After Qingqing had eaten and drank enough, she turned to Renda and said, "I'm going to fall asleep, so don't be so mean."
Renda asked doubtfully: "How long will it take?"
Qingqing replied: "Whenever you wake up, it depends on when you wake up."
Renda nodded and asked, "Is it difficult?"
Qingqing looked at her and said: "I used to be a stone, but now I am a tree. As long as my consciousness falls into a deep sleep, it will be fine. I am better than you." Renda nodded.
Qingqing thought for a moment and added again: "What's down there is colder than a thousand years of ice. Don't do it."
Renda smiled and nodded and said, "I am already an adult!"
Qingqing replied: "Well, yes, you are a human, and this is the territory of ghosts." Renda's mouth twitched, so was he being looked down upon by the young lady? Forget it, the young lady was doing it for his own good.
On the other side, the power collected by the source is obviously not affected by any interference, and only Qingqing is uncomfortable. As Qingqing said, as long as she falls into a deep sleep, this discomfort is not a problem at all.
After the physical injury was completely over, Renda saw that the ground below had completely turned into a normal ground, but his sister still didn't wake up. He suddenly became a little worried, but he also knew that if he woke up his sister, this
Guy is quite grumpy.
I touched my chin and thought about it, snapped my fingers, and there it was, cooking: "The rice cook, the rice cook soul, strive to be the true rice cook king." This slogan is not for nothing, this girl really loves to eat, loves to eat.
.As soon as the rice is cooked deliciously, your mouth will water and you will come over to report it. That is a matter of minutes.
Now in the world of cultivation, the ingredients have become better, and the taste of the dishes is naturally more online. Soon, a pot of delicious braised pork has been cooked, with two ingredients next to it, and a plate of sweet and sour short ribs. And
After the fragrant spiritual rice was ready, Renda raised his head again, and a certain sister was already aware that the rice was being cooked.
Renda was very satisfied with this. While picking up vegetables for Qingqing, he said, "Everyone down there, hurry up."
Qingqing said vaguely: "Add some soup!"
Renda pointed to the pot next to him and said, "Where's the seafood porridge?" Then he filled a bowl for Qingqing, who drank happily. Renda frowned: "It's hot!"
Qingqing said: "The outer layer of my skin is hot right now, and it's cold from the inside to the outside. It's so stupid!"
Renda frowned and continued to make some hot drinks to replenish this sister's calories. But Renda knew that this sister couldn't drink. Otherwise, if she drank two bottles of Erguotou, nothing would happen. But for this sister of hers, do the math, do the math.
Well, let’s get some soup for my sister.
Qingqing ate and drank for a long time, including hot pot and barbecue, before she completely returned to her normal state. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "Let's go get revenge with my sister!" Renda silently lit a candle for everyone who appeared.
This time, my sister is completely angry, so no matter who it is down there, it will be in serious trouble.
Qingqing jumped to the next floor to make sure that there would no longer be ultra-low temperatures. After finding the next entrance, she turned her hands into a tree ladder like a slide. As soon as Renda slipped, she had already slipped to Qingqing's side.
She looked down and saw that the ninth floor was the oil pan hell. After reading it, Qingqing said that this was the floor that was most consistent with her cognition. As far as visual inspection could see, it was all oil and bubbling. The problem was
, what the hell is that smell of fried meat coming from?
Observe carefully, uh, okay, the half under their feet is a round oil pan, and some kid is throwing all kinds of meat into it, which is no different from fried skewers. Qingqing wiped her saliva and said: "What do you think of the things below?
Can you eat it?”
Renda covered his face and said seriously: "Sister, I feel like I can't eat it."
Qingqing suddenly became unhappy. She took a branch and tried it. She looked down on him. Then, Qingqing poked a hole in the oil pan, and then there was a sizzling sound. Qingqing
Following the feeling, I determined the entrance to the first floor and directly poked a hole in the next floor again.
The two of them watched as oil began to leak on the ninth floor, and the hot oil quickly flowed to the tenth floor. Qingqing still jumped down first, except that the surrounding area felt a little oily and slippery, but it was nothing.
Qingqing shaved off some of her own hair to make a simple platform, and Renda slid down again. The two of them looked down, well, four words can describe it: a disaster scene.
In this pit, there are many pigs, cattle, sheep, horses, dogs, cats, chickens, ducks, fish and other animals. After all, excluding cats, these are all easy to cook. As a result, they were fried directly. Not to mention, these things absorb oil very much.
Basically, there is not much oil left in the ninth layer.
As for the following things, Qingqing wiped her saliva and asked, "Can this be eaten?"
Renda was silent for a moment. This seemed a bit hard to say. Well, forget it, forget it. He thought about it and said, "I think this should not be edible, right? The key is, are you sure that the following
Animals are fresh living creatures? So I think it is unlikely that they can be eaten."
Qingqing turned her hand into a big branch and swept the disaster scene below. The source also collected some of the remaining luck. Qingqing found the next floor again, opened the door, and then laid a small platform for Renda again, and called this
Guy makes wooden slide down.
Renda complained speechlessly: "Why do I feel like I'm a burden?"
Qingqing said calmly: "Be confident, you are just a burden, okay!" Renda suddenly became a little unhappy. Was he being despised by his sister? He looked down at the stone-pressed hell below, a row of stone troughs, and counted 9 of them.
A stone trough that looks like horse grass.
I don't know what was in the trough. There was a layer on top of these stone troughs that looked like a juice press. What was squeezed out was blood. However, Qingqing directly inserted the tree roots above the stone troughs, and then the original
Work.
After the place was cleaned up, the two of them continued to walk down. This floor looked like a row of bowls for pounding garlic, and the things in the blood were poured out loudly. Green branches poked on the bowls, and they were still moving quickly.
It was completely cleaned up by the source.
At this time, both Qingqing and Renda were quite speechless. What should I say? I always felt that the owner of this place was fooling themselves. Well, it was just that, the picture had a superficial appearance and no essence at all. They felt more and more like the guy inside.
, slightly pitted, and looks like his head is sick.
You say you are a good ghost cultivator, making these flashy things, how boring! The point is, it is really useless, except for scaring children, it has no serious deterrent effect.
If Renda and Guizun knew what she was thinking, they would definitely say: "That's because you are the King of Hell and have eaten it before. Otherwise, this version is already very good, right?" Qingqing naturally ignored this and directly
Find the entrance and go directly to the next level of Blood Pool Hell.