Extra Dishes
Li Bai and Old Chen set up camp beside the haunted house. As for the reason, perhaps only the ghosts knew.
Unaware of this, Li Bai quickly built an open-air shower.
Egg-sized aluminum alloy tubing formed the frame, with opaque waterproof tarpaulin secured by screws and retaining strips. A rough stone slab served as the floor, while a bucket of cold water and a bucket of hot water stood outside. With a handheld electric showerhead, they could easily enjoy the convenience of cooling off in summer.
The supplies prepared in the big Benz's trunk left Old Chen marveling. They were thorough enough that even in the middle of nowhere, they could still camp out in comfort.
He had originally thought a few cunning mosquitoes would "steal a bite" while he showered. Yet after changing into dry clothes and returning to the tent with its small hanging fan, Old Chen did not have a single mosquito bite.
"Strange. Are there no mosquitoes here?"
The old man was still bewildered. He had not seen even a single fly or mosquito, and he was still clutching that cyan scale.
The lush grass and ditches where insects bred were only a dozen meters away, yet not a single bug flew or crawled over to bother him.
If Old Chen had carefully observed his surroundings, he would have noticed that flies, mosquitoes, ants, woodlice, spiders, centipedes, and other insects were all fleeing in every direction as if escaping a disaster. None dared approach the area where the tent stood.
"Fish tonight. Should we grill them or make soup?"
Li Bai gathered materials locally. He twisted long, tough cogon grass into ropes, hung a large string of fish from them, and returned from the stream near the village entrance. He had also bundled up