Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Paji Gesang smiled slightly, bowed and said, "This is wild yak meat. The meat is firm. I soaked it in a secret sauce overnight to prevent it from becoming dry and still retain its chewy texture."

Upon hearing this, Pajigesang's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He turned to look at Luo Dan in some surprise.

"What kind of meat is this?"

"It's wild yak meat."

Luo Dan smiled and answered again.

Pajigesang was a little confused, "But didn't you say before that this is..."

Luo Dan replied calmly: "The past is the past, and the present is the present. Times have changed, Patriarch."

Paji Gesang looked down at the wild yak leg in his hand. After a moment of stunned silence, an extremely terrifying idea suddenly came into his mind.

"If you can make such delicious food with wild yak legs, then why did you let me keep so many people in captivity?"

Luo Dan's smile deepened.

"If we hadn't done that, how could the four great chieftain families and those fake monks from Sangjia Monastery have caused such public outrage?"

His voice came from far away, like an evil ghost from hell.

"Remember what I told you was the best ingredient? It's the larvae."

"And the more noble a person's status and bloodline, the more delicious their offspring will be."

"Do you still remember how many children you have abducted from your tribe?"

At this moment, Pajigesang felt cold sweat running down his body. From head to toe, his body was trembling with cold.

He didn't want to do that, but for some reason, after eating the delicious food made by Luodan, he became like a possessed person and began to give up everything for the sake of his appetite.

He was not that fat before, but Luo Dan used those foods to make his appetite bigger and bigger. Now, he is like a 300-pound fat pig!

For the sake of delicious food, he even buried his conscience in pursuit of more advanced delicacies.

Pajigsang looked at Luodan suddenly, with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Lodan, are you also a rebel?"

A deep smile appeared on Luo Dan's lips.

"No."

"But our goals are the same. They are just knives on my cooking table."

The wild yak leg in Paji Gesang's hand was suddenly thrown towards Luodan.

A sharp dinner knife fell from Luodan's right sleeve. With one clean and sharp stroke, he split the wild yak leg into two halves.

Pajigsang jumped up like a ball, took out two jewel-encrusted pistols from somewhere, and pulled the trigger at Luodan one after another.

The same dinner knife appeared in Luodan's left hand. There was no expression on his face. Instead, he stood gracefully like a music conductor, while his hands danced at a speed that was impossible to see with the naked eye.

Only the sound of "ding-dong-dong" was heard continuously, and all the bullets approaching him were split apart and then fell to the ground.

The maid in the room had already screamed and ran away in fear, and the number of table knives in Luodan's hands had increased to dozens.

He threw the dinner knife with both hands. There was no blind spot in the huge room, and everything was within his attack range.

The fat Pajigesang suddenly became agile at this time, trying hard to dodge the knife that was shot at his body one after another.

Pajigesang realized that something was wrong and immediately tried to break the window to escape.

But suddenly, he felt his fat body being strangled by something.

"What is this?"

He looked carefully, and with the help of the bright light in the room, he saw that his body had been entangled by circles of extremely fine silver threads.

The end of the silk thread was tied to the tail of the dinner knife. At this time, the dinner knives were stabbed into the walls and beams of the room, and then tied up Paji Gesang tightly!