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Chapter 714 No.30 A Mission: The Taoist Goes Down the Mountain (45)

The kitchen on the first floor is located outside the hall to the left. It is an independent small building. The small building is divided into three floors. The first floor is where the chefs cook, and the second floor is full of human corpses. They were placed in various areas like ingredients, some were placed in water, some were hung up, and some were already rotten and maggots, and before they walked in, they could smell a strong rotten smell.The third floor is better, there are only some knives, but whether it is the blood on the wall or the blood stains in the darkroom, it shows that the third floor is not a simple place.

However, this small building was under an illusion. Ordinary people saw that those corpses were just various ingredients, and this smell, under the blessing of the illusion, turned into a strong smell of seafood.

"These demons..."

Even though Feng Buyu has been to many worlds, this is the first time Feng Buyu has encountered such a thing of using human corpses as ingredients. This scene has brought a great shock to her. After calming down on the spot, he walked in slowly.

To enter the kitchen, one must first walk through a long and narrow passage. The floor of this passage is black and white. Some of the floors hide energy, while others are just an ordinary floor. That is to say, this passage has a mechanism. Yes, Feng Buyu raised his eyebrows, penetrated the floor with his spiritual sense, and saw a huge cage, and there was a kerosene lamp outside the cage, illuminating the pitch-black cage dimly, while the rest of the cage was dark. Nothing special.

This is specially made for those who wander around.

Feng Buyu snorted coldly, then flew over slowly, and soon a very shrill sound came from the other end of the passage, this sound was like an animal being choked by the throat and making a sound when it was on the verge of death. The screams were both desperate and desolate, hoarse and difficult, and made people feel uncomfortable all over.

Feng Buyu's scalp was a little numb. She rubbed her ears and used her spiritual power to isolate the screams, and soon arrived in the kitchen.

Just like the scene seen in the spiritual consciousness, Qingchen Qingfei and other four people are holding paintbrushes to paint for the eight chefs in the kitchen. With each stroke, the souls of the eight chefs are torn an inch into the painting, Their originally numb faces were full of pain at the moment, as if they had suffered a great torture, their faces were red, their ears were bared, their teeth were grinning, and their screams were very miserable.

However, Qingchen and others were unmoved and continued to paint. They painted neither fast nor slow, and even had time to chat, completely turning a blind eye to the chef's screams.

"These eight idiots can make even the lowest level of illusions go wrong. Now it's a waste of time to put their souls into paintings."

Qing Fei painted impatiently, and when he got closer, he could see that every stroke contained magic power.

Qingchen's expression didn't change at all: "Okay, don't complain so much, it's just idle time anyway."

"Who says you're idle? Aren't there so many women up there?" Qing Fei took a deep breath, with a salivating look on his face: "If I can win a woman's heart and make her fall in love with me, I'd be willing to give my soul to I... hiss... what a beautiful thing that is."

"Do you think it's possible?" The man whose brand name is Qingning glanced at Qing Fei lightly, his slender phoenix eyes provoked a sarcastic arc: "It's only a short month, you want to make this group of stupid humans love you!" Come on, I advise you to go back and raise your pillow to sleep now."

"What are you talking about?" Qing Fei became angry all of a sudden, his dark eyes were ablaze with raging anger, he threw the brush in his hand on the painting heavily, and with a bang, one of the two chefs standing in front of him It exploded instantly, and the painting also spontaneously ignited.

Qing Chen and the others suddenly changed their expressions, picked up the painting and moved it to the side, and Qing Fei was also dumbfounded. He was in a hurry to rescue the painting, but because he was too flustered, he not only failed to rescue the painting, but also Let another painting fall into the fire.

Another bang.

The moment the painting fell into the fire, another chef in front of him also exploded.

"It's over, it's over!" Qing Fei's face turned pale in an instant, flames were burning in his eyes, his expression was extremely depressed, and his face was also very pale: "How could this be, how could this be...my painting, my painting ..."

"Get ready for punishment."

After such a thing happened, Qingchen didn't have the mood to paint again. He rolled up the drawing paper carefully, then waved away the chef in front of him, and his eyes fell on Qingfei's face.

"It's all you."

Only then did Qing Fei come back to his senses and looked at Qing Ning angrily: "It's all because of you that my painting was destroyed, you bastard!"

As he said that, Qing Fei activated his magic power and attacked Qing Ning. Qing Ning's face remained unchanged, and he put up a black defensive shield in front of him with a few snaps of his fingers: "I'm just telling the truth, you are too stupid to blame yourself. Who got it?"

"You still dare to call me stupid! Do you think you're smart?" Qing Fei became more angry, his hands kept moving, but Qing Yue who was closest to him held his hand.

"All right."

Qingyue frowned slightly, and looked at Qingfei worriedly: "You have already made a mistake now, you can't make any more mistakes, you should hurry up and make amends to Lord Nine, otherwise..."

Hearing this, Qing Fei woke up instantly, his face was pale, and he murmured: "That's right, that's right, I have to make amends to Lord Nine immediately."

After finishing speaking, he didn't have time to thank Qingyue, so he turned around and left.

When Qing Ning saw this, a look of regret flashed across his handsome face: "It's such a pity."

Qing Yue gave Qing Ning an unfriendly look: "The 12 of us are one, Qing Fei is out of luck, and you can't please him."

"That's not necessarily true. There are so many people here this time, no matter what, we can find someone who can replace Qing Fei." Qing Ning smiled lazily: "A stupid person like him is really not worthy of working with me. .”

"Do you think you're smart?"

"At least I'm smarter than him."

Qingyue and Qingning had an internal quarrel, Qingchen was watching from the side, and Feng Buyu followed Qingfei, wanting to see what kind of person the nine masters they were talking about were.

More importantly, she wants to know why these people without the soul of the sky can move freely.

Qingfei went directly to the fifth floor from the elevator next to him.

As imagined, the fifth floor is a very dull place. Most of the decorations are black, white and gray. Once you get out of the elevator, you can see a long corridor. The corridor is dark and dim, as if it has not seen light all year round.

The ground is covered with a red carpet, the air exudes a faint fragrance of roses, the ceiling is black, and the pale light bulbs cannot illuminate the entire corridor, but you can faintly see that there are several black vortexes in the corridor.

"what's this?"

Feng Buyu widened his eyes slightly, at this moment, Qing Fei had already walked in front of one of the vortexes, and said to that vortex: "The little one wants to see Lord Nine, please, please trouble Master Jin to let the little one go in."

The black vortex soon began to move, and after a while, the vortex gradually grew larger and stopped until it could accommodate a person. A man dressed in black came out of the vortex. His complexion was snow-white, eyes It's green, lips blood red: "What did you do wrong?"

His expression was very cold. Feng Buyu raised his eyes and looked at the top of his head, and saw two standard fonts written on the small nameplate - Jin Yun.

(End of this chapter)