The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth twitched fiercely, God damn kimchi god!

Is there a god of bathing and foot soaking in that place in the northeast?

At this time, a young man wearing a black windbreaker ran over:

"Kawashima-sama, we found the entrance to the Kimchi Altar."

Kawashima Yoshiko nodded slightly:

"Well done."

Then she looked at Lin Xuan: "Gangbansang, shall we go in?"

Lin Xuan: "Okay, let's work on clearing the way ahead!"

Immediately, ten younger brothers opened the way in front, followed by Lin Xuan and Kawashima Yoshiko.

Several people walked into the kimchi altar.

Although the altar is very dilapidated, several stone pillars around it are still standing.

In the middle is a huge statue of the Kimchi God.

Lin Xuan and Kawashima Yoshiko are almost as tall as the kimchi god's knees.

The other ten younger brothers are only as tall as the kimchi god's leg hair.

At this moment, the rich smell of kimchi continues to pour out from the kimchi god, sweeping in all directions.

Lin Xuan pinched his nose: "Where is the entrance?"

A short boy with bandy legs immediately reported:

"Your Excellency Steel Plate!"

"The key to the entrance is to kiss the left thumb of the statue of the God of Pickles."

Lin Xuan was shocked when he heard this.

What the hell?

Kiss your toes?

People from this damn Kimchi Country really know how to play!

Lin Xuan waved his hand: "Come over here."

The bow-legged boy nodded immediately:

"Hi!"

Immediately, he walked to the left foot of the Pickle God with bow-legged steps and knelt down on one knee.

Then he pursed his lips and kissed the thick toe hard.

(*╯3╰)~~~

Kakakka~

The next moment, a hole opened in the ground under the feet of the God of Pickles.

A jar of kimchi rose up, exuding a strong smell of centuries-old phlegm.

At the same time, the stone clock on the crotch of the God of Pickles started counting down.

Sixty seconds.

Fifty-nine seconds.

Fifty seconds seconds...

Yoshiko Kawashima couldn't help but wonder: "Why didn't the door open? What does this stone clock mean?!"

Lin Xuan muttered:

"Obviously, this is a test from the pickle god!"

"Test whether we can eat a bunch of kimchi in sixty seconds."

"If you are from Kimchi country, you can definitely do it."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

Yoshiko Kawashima immediately drank:

"You guys, hurry up and give me some kimchi!"

"There are still fifty seconds left. If you don't finish eating, you will die!"

"Hi!"

After giving the order, Shi Xiaotian immediately picked up the cabbage jar and started pouring it into his mouth.

As Kawashima Yoshiko's subordinates, they deeply understand this woman's viciousness and cruelty.

Why is the intelligence community's casualty rate higher than that of combat troops?

It’s because most of the intelligence agents died tragically under Yoshiko Kawashima’s torture!

Kawashima Yoshiko spent every lonely night by torturing the prisoner or his subordinates.

There are more torture devices in her bedroom than toys!

Gudu Gudu~

The children ate kimchi with big mouthfuls.

These pickles taste better than their feet.

Their faces turned green for a while, then purple... and finally turned black.

Veins popped out on his distorted facial features, his stomach was churning, and he vomited out sour water.

But they have to eat!

Compared to these disgusting pickles, Kawashima Yoshiko scares them more.

Yoshiko Kawashima stared at the crotch of the kimchi god:

"Twenty seconds left!"

"Fifteen seconds."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Ding!

The test time is over.

Finally, before the last second came, ten small days poured a whole jar of kimchi into his stomach.

Kawashima Yoshiko's eyes burst with excitement:

"well!"

Click click click~

A clear loudspeaker sounded from under the feet of the God of Pickles.

Lin Xuan lowered his head and looked, Yoxi!

A secret passageway actually appeared below.

"The entrance appears!"

Yoshiko Kawashima immediately waved her hand: "Let's go in and take a look!"

But at this moment, Ten Xiaotian was lying on the ground, vomiting and vomiting out bile.

Damn, this kimchi is so delicious that I was almost sent away.

Lin Xuan directly took out a gas mask and put it on.

Yoshiko Kawashima kicked a young boy five meters away:

"Go away and spit it out, it stinks like hell!"

"Come on, come down with me."

Ten young people who dared to be angry but dared not speak out followed Lin Xuan and Kawashima Yoshiko into the secret passage.

There was total darkness in the secret passage.

A ball of holy light emerged from Lin Xuan's palm, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The walls around the corridor are chiselled and covered with black things, like densely packed hideous wounds!

Yoshiko Kawashima stared coldly: "It's blood!"

"There are so many blood stains, it already stinks!"

Lin Xuan shined the holy light in his hand towards the wall.
Chapter completed!