Chapter 67: Visiting the "Haunted House" Vampires and Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup...
Such "vampire" incidents caused panic throughout the city. The Royal Capital Guard was under tremendous pressure, and civilian exorcists and bounty hunters were ready to take action. Some even suggested burning down Twilight Villa directly.
But Youan felt that there might be a deeper secret hidden in this matter, and he needed to go there in person.
Unexpectedly, there was a little tail following behind me.
The setting sun was like a huge piece of molten gold, pouring down hot and sticky light, illuminating the steep slope leading to Twilight Villa with golden light. However, it did not bring any warmth. Instead, it stretched the shadows of the dead trees like ghost claws leading to hell.
Ye Wan panted heavily as he walked up the slope, each step feeling heavy as if filled with lead. "Why haven't we arrived yet?"
You An was feeling better now. He turned around and said, "Who told you to follow me?"
But after complaining, he still reached out to pull her. Ye Wan stretched out her hand from under her cloak and placed it on his outstretched hand.
The mountain path was silent, with only the sound of boots crushing stones.
Just as they turned a sharp bend in the ramp, they ran into a group of people head-on.
They were a group of disheveled bounty hunters, rushing down from the top of the mountain, their faces distorted with frustration and fear.
"That damn place is really weird!"
"The silver bullet didn't work at all. I couldn't even get through the door."
You An pulled Ye Wan to make way for them. Ye Wan noticed that these people had different equipment, but their leather armor was damaged and some were even injured.
Soon the group of people disappeared, taking the noise and chaos with them.
Only the dead silent sunset remained.
"Let's go." Youan pulled her up and continued walking.
After the last rays of sunset were swallowed by dark clouds, they finally climbed to the top of Twilight Villa. They could see the outline of the villa's dilapidated courtyard, a few crows roosting on the dome in the distance, and there seemed to be a thin, water-like barrier covering the outside.
The entrance to the villa is a magnificent cast iron gate, surrounded by a large number of withered thorns and vines.
Ye Wan was about to pull the bracelet, but You An pulled him back: "Wait, don't touch it yet."
He picked up a stone and threw it at the gate. The stone didn't even touch the gate, but broke into countless pieces and fell at Ye Wan's feet.
"I was scared to death." Ye Wan looked at the stone fragments with lingering fear.
"Don't touch anything here." His eyes fell on the gate, and in the center of the iron gate there was a rusty, rose-shaped door knocker.
He thought the sunken rose shape might be a mechanism.
"You guys are here too."
A familiar voice sounded from behind. The two turned their heads and saw that it was the vampire hunter Rose. She was still wearing that old-fashioned vampire suit and holding her weapon in her hand.
No, she was carrying her vegetable basket.
From Ye Wan's perspective, he could clearly see a few green onions in the basket.
She didn't want to be a vampire hunter at all. Instead, she reached out and pressed the rose wreath naturally, as if she was inviting a guest to her home, and the door opened.
Then he enthusiastically took Ye Wan's hand and walked into the villa, and You An had no choice but to follow him.
After pushing open the heavy door of the main hall, a mixture of heavy dust and stale wood smell came over, and Pancake sneezed several times on Ye Wan's shoulder.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the towering stained-glass windows with difficulty, cutting into several dim beams of light, and countless dust particles were flying in the beams of light.
This is an empty hall that looks more like a church than a house. Although the setting sun shines in, it is still as gloomy and cold as a catacomb.
There were several paintings hanging on the walls of the hall, none more than some landscape oil paintings. The last one was a portrait, a man wearing a breastplate and a lady in a pink dress. Unfortunately, due to the passage of time, the faces of the two could no longer be seen clearly.
The fireplace, the armor in the corners, and the stair railings were all covered with cobwebs, and the grand piano in the middle of the hall was also covered with thick dust.
Ye Wan stepped on a thick and luxurious carpet. The carpet had long been tattered and faded, and only the curled vines and palm leaves on the carpet could be barely seen. With every step he took, the carpet raised thick dust.
"There's no one in this place, let alone a ghost." Ye Wan said after being choked by dust for the third time.
Muffin sat listlessly on her shoulder. It was obvious that it had no interest in such a place and wanted to go back to the tavern for dinner.
Suddenly, its two big ears moved alertly, because the eyes of the man in the painting on the wall seemed to move.
Muffin froze, then looked at the painting again, and his eyes, which were originally looking into the distance, slowly turned towards it.
"Squeak!" Pancake was so frightened that his fur exploded. He circled around Ye Wan's shoulders anxiously: "Squeak!"
Ye Wan was still studying the huge piano and only perfunctorily said, "Wait a minute, Pancake, we'll be home soon."
Muffin became even more anxious and smacked her on the head with his paw.
Those eyes were still staring at the muffin, and there was even a hint of smile in them.
Rose said, "Let's go upstairs and take a look."
Ye Wan and You An went upstairs and suddenly felt something was wrong. A biting chill blew from behind, and the old candle wick on the silver candlestick suddenly lit up.
"Who lit the candle?" Ye Wan asked.
Youan shook his head.
Rose also said it wasn't her.
"Bang!" A door on the second floor suddenly slammed shut, shaking the dust off the ceiling.
"What happened?" Ye Wan stuttered.
The huge grand piano on the first floor suddenly stopped playing and made a harsh noise. A lot of blood-colored liquid poured down the stairs like a torrent. The white gauze curtains in the corridor fluttered automatically without wind, like white withered claws.
Youan's hand was already on the silver dagger. Ye Wan quickly retreated behind him and hugged Songmuffin:
"What a haunted place! Let's go home."
Pancake stretched out his wet nose to sniff, then jumped off Ye Wan's shoulder, raised his claws to pick up some bloody liquid and put it in his mouth to taste the saltiness.
Ye Wan almost fainted when he saw some dark red liquid on its furry cheek.
But she soon smelled a sweet fragrance, as if it came from the dark red liquid.
So Ye Wan also lay down like Pancake, sniffed it, and then stretched out his finger to touch a little bit.
It has the aroma of cranberry jam, with the slight astringency and freshness of the peel. You can also taste the fine berry seeds in the jam. It's just that the chef's cooking skills don't seem to be very good. He put too much sugar, so it tastes a bit bitter and greasy.
"I feel like we've been fooled." Ye Wan said dimly.
The chandelier on the ceiling also began to creak. Youan took out a flashlight from his bag and shone it onto the ceiling.
A group of furry elves, like black balls of fur, were crowded on the chandelier, swaying happily from side to side.
When they saw the light from the flashlight, they froze.
Ye Wan put her hands on her hips, looking unhappy: "It's you guys who are playing tricks here."
The elves froze, and the topmost claw accidentally loosened, and they fell down in groups, hitting their companions with a "bang".
"These are night elves, they only grow in dark, deserted places." Rose looked down at them. "They are very cute and have no offensive power."
"That should mean that no one lives here." Ye Wan said.
Those night-dwelling elves formed a huge black arrow, pointing directly at the gate.
"Are you trying to drive us away?"
You An said with great understanding: "It should be the protection mechanism left by the owner of this villa."
The group of coal-black elves circled around Pancake, seeming to be extremely curious about this orange furry creature that was a circle bigger than them.
"Then this mechanism is really useless. These little cuties can't even scare away a cat." Ye Wan said with a bit of disgust.
The elves were greatly shocked and even became dejected.
Ye Wan quickly explained: "I don't mean to blame you. At least when the piano sounded at the beginning, I was really scared."
The elves looked much happier.
Pancake patted Ye Wan's face and then patted his belly.
"Are you hungry again? Sorry, Pancake, I left in a hurry and forgot to bring nuts." As Ye Wan said this, his stomach began to growl.
She scratched her head embarrassedly. Rose lifted the basket in her hand and said, "I have a lot of vegetables here. Let's cook some here."
As he said that, he ran into the kitchen. Ye Wan and You An quickly followed. The kitchen was hidden behind the stairwell. It was also very large and grand. It even had a brass faucet with clear water flowing out.
Rose took the dusty pot and rinsed it repeatedly. Ye Wan looked down at her vegetable basket, which contained a box of duck blood.
"Oh, it's duck blood?"
Ever since Ye Wan invented the delicacy of duck blood cooked in hot pot, many shops have started selling duck blood, because some people in Wangdu have discovered that duck blood cooked in spicy pot is indeed very delicious.
Ye Wan also saw vermicelli and a sealed box of soup stock in her basket: "Are you going to make duck blood vermicelli soup?"
Rose nodded.
"You're an expert, let me help you." Ye Wan said.
Ye Wan was very pleased to find that there was someone in the royal capital who knew and could cook the famous dish, duck blood and vermicelli soup.
It is fresh duck blood, which will bounce back when pressed. Cut it into small pieces. The duck gizzards and duck intestines should be washed with salt and cooking wine to remove the fishy smell.
Ye Wan first poured the white broth into the pot, added the duck blood and fried tofu first to let them absorb the flavor of the broth, and then added the duck gizzards and duck intestines.
Rose obviously cooks this dish often. She skillfully pours the vermicelli softened by warm water into the soup pot and takes it out when it becomes transparent and slippery.
The last bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup with soup and ingredients should be sprinkled with green chopped green onions and coriander. Ye Wan likes to drizzle it with balsamic vinegar, while Rose likes to add some chili oil.
Youan quietly added all the remaining coriander.
Ye Wan blew away the hot steam from the soup, then picked up a piece of vermicelli with chopsticks, which absorbed the deliciousness of the soup; the duck blood burst with juice when bitten, and the duck gizzards were crispy, tender and chewy.
When eating fried tofu, because it is full of boiling soup, you can only gently bite a small hole in it, then gently suck it, letting the soup "slurp" into your mouth.
Ye Wan taught Pancake this, and it took a careful bite of the fried tofu.
After eating and drinking to your heart's content, the spicy pepper mixed with the rich duck soup is very delicious, relaxing both physically and mentally.
Ye Wan wiped his mouth, feeling refreshed. "Let's go and settle the score with Dracula!"
You An grabbed her and said, "No rush."
His beautiful eyes looked solemnly at Rose opposite him: "I think we will be able to see him soon."
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