"This journey has been really easy and enjoyable, donor. I was conservative at first."
"You have also seen these weird things, Amitabha. I dare say that the old Heavenly Master and the little Heavenly Master Shuan from your Taoist school may not be able to live to sit in my current position."
"Those zombies just now, if it weren't for my Diamond Sutra body protection, they would be rooted to the ground, tsk tsk..."
Shuogen shook his head and said with a smile.
They have also completed their first mission.
Now he only needs to survive safely for another hour before he can be teleported away.
"Eh? Trash can? Are you still the waiter?"
Outside the door, the lanky ghost figure who ordered Ji Changhe's food came in with a pile of vegetables.
And took out a three-meter-long small ticket from his mouth.
What he ordered was written on it.
"Gudong..."
Seeing the appearance of these dishes, Shuogen's heart, which he had just relaxed, became clenched again.
This can no longer be called a dish.
Rotten flesh covered with maggots, damp and pale tentacles...
There are also rolling eyeballs and beating hearts...
These things that should be placed in the dissection room are now placed on the dinner plate.
Ji Changhe looked at it carefully.
The trash can is still very gentle.
The dishes served are all ordinary rotten meat, without any added yin energy, which can be said to be clean and hygienic.
"Amitabha! Donor, don't worry. We only need to survive for another hour. We didn't say we must eat."
【Please finish your meal】
[Otherwise, you will accept the chef’s wrath]
Before Shuogen finished speaking, the red letter in front of him popped up as promised.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Brother, what do you say?"
"...Amitabha! Donor, this chef should be a little weird. In my heart, I really want to fight with him. After all, there is no need to talk about my strength. I can easily deal with him."
"But fighting with it will definitely affect you. Considering your safety, we'd better choose to have a meal."
Even though I looked around, none of these foods were edible.
Didn't even look at it.
But the chef’s anger is definitely not something he can bear!
And based on his experience in thriller games.
The more of these dishes they had left, the angrier the chef became.
Ji Changhe asked for the entire fucking menu, and he couldn't even imagine how angry he was...
Wait! There’s a fish!
Just when Shuogen was desperate, he keenly caught a big fat crucian carp struggling among the many strange foods!
Although eating live fish is quite perverted, it is still better than others.
And if you are picky about the fish, it is not impossible to eat it for an hour.
After hesitating for a moment, Shuogen did not remind Ji Changhe this time.
He can barely eat this fish by himself.
Ji Changhe just depends on his own luck, after all, he made these things.
After convincing himself, Shuogen also swallowed his saliva.
"I understand, brother, don't worry."
"……What?"
Just as he was about to get up and bring the fish over, Ji Changhe suddenly said, "I understand."
Now I heard the word "reassured" coming out of Ji Changhe's mouth.
Shuogen's heart was beating fast.
And what did he understand!
"...It's not that I just...didn't say anything..."
"Brother, I believe that the tacit understanding between us no longer needs words."
Under Shuogen's confused gaze, Ji Changhe smiled confidently.
“The only fish on the menu is ‘roasted fish sashimi’. The introduction is fresh sashimi made from fish that has been dead for ten years.”
"Brother, you have been looking at that fish just now. You obviously want me to use this to find trouble and bring the chef over."
"Then you can enjoy the chef's wrath while you finish your meal. Double tasks and double happiness."
He analyzed it logically.
Shuogen's head was buzzing and his heart felt cold.
For a moment, I didn’t even know how to refute.
"Brother, there is no need to say anything, I understand you!"
He patted Shuogen.
This chef should be a boss, and he really wants to see the boss's strength.
Fortunately, my eldest brother has the courage.
If this were his master, he would have let him eat the fish and wait for peace of mind to clear the level.
"There's a... trash can inside! Wait a minute, don't leave yet!"
"Come on, tell me what this is?"
Before Shuogen could refute, Ji Changhe patted the table and stopped the slender ghost that was about to leave.
"Are you going to save your life as a fish?"
He pointed at the big fat fish that was about to jump off the table with its tail swung.
"Wait a minute! What are you going to do? Destroy evidence!"
The lanky ghost didn't say anything, he just picked up the big fat fish and slapped it twice, then slapped it in the belly.
I slapped it so hard that I foamed at the mouth and rolled my eyes.
"Donor, what I mean is..."
"No, brother, this involves food safety issues. Brothers, can you bear it? I can't bear it anyway."
"No, no, Amitabha, I..."
"Don't worry, brother, I understand what you mean, I will handle it."
The words "don't worry" made Shuogen's heart tremble like a conditioned reflex.
"Come on, give me this fish and call your chef over. My eldest brother wants to have a fight with your chef for appetizers."
"You're just a trash can, I won't embarrass you."
Ji Changhe took the evidence piece, Big Fat Fish, which was foaming at the mouth.
"Brother, you can't die yet."
He kindly helped the big fat fish clean up the foam from his mouth by slapping it twice.
Then he threw the paper he had just wiped his hands into the lanky ghost's mouth.
"So is it really a trash can?"
"If the little heavenly master didn't say anything, the elder brother wouldn't know what he was thinking."
“I don’t quite agree that the President of the United States is not a little heavenly master.”
""Three Scores""
"Brother: I've already figured it all out for you, right?"
"Big Fat Fish: Let me die, thank you"
"Who the hell is my chef..."
The lanky ghost did not go out.
He stained the blood on the dinner plate and began to draw a magic circle on the ground.
"Amitabha! What the hell..."
"Donor, although I am powerful, you can't do it! Don't let it draw you now, I'm afraid it will hurt you!"
Shuogen said with a trembling voice.
He was just talking...
Just looking at the strange symbols of the magic circle on the ground, he began to feel dizzy in his mind.
Hallucinations seemed to begin to appear before his eyes.
The food on the table seemed to come alive and looked at him with a sinister smile.
The rustling sounds in the darkness made his scalp tingle.
The big fat fish with foaming mouth was struggling constantly, and the pale fish eyes were flashing with a strange light, as if it was constantly saying something to him...
"Amitabha! Amitabha!"
After chanting the Buddha's name many times, he shuddered and recovered.
The slender ghost in front of me has completed its summoning formation.
Ancient spells came out of his mouth.
Weird dances were also made by him.
The air in the entire private room seemed to solidify.
Gusts of wind blow up for no apparent reason.
The crows flew freely in the garden.
Painful wails came from all directions.
When the spell in the mouth of the lanky ghost reached its climax, when Shuogen's expression reached its most desperate, the big crucian carp in Ji Changhe's hand came back to light again.
A plume of purple smoke burst out from the magic circle.
The smoke cleared.
Nothing happened.
"call!"
After waiting for five minutes to make sure that nothing that could destroy the world was transmitted, Shuogen breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the chef is not at work today.
"Hahahaha, the magic circle doesn't work! Amitabha! Amitabha!"
"Donor, do you know why nothing is transmitted?"
"Because I am here, they are afraid and dare not come."
Shuogen put his face to the C position of the camera, hugged Ji Changhe and said without humility.
"Amitabha, that's all, let it live."
"It's a pity, it's a pity, I'm ready for a battle with your chef."
"What a pity! What a pity!"
He said with pity.
"Really, brother?"
"Of course it's true. I really want to have a battle with this chef."
"Okay, now that you've said this, big brother, I can rest assured."
Ji Changhe cleared his throat and said, "Come on, trash can, you made a mistake in writing a symbol."
"ah?"
"ah?"
The expressions on Shuogen's and Slender Ghost's faces froze at the same time.
"I don't recognize most of the forty or fifty symbols in your array, nor have I seen them before, but there is one from our Taoist family that I happen to know, and you happened to draw it wrong."
"This symbol was used on the talisman paper we used to invite the gods, but you drew it upside down."
"Although I don't understand the operating principle of your formation at all, let's try changing this symbol."
Under Shuogen's shocked eyes.
Ji Changhe, stained with blood, carefully walked to the middle of the formation and helped change the symbol. This chapter has been completed!