Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

And calling out to the real me.

Miao Na looked up.

"It's just him who refute your dishes, right? How dare you be so crazy with a few strengths."

Ghosts eat people, how can people eat people.

Where's that street bully from, can anyone take care of it?

This figure is beckoning to Lingyi.

……

and.

Lingyi said casually: "Boss, he said that there is no possibility. It's simply that his cooking is too unpalatable, making it hard for others to swallow?"

That ghost king is obviously playing tricks on us.

With a somewhat gloomy tone.

The culinary nonsense is not over yet.

The corner of my mouth twitched.

Cooking Ghost: ? ? ?

Several players felt that their breathing was stagnant.

Looking at Miao Na who hadn't rushed behind, the cooking ghost's eyes were tearing apart.

The cooking ghost didn't even finish his sentence.

Pay attention to a message very slowly.

There was a layer of mist immediately behind the supernatural eyes.

at this time.

Dirty, messy and poor...

The cooking ghost's expression froze.

It turned out that the identity was discovered, which attracted the attention of the leader of the ghost king.

This vague figure was also very close to me.

A player looked along the line of sight, and suddenly showed fear and pity.

Especially the cooking ghost has already handed them a cold cold noodle, and let out a sinister laugh: "Humans, your cold cold noodles are ready, eat it quickly."

I took a step back, and the vendor who set up the stall took a step forward.

"What does he want?"

boom.

"How do you eat?"

soon.

That was originally a certain news.

however.

In addition, the laneway is already dim, and the visibility is only one meter.

As if at the end of the fog, there is another "I".

It's strange that as soon as I finished, I felt that the man was here to find fault.

Bang bang bang!

Once I use the super-standard Shen Jian outside there, I will be discovered by the members of the Devil's Law Enforcement Team very quickly, and my disguise will be completely useless at that time.

The group of ghosts flinched.

hear that.

He was thrown directly to the ground by the white steel rod.

"Slow down."

We get it.

Lingyi took back the white steel rod, and said with a smirk on his face, "That's it? Just look for it? That's the one that dares to share cooking skills with you?"

It is absolutely possible.

Even if you look at it casually, you will find that the two figures are almost exactly the same, as if they were produced by a mold factory.

Cooking Ghost: ? ? ?

If we dare to be angry in our hearts, we dare to speak out.

Each picked up a piece of bright red and bloody dough, but dared to send it to the mouth no matter what.

down the street.

Miao Na hadn't pulled out a two-meter-long white steel rod yet.

Ling Yi paused.

But this is, after all, the victim as the first perspective.

The cooking ghost raised two large blood-dripping shovels, and his tone became serious: "Do you think the dough is fresh enough? Or is the sauce that is poured on it thick enough? You can't help them redo those, it's just too late." You need to contribute raw materials."

"Ahhh, little brother, you are wrong, and you will be killed if you hit the ghost again."

A player said without lingering fear.

Then, he selectively skipped over Shen Jian, and prepared the other people's grilled cold noodles.

He treats you as poison.

"Brother, you are the first batch of players who retreated into Beicheng District. You were about to go back to the horror tattoo parlor according to the route, and then found that you had triggered the killing pattern of the ghost king."

Not to mention our group of eight-star players, even if seven-star players came, their performance would be so bad.

Before the cooking ghost walked out of the booth, he passed the grilled noodles in front of the players.

A timely voice sounded.

That mediocre peddler is a hidden ghost king-level ghost.

We saw it very vaguely just now, it is not a face, it is obviously not a piece of human skin that has not been shaved clean.

Detour into the alleyway.

Miao Na swung the steel rod again and beat her backwards.

Only the sound of Lingyi beating the innocent street vendor owner remained.

I plan to proceed from the reality and let Lingyi understand that the eight things I mentioned have no effect at all.

The cooking ghost urged me familiarly.

"You agree with what he said, because..."

Pity no player used his own life to try out this layman's trick for us.

Otherwise, a quiet street with many ghosts walking around is definitely the favorite of many players.

For fear that there is no ghost king entrenched here.

Bang bang bang bang!

"Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Surprise flashed in Shen Jian's eyes.

"Give him a chance first, stop immediately, otherwise the wrath of a ghost king..."

"According to the chat interface, these seven-star players have not yet successfully retreated into the horror tattoo parlor, and the rest of them are also on their way, and they have marked the routes that can pass through the bad places, except for you guys who are unlucky, little Some players are fine."

I opened my mouth and spit out a piercing voice like fingernails scratching the ground: "He, should,..."

An antique ghost looked at his booth full of fakes, and was also lost in thought. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Lingyi, and then secretly put away all the fakes. At first, he realized that I couldn't close the stall...

I took a step forward, and the group of ghosts setting up stalls followed suit.

The entrance of the alley is dark and deep, like a huge abyss leading to hell, trying to swallow those who walk into it.

unpalatable?

He looked at the alley on the side of the street.

A look of banter.

This is not here to make trouble.

He just came here to find fault.

Ruthlessly stuffed the ghost king's body into the sack.

My already pervasive grimace became more horrifying at that moment.

Let me know how rude and offensive it is to be small and big behind a ghost king.

The gods are so dirty and reincarnated.

Don't say it's a ghost.

"Ah, he is looking for death, you are the king of ghosts, when you get up, you..."

The tendency to leave without packing.

There was a full look on my face.

The few players who regained their ability to move after Shen Jian's restriction was lifted saw such a brutal scene, so they couldn't help but show a little sympathy and pity for the cooking ghost.

The vague figure spoke.

and.

A vague figure came out from the end of the mist, and that figure was waving at Lingyi.

"It's safe here."

What the hell is the combat ability?

As long as Miao Na says something is wrong, I will give Miao Na a shot on the spot.

I understand why all the ghosts in the haunted house show such terrified expressions.

Why is the chef industry so safe?

Just walked a few steps.

reminded loudly.

Cooking ghost:! ! !

the other side.

Shen Jian sneered and said, "You personally sent it from a chef. Your evaluation of the roasted noodles is - your dog needs to be reincarnated from the dirt to be resurrected after eating his roasted noodles."

Lingyi stopped.

"Hehe, you have already said that you must add cholesterol and other eight-piece sets to grilled hot noodles, so the taste is rich enough."

"Eat slowly."

Immediately, I have to keep it.

But now it's confirmed.

I'm willing to have my plan completely collapsed because of a ghost who came to find fault.

The horror of Shen Jian is spreading rapidly.

We have no way to describe the various methods used by the supernatural to suppress the ghosts.

And before the grimace suddenly.

My whole ghost is tense.

It seems that there is no such thing in front of his booth.