A plate of fried meatballs with a strong aroma was like poison in the eyes of the cobbler. He never expected that this would be a plate of "human" meat and vegetables. The Mr. Ding in front of him was no worse than the one who forced him to do things, and even more cruel. The two armies were fighting and did not kill them, so he turned the errands into dishes.

what to do?

what do I do?

The cobbler was already scared by what he thought. The bright kitchen knife on the table made the flesh on his neck tremble. His body involuntarily shrank back, and instinctively made him want to keep a distance from the chef.

"Mr. Sir. If there is nothing else, then I'll go back first, that person is still waiting for my reply."

If I leave, I must leave here first and can't stay for a minute.

Almost as if he was running away, the cobbler stood up and retreated from the hall. Of course, he did not forget to hold the dish, for fear of angering the cook. At this time, there was a smile on his face. After all, he was just a businessman, but a "small business."

"Remember to tell you the dish to deliver it. Don't be too late. If it's too late, the oil will leave and the skin will fall off, but it will not be delicious."

Seeing the cobbler leave in panic, Ku Ding took the black invitation with the blood skull printed on it, only remembering an address and a time.

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"Grandma Meng has already gone to rest. If sir has nothing to do, I will go down too."

After tidying up the hall and the kitchen, Xiao Erning Mon saw that the chef was still in the hall and went up to ask.

The cook nodded, and after Ning Meng also left, he got up and returned to the kitchen. After opening an inner door, a downward staircase appeared. The handrails like dead wood seemed to be extremely old. The wooden staircase under his feet seemed to collapse after stepping on them. The layers of wooden vase were raised up, like countless shriveled insects, and a gloomy breath came from the bottom, as if this was a connection to the evil land.

The first step on the way, the lights lit up below, but it was still very dim. You can see the hovering stairs going down, at least ten meters, or even deeper.

Through the stairs, there was another door. The dim light shone on it. The dark door was carved with countless corpses. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a mountain of corpses. It seemed to be a place of war, a place of killing, and a prison of death.

"Prince Ding!"

The pot Ding said his name himself, and the door opened. I don’t know if it was installed with a voice control device or what was going on.

On the other side of the door is a huge house with countless shelves, which are spread out around an open place on the outside. A humanoid creature is tied up on a wooden chair in the open area. Judging from the clothes, it seems that they were with Ye Lingxiao and others. They thought they were the silly guys of Qiao Rourou’s boyfriend.

"Let me out!"

When he saw Ku Ding, the creature begged, and there was no trace of the previous arrogant aura. When he approached, he could see that one of his legs had been broken, and the wound was still flowing with some green liquid, which seemed to be his blood. If ordinary people were injured like this, they would probably have died of excessive bleeding. This guy was obviously not a human.

"The guest is gone, now we can talk."

The cook moved a chair and sat opposite it, holding the bright kitchen knife in his hand.

"I... I'm really just here to invite you to cook. I don't know anything else. Really, really, don't kill me, I... I'm the subordinate of Xiegui. As long as you let me go, I can help you speak a few good words in front of Xiegui. At that time...ah..."

Before he finished speaking, Ku Ding swung a kitchen knife and directly chopped his shoulder bone. Although this thing had a human form, it was not a human. Its physique was ten times stronger than that of humans. It was difficult to hurt ordinary knives, and it was rough and thick.

Just like humans, this kind of thing lives in different regions and has different names, such as Europeans and Africans. This thing is called Kappa in Japan and Kelpie in Europe. Here, it is water ghost and water monkey.

Most water ghosts are reborn and drown ghosts. After finding the stolen person, they eat the stolen person and are born through this practice. A small number of them can remove the ghost body and have a physical body. They like human eyes and nails the most, and they will also suck human blood. However, they rarely eat human flesh and hide it in the water all year round. Some water ghosts even know the art of illusion, which uses it to lure humans, drown them, and then eat their souls. They are an evil ghost.

There are many kinds of water ghosts, but very few people are good. After all, they are born from evil and most of them cannot produce good results. Even Buddhism, which has always accepted hypocrisy for life, does not like this kind of thing very much.

Of course, because it is hidden in water all year round, and after being nourished by water sources, the flesh of the water ghosts that have already had a body is delicious. The water ghosts in the lakes are more fragrant than rivers, and the water ghosts in the ocean are smoother than seafood. It is a rare and rare delicacy. Whenever a person who has the ability to catch ghosts, he will call his friends and enjoy them together.

In the world on the shady back, there is a gossip: There is a demon flesh above and a ghost brain below. If you can't eat enough unfaithful cups and drink evil spirits, if you can get a bowl of immortal soup, the gods will be sad.

This is what we call the five great odors on the shady side of the world, the demon flesh, the water ghost brain, the unfaithful silkworm cup, the evil ghost wine juice, and the immortal soup.

These are just off topic. As for the name of the Water Ghost, it doesn't matter whether it is dead or alive. He has also eaten the Water Ghost Brain and is not very interested. The Water Ghost Brain is just trying to get some information. If it says it happily, it will just suffer less.

"Look, this kitchen knife is simple, not as good as those knife and forks, but simple has the benefits of simplicity, such as getting it everywhere, such as not showing off one's intention, the best thing is to be used to cook. My knife skills are good, but there are times when I like to chop hard, such as now."

Pulling out the kitchen knife, the cook chopped it up again. The sound of the dull knife marrow is a death-demanding talisman. Even the water ghost can't stand being chopped by one knife at a time. What's more, the water ghost swears that this kitchen knife is definitely not an ordinary kitchen knife. Every time it is chopped, it is like it is cut by a hot hob knife. It has no way to resist the pain.

"I said, I said, I said everything, don't cut me!"

The water ghost was almost crying, and the rope tied to it was soaked ink. Although it was only the thickness of a finger, it had miraculous effects on ghosts. Even if the thousand-year-old ghost king saw it, he had to consider it. This was a root suppression, just like a snowflake that could not stand the sun, let alone the water ghost.

Perhaps it was because its ghost cultivation was too smooth. It was just coming to send a letter, but it was a little stronger. The other party actually took off one of its legs. That meaning seemed to be made into a dish directly. It still wanted to live, but it didn't want to be the food in other people's mouths.

The evil star in front of me is a ghost-eating person.
Chapter completed!