When Meng Po almost filled the entire container, Qianlong's body had completely shriveled, no longer the hideous appearance he had just turned out to be, but the paleness after death. Even some black smoke that had already floated in the air disappeared, leaving only a bit of messy tables and chairs, and skinny corpses.

Lao Qi sighed heavily, not knowing whether he had put down the burden or carried a heavier responsibility. Now, he was the only one left, and the wives and children of those brothers had to rely on him to support them, and he still had a long way to go.

Looking at the other three people in the room, Ku Ding, Meng Po, Ning Meng, Lao Qi had a little dazed in his eyes. Lao Qi only knew Ku Ding's name now, and the other two should belong to Ku Ding's subordinates. Not to mention Ning Meng who stood at the door and refused to come in, Ku Ding and Meng Po's first look alone made people feel frustrated. The dragon and phoenix on earth are probably just like this.

Be glad.

At this moment, this thought flashed through Lao Qi's mind. Perhaps Ku Ding is a better big tree, a big tree that can keep himself alive and cool off and ride on the shade.

For some reason, Lao Qi looked at the big tree in the yard through the window, and the shadows swayed in vaguely, covering the bright moon.

"The body is left with me all night, come here at noon tomorrow to get it back, and be buried with you very much."

The Butcher looked at Qianlong's shriveled body and said to Lao Qi. His clothes were still open on his chest, which were scratched by Qianlong's corpse. It was originally a bit scarred, but it was already intact at this time.

Lao Qi didn't care about these details. His mind was very confused now. Seeing that the Butcher Ding said this, he didn't think much about it and nodded and asked.

"Then I'll go back first?"

"Well, I'll prepare for it these days, choose a day to go to the tomb of Sun Shopping Yu. Since you have signed the contract, you will naturally have to do what you promised you. Go."

Lao Qi nodded, looked at the body of his brother, and walked out under Ning Meng's guidance. Using the light and looking at his back, he was also very lonely.

Until Ning Meng sent someone away and came back, she saw that the chef Ding was already holding a kitchen knife and gaiting something at Qianlong's body. Meng Po next to her was holding the large jar of containers to explain to the chef Ding.

"The black glutton is not an ordinary gu, it does not grow by mixing and devouring each other. It needs to be nurtured with essence and blood in the extreme yin land, and is constructed by clans. It is similar to ants or bees. There are millions of ants, but there should be two adults, one male and one female. If you say it has become a linear shape, then it has been raised for at least a hundred years. Even if you beat it to death, its worm corpse is a rare yin source tonic."

The Butu Ding nodded repeatedly when Meng Po said that, and he looked very greedy.

"Well, so, a worm corpse can catch up with wild ginseng for hundreds of years. I saw that the worm was in the throat. If the punch hits it, the worm will definitely die near the throat. However, it is difficult to deal with the neck. I promised Lao Qi to leave the whole corpse... Forget it, after I dig it out, you can repair it at that time and don't reveal any traces."

Ning Meng was a little drooling when she heard the two of them saying this, but seeing such a big jar of insects in Meng Po’s hand, there were still millions of insects. When she saw that the jar of black water was still irritated from time to time, her scalp was numb. After thinking about it, she still stepped aside. He was still a little disgusted with the insects.

However, Ku Ding was not picky about food. Not only did he want to catch the two adult insects, he had already agreed with Meng Po that he would also have to divide the black liquid into half to make fried noodles. Of course, it was not noodles for noodles, but flour noodles.

Normal fried noodles are made of hot oil to fry the raw flour into golden color. It is delicious when mixed with sugar or mixed with water to make a paste. A bowl of fried dough sticks in the morning is much more nutritious than fried dough sticks. This kind of black gourmet insect is definitely more delicate than flour and has a better grasp of the heat. It removes the fishy smell in it. It is not only delicious, but also very nourishing, and is an absolute yin-nourishing snack.

As for why half of it is left, of course it is to breed it.

"The black glutton is already gone elsewhere. There should be only some old tombs. Perhaps there may be some Kong family in southern Xinjiang. We are also lucky."

Meng Po said, although the two adults died, most of the ones in the jar were actually dead, as long as these insects were well raised, one adult could be cultivated in about a few years. With adults, everything would be easy to say.

Ku Ding was more interested in the two adults. If they were really a century-old adult, they could not swallow them in one bite. They had to think of a way to completely squeeze out their delicious food.

With the kitchen knife pressed, Ku Ding cut open Qianlong's neck vertically. He was not like other chefs. He had a bunch of knives and a pair of bones and peeling. He just used a kitchen knife for civil and military solving all problems.

The neck should be one of the most complex areas of the human head. The cartilage tissue, muscles and various small skeletons were already gathered together. At this time, Qianlong's already shriveled skin and bones almost lost the moisture in his body. It would be very difficult to find two silk-like insect corpses.

The white hands flew up and down, and the kitchen knife in his hand was somewhat magical. He used the shriveled flesh and flesh to be pushed away layer by layer. He didn't need to avoid blood vessels or the like. After all, there was no blood anymore and the bones were soon seen.

Finally, Ku Ding found two black silks close to the throat behind the Adam's apple and stripped them down perfectly.

Both black silks are exactly nine inches long, one of which is twice as thick as the other. Although this comparison seems meaningless, no matter how thick it is, it is just a wash of the roots. But Meng Po said that the thicker ones are female insects, so naturally they are more nutritious.

Carefully put away the two "head silks" and prepare to find the ingredients before cooking these two good things.

The following is to restore Qianlong's neck, which had been "disassembled", depends on Meng Po's method. She took a small brown bottle and opened it and looked transparent and nothing was visible to her, but there were some small bugs inside, which were just completely transparent and were invisible to ordinary people.

The next one is not what the chef Ding wants to care about. He is now going to make fried noodles, and the ingredients are always better when they need to be fresh.

This time, Ku Ding did not use meat oil, but took a small jar from the basement below the black shop. The jar was pitch black and sealed tightly. There were some patterns on the jar that were not very clear, and there seemed to be something good inside.

Ning Meng was originally not interested in using insects for snacks, but after seeing the pot, he was a little hesitant.

"Ah...sir, are you sure you want to use this? Isn't it a waste?"

"Anyway, it's been so long, this mermaid oil is very good to remove the fishy smell."
Chapter completed!