Come on, "Bring me the meat that is roasting now!"

2 minutes later. .

The maid entered the hall with a plate of meat skewers. The meat skewers exuded a fragrance that the ghosts had never felt before. All the ghosts' eyes fell on the plate of meat.

But no one dared to act before the ghost king.

The King of Ghosts tentatively took an iron stick, and was very new to this special method of grilling meat.

Stuffing the meat skewers into his mouth, and eating a bunch quickly, he stared wide-eyed and accused the maid: "He said it wasn't the monk's meat! It's so delicious, what else can it be if it's not the meat of immortality!"

The maid fell to her knees with a plop, and tremblingly said to the ghost king, "Master Ghost King, although this is not the monk's flesh, it is related to the monk."

"This is... the mutton he cooked and roasted himself!"

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