment.

Then a painting fell on the table. Before anyone could react, the boy who was lying on the sofa rubbed his hair and sat upright. His sharp peach blossom eyes looked at the man, "Is this the picture?"

Seeing that the painting on the cabinet had been placed on the table, Qi Lechuan was not worried, but instead poured a bowl of butter tea for the customer.

The man reacted and saw that they were both so amazing, but he had some consideration. He had already had a master, so he hurriedly put away his mind and sat down to look at the painting.

A few minutes later, the man aligned Jiujiu and said, "Yes, this is this one. Speaking of which, there is a painting hidden in the post office. The people in the oil painting are very similar to you."

The man said and looked at Qi Jiujiu, looking at his eyes, which was a special look, without any human emotions, and once he was extraordinary, he would become a god.

Qi Jiujiu blinked. Of course he had no emotions or feelings. He was not a human being. He just wanted to urge him to leave quickly and not look at Qi Lechuan's face.

"Like him?" Qi Lechuan answered, although he was a little disgusted, but he still took the opportunity to ask, "Do you know who painted the painting?"

The man put away the painting on the table and smiled, "I have been here for more than ten years. I have wanted to collect that painting for a long time. The author insisted on not selling it. The author was named Chen Xuehan. He said that the painting was copied and it was contaminated with cause and effect and could not be traded."

Qi Lechuan nodded as if it was clear. After seeing off the man, she stood at the door of the store and looked at the post office. It should not be difficult to find someone here, but it is not easy.

Qi Jiujiu rested on the sofa again, knocking on the little abacus in her heart. She has become even more eye-catching since she has grown her long hair. Zhang Rishan didn’t know what she was thinking, but he actually asked her to grow her long hair!

The more the little ghost thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He said that he had to let her hair go away naturally. How could he do it with the flow?

He looked at her back, waited patiently.

It snowed for two days. Fu Man brought a lot of supplies when he came back. She said that the mountain had been blocked by heavy snow and she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.

Qi Lechuan smiled and said that it was just a life experience.

"Aunt Fu, do you know a man named Chen Xuehan?" She held a cup of hot water in her hand and asked Fu Man who was tying the abacus.

Fu Man knocked on the abacus and didn't look up, but answered, "What are you asking about him?"

"I saw the painting at the post office. I recognized the person in the painting. I heard that the author of the painting was Chen Xuehan." She said.

Fu Man didn't ask any extra questions. After finishing the accounts, she pointed to a boiler room opposite the post office. "He was still working in a short-term work there some time ago. If you want to find out others, I may not be able to help you. If you want to talk about this person, there is a real story. He has worked in a lot of short-term work since he came, and he has helped my man with work before."

According to what Fu Man said, the man's skin was a little dark, he was a Han man, his eyes were different from those of ordinary people, very calm, and he could recognize him at a glance when he saw him.

Qi Lechuan put on very thick boots, wrapped himself in a Tibetan robe and went to the boiler room. The boiler room was much warmer than other places, but he didn't see Chen Xuehan.

She asked an old man.

The old man smoked a dry tobacco and said, "Two days ago he took a young man to the Lama Temple on the mountain."

She raised her eyebrows, "What does that young man look like?"

"He is tall, a little white, with clear stupidity in his eyes. He is a Han man." The old man gestured.

This is definitely Wuxie, but he is not so simple now, right?

Qi Lechuan realized suddenly. She thanked the old man and asked the direction of the Lama Temple.

The old man raised his hand and looked at her and the boy behind her again, "You'd better find someone to take you up. The snow is too thick and the road is difficult to walk."

She thanked her repeatedly. Just as she was about to go out, a few people were wearing down jackets and equipment, and the leader was still a woman.

She and Qi Lechuan passed by, and after entering the house, she asked for a few pots of hot water to drink.

Qi Lechuan Yu Guang glanced at him, pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, and raised his foot and walked out.

If Qi Lechuan remembers correctly, she had met her in Kekexili, Zhang Haike's sister, Zhang Haixing.

Zhang Haixing did not recognize Qi Lechuan. First, Qi Lechuan was wearing a wide Tibetan robe, and second, she had long hair. This transcends gender, so she couldn't react instantly.

Qi Lechuan returned to the antique shop again. Fu Man was gone, Qi Jiujiu's hands were so cold that they were purple. While disgusting her body, she didn't resist the freezing, she asked her, "What are you going to do?"

She also sat down by the charcoal stove and rubbed her hands, "What can I do? Uncle has come here with his own skills. I'd better not show up for the time being. I'll protect Wuxie's life first. Uncle shouldn't really take Wuxie's life."

That's what it means.

But it may not be.

"What if he kills Wuxie as fake?" Qi Jiujiu can be said to have raised the most likely question.

Qi Lechuan patted his head, "Stop farting, uncle is not a fool."

Qi Jiujiu curled his lips and muttered secretly, "That's not very smart."

Qi Lechuan thought about it and found that it was true, how should Wuxie prove to his uncle that he was truly Wuxie?

I'm afraid I'll be confused?

Why did he prove that he is himself?
Chapter completed!