You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 60: Cooking Pot

Xiao Changcheng stared at Manager Liu through the mist coming out of the pot.

In Xiao Changcheng's opinion, Manager Liu's mental state seemed to be much better than that of other townspeople. He seemed to still retain his sanity and was not a hungry ghost who was actually dead and was dragging his body around.

"Manager Liu, why are you doing this?"

Xiao Changcheng's face was gloomy. He simply pointed the knife at Manager Liu and shouted.

"Xiao Xiao? What are you talking about? What's wrong with me?" Shopkeeper Liu saw Xiao Changcheng pointing a knife at him, his face full of confusion: "The villagers are hungry, I want to feed them, but I really can't find any ingredients. I've been worried about this for a long time."

At this point, an embarrassed yet slightly proud smile suddenly appeared on his face:
"Later, I went to the streets and saw fellow villagers. I realized that this food is everywhere. So why are people still hungry?"

Xiao Changcheng felt very sorry and pointed at the group of villagers:
"You call living people food?!"

"Why not?" Shopkeeper Liu said with a smile, "Xiao Xiao, you should have seen it more clearly than me after going out. Our Changshan Town is relatively good. The food is richer than other villages and towns, and it can last longer. If you talk about other places, wouldn't they have started eating rice and meat a long time ago?"

He shook his head again and sighed:
“I was stupid before, too. I had heard about rice and meat, but I resisted. Later, I came to my senses and used this pot to dig up nearby graves. I found those that had just been buried and fed them to the townspeople. But the rice and meat I had was not enough.

"I found my wife and daughter again. They were also willing to save the townspeople, so they jumped into the pot and turned into a bowl of thick soup, which fed the people in the east of the town.

"But I had no food, so I wanted to jump in, but I found that if I got in, there would be no one to cook. I didn't expect the villagers to understand me and cut their own meat and put it in the pot. Now everyone can eat their fill. How beautiful!"

Xiao Changcheng's expression changed one after another, and finally he said with a gloomy face:

"Manager Liu, you are suffering from hysteria."

Xiao Changcheng realized that Manager Liu really wanted to save the townspeople, but he had no ability or skill, and couldn't even save himself.

Shopkeeper Liu thought about it for a long time, and finally he got so obsessed that he became hysterical and crazy due to hunger.

He truly believed that he had done nothing wrong.

I just feel like I'm saving the world!

"It's better than starving." Shopkeeper Liu said, taking a broken bowl with a chip on it from the shelf next to him, then scooped a bowl of soup from the big pot with an iron spoon and poured it into the broken bowl.

The soup was turbid, with oil floating on the top. When the wind blew, what Xiao Changcheng smelled was not the aroma of meat, but the stench of rotten meat.

"Xiao Xiao, you've worked hard outside for so long, and now you're finally back. Shopkeeper Liu really doesn't have anything to treat you, so I'll just treat you to a bowl of this magical soup.

"A bowl of soup is like being a living god! Xiao Xiao, please don't let me down!"

Shopkeeper Liu's smile was peaceful and sincere.

The street was extremely quiet, no one spoke, and neither side said a word.

Xiao Changcheng was holding a knife in his hand and Manager Liu was holding a bowl in his hand. The atmosphere was tense.

"Xiao Xiao, I don't understand why you don't want to drink the magic soup? It's already so bitter, why don't you even want to have a full meal?"

Shopkeeper Liu asked, his tone full of genuine doubt, and he couldn't understand why Xiao Changcheng was unwilling to accept his kindness.

Xiao Changcheng also raised the bowl of rice that Zuo Chen had just given him.

"Manager Liu, I have already gone out to find some rice. Come down now and get out of the way. I will forgive you for what happened. After all, you are doing this for the people of Changshan Town."

Manager Liu's rice fell on the bowl of rice in Xiao Changcheng's hand.

It seemed that he had not glanced over there just now, and only now did he see that Xiao Changcheng still had this thing in his hand.

After staring for a long time, he murmured to himself:
"Your bowl is not enough... I used to have many bowls, much more than this... but they were all eaten by the townspeople... Your bowl is not enough..."

As he spoke, Manager Liu suddenly reached out and pressed his head, as if he had a migraine.

"It's more than that." Xiao Changcheng shook his head: "The Taoist has rice, which can feed us, and there is a village outside. The land is no longer barren and can grow food! Xuzhou will not be short of food sooner or later, and there is no need to make these rice and meat anymore." Xiao Changcheng's words reached the ears of Manager Liu, and he began to grab his hair violently, his eyes trembling violently.

Look at that look, it seems like he has a splitting headache!
"Yes... rice is enough to live... No, no, I didn't see any rice... Yes, yes, I did the right thing, I did the right thing!"

He muttered to himself, clenched his fists, and banged his head hard while pulling his hair down.

At this point, Xiao Changcheng was a little confused.

what happened?

I just persuaded him to come down, why did Manager Liu suddenly become so unstable?

He hit the flesh several more times, and even broke the scalp with just his fist, causing blood to flow. Manager Liu suddenly raised his head, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes:

"No! No! He's just a stinky Taoist priest! How can he save Xuzhou? I am right!"
"Xiao Changcheng, if you don't want to drink my magic soup, then you don't recognize what I have done! I have sacrificed so much for the world. I have lost my house, my money, and my family. You are such a fool, what can you do to reject me?

"I'm going to stew you today! Let's see how much your meat is worth!"

With a loud shout, Manager Liu lifted up the soup pot and poured out the whole bowl of soup without caring about the townspeople sitting in front of him.

The hot soup turned into hot steam in the air in the blink of an eye, covering the room like thick fog.

Mixed in with the heat were the howling sounds of ghosts and wolves, which were sharp, harsh and unpleasant to the ear.

Xiao Changcheng was shocked and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he heard Zuo Chen's voice from behind.

"Blow towards the rice."

Then he calmed down, and without thinking twice, Xiao Changcheng held the bowl of rice and started blowing into it in big gulps.

One blow was not enough, so he blew two or three more times.

As he blew hard, gusts of breeze blew all around, carrying the fragrance of rice forward.

The two air currents collided with each other, and the thick fog with the stench of corpse lasted less than half a breath before it was immediately blown away.

The airflow of rice fragrance swept over the kneeling residents, and in just a blink of an eye, they all fell to the ground, as if they were sleeping soundly, with smiles on their faces.

The thick fog that was blown back also rushed straight towards Manager Liu's face. Manager Liu opened his eyes wide, and was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the face.

When the smoke cleared, he was standing there in a mess.

His clothes were torn, his hair was gone, there was not a single piece of healthy skin on his body, and even half of his facial bones were exposed. He looked like a harming ghost.

But he still stared at Xiao Changcheng and laughed:

"I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong! You're the one who's wrong!"

The whole person leaped up suddenly and dived into the pot.

With this leap, Shopkeeper Liu suddenly disappeared and turned into a pot of thick soup, emitting a foul odor.

Bubbles were bubbling up in the soup pot, as if a pair of blood-red hands were reaching out from it, reaching out!
This blood-red pot that was burned by fire suddenly seemed to have wisdom at this moment.

Zuo Chen, who had been watching from the side, noticed something strange about the pot and estimated that Xiao Changcheng would not be able to break it.

Just as he was thinking about when to make his move, he suddenly exclaimed "Huh".

He looked up, toward the edge of town.

Is there anyone performing a ritual?
Just from the perception... there is actually such a subtle shadow of Qi refining?
(End of this chapter)