After cooking, the remaining crystal substances like maltose in the pot were still as full as a soup bowl. The cook split the remaining part into two, and the small part was put into a beautiful small jar, and with an exquisite little spoon, it seemed to be a delicious snack.

Putting this small gift-like jar aside, Ku Ding's face looked a little haggard, as if he was seriously ill. When he turned around, his feet staggered, and he stopped because he held the pot. His eyes were bloodshot. Even his hands holding the edge of the pot twitched a few times, as if he was out of control.

"I am the Butcher!"

No one understood what he said suddenly. But the next moment, he lay in the pot, opened his mouth and swallowed the remaining half of the "malt sugar". Not only did he have no posture, he also didn't look like a normal person eating.

After licking the pot without a trace of residue, Ku Ding stood up from the pot with red eyes. Although he had gradually returned to normal when he stood up, for a moment, Ku Ding's firm face showed a fierce and ferocious look.

"Evil ghost!"

The voice of Ku Ding was as fierce as a beast staring at his prey.

He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and then opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and deep, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Is Girl Qiao awakened?"

There was no one beside him, but he asked around him. After a few seconds, he seemed to get a negative answer, and Ku Ding nodded.

"I won't wait for her, refine the oil first. I remember that there seems to be not much heavy oil left in the kitchen."

After taking a look at the corpse that he had put aside before, the butcher hesitated for a moment, and then he put the corpse in a big pot.

At that time in the basement of the hotel, Ku Ding found that the corpse was a little... How to say it is abnormal. When an ordinary ghost possessed a person, at most, he would use his own strength to slightly transform the appearance of the corpse, so as to facilitate his own actions.

But this corpse is different. A small horn that is only the size of a fingernail has grown on the position on his forehead. This corpse is no longer a human being. Perhaps longer than a long time, he may become a ghost corpse, or even a powerful ghost.

But the specific reason was not seen from the corpse, so he could only guess.

The ghost that had become part of the food in the sabre should have been catalyzed by external forces, and there were some traces of being forced to grow by the seedlings. Perhaps when the external force changed and strengthened the ghost, part of the ghost energy and Yin power was absorbed by the corpse. After a period of nourishment, it led to the change of the corpse.

"Although it looks like a human corpse, I have never tried using human corpses to refine oil, but if I really want to do this, I feel a little incongruous and I can't do it."

After hesitating for a long time, Ku Ding turned the pot.

"I didn't find your soul on the corpse. Maybe it was swallowed by those ghosts, or escaped from the cycle of reincarnation. No matter what, I have killed this ghost. It's a pity that your ghostly corpse has been burned into a monster. Even if it's a thank you for some of the revenge I avenge you."

"If you don't answer, I will assume that you have made accusation."

As the big pot rotated, a stream of unknown flame rose. Although you could feel the violent heat wave, you could not see a trace of flame. The clothes on the ghost corpse were instantly burned to ashes, and the ashes were also swallowed by stars at the bottom of the pot, revealing the overall appearance of the corpse.

He lost the power of possession of the ghost and was burned by the ignorant fire, as if the texture covered on the surface was destroyed. The corpse showed its changing appearance. The dark skin was covered with black hair, ghost feet, ghost claws, sharp faces and teeth, which were extremely ugly, making people feel disgusted when they saw it.

As the temperature grew higher and higher, the black hair outside the ghost corpse turned into black gas, and the whole body began to shrink. Some water-like black oil droplets were roasted out of the inside, but they were not burned on unknown fire, but were just hung on the surface of the ghost corpse.

Ku Ding was not in a hurry to collect these ghost oils. Although this ghost oil has many functions, it cannot be used to cook in this state, and it is obviously not what Ku Ding wants.

He took out the remaining golden yellow paper, pulled out four pieces and stuck them around the pot in four directions. The four yellow papers were not dark texts, but simply drew the scenery of the four seasons, and didn't know what they were used to.

However, as these four yellow papers were pasted, the stars that originally emerged from the abyss in the pot were pressed back, but the engravings of mountains, rivers and rivers under the pot reacted, and countless colorful lines of silk-shaped lines stretched out to wrap the ghost corpse.

Although I couldn't see the state of the ghost corpse, I heard the crackling sound of cooked oil.

"Cangling, Bai Mao is angry, Chang wins, dry and removes the residue, attracts five flavors, adjusts three fresh flavors, and repeats them over and over again to produce delicious food, four strengths and oil."

The four yellow papers produce four forces and fill the pot. Accompanied by the colorful silk threads, it becomes a pot of cloud gas, like the water vapor that has just been out of the pot, full of layers.

The pot Ding gently blew off the layer of water and exposed the bottom of the pot. The ghost corpse had disappeared without a trace. Only the bottom of the pot was a layer of golden grease. Other ingredients seemed to be peeled off by the big pot. Obviously, the big pot was a magical tool.

Pour the refined oil into a pottery oil bottle. The chef had completed today's work, and it was already late at night.

"Ningmeng."

"Here you come."

As the chef shouted, Ning Meng walked in from outside, as if he had not left too far, and was waiting outside.

"I don't have your share this time. I'll make up for it next time. I'll put the oil in the kitchen on the way back to sleep."

"OK."

Unexpectedly, Ning Meng did not mumble. He glanced at the exquisite jar on Ku Ding's other hand, and instantly guessed that the part he originally belonged to him now became the young lady Qiao Rourou.

"Sir, why don't I help you with the young lady?"

"Want to steal food?"

"No, how could I steal the young lady's stuff?"

It seemed that his thoughts were broken. Ning Meng laughed and held the oil tank and ran away, but was caught by the chef.

"I'll make it up for you next time, guaranteed!"

The chef Ding didn't know what was wrong, so he gave Ning Meng an explanation, but Ning Meng seemed to have seen a ghost. No, it was even more exaggerated than seeing a ghost.

"First... sir, I'm really fine, I don't need to make up for it, I don't need to make up for it."

“…”

Looking at Ning Meng's exaggerated expression, the chef was stunned.

Ning Meng quickly explained: "Sir, you should treat me as well as before. You suddenly treat me better, and I'm a little scared."
Chapter completed!