Dimensional Eroders

v1 Chapter 895: Demon Banquet, Blind Box Forum

Inside the house, Sharf instantly killed three Uchihas. Two of them died with unsatisfactory eyes and fell into a pool of blood. The last one, dripping with blood, was pinched by Bai Lang's broken neck with one hand, and hung in the air.

At the moment when his own Uchiha pendulum died, Bai Lang's hand holding it trembled slightly. His DNA moved!

That's an exaggeration. Scientifically speaking, at the moment of the pendulum's death, the template imposed on him by Food Paradise] began to work, and spontaneously gave a prompt message: The ingredients have been purchased]

At the same time, a lot of information poured into my mind, including the properties, quality, decomposition method, cooking method, suitable ingredients of the ingredients...etc.

This information was not created out of thin air, it was instilled in him by Food Paradise. It is based on the knowledge reserve, life experience, and past experiences in his mind, and the ideas within the scope of his own ability that the paradise can immediately feedback.

For example, digging out the "Sinking Devil's Cooking" segment that is dusty in memory, as if it happened just 10 seconds ago, very familiar; or based on the existing knowledge reserve, intelligently deduce the most "correct" cooking method.

These best results that should have been tried many times before, now, under the blessing of extremely active 'inspiration', I thought of it instantly, and I felt like I could do it 100%.

In the adobe room, Bailang comprehended these "thoughts, ideas, and inspirations" silently without saying a word, and finally he frowned, marveling at the changes in himself.

He roughly understands what is the reason for this 'sub-professional trial'?

My current state is similar to that of Xiao Fufu's "spiritual blessing" for the first ninja mission when I was promoted to the second level.

In that mission, Sharf caught up with the 'Familiar' to upgrade, and the cemetery directly gave her a full-level 'Emotional Quotient + IQ', and through the way of boosting her growth, let the original 'mentally retarded woman' experience the future 'wisdom woman' in advance ', so as to complete the three views of this artificial little mentally retarded.

In the same way, Bailang, a layman who has never hung out in the 'dining hall' and only inherited a 'gourmet inheritance', wants to obtain the sub-professional template of the contractor of the gastronomy department].

How can this kind of achievement that can only be achieved by the "canteen staff" work hard for several rounds of tasks and hone their extraordinary cooking skills in just one task? After all, he is not a one-in-a-million kitchen wizard.

Therefore, it can only be achieved by being endowed with the same 'spiritual blessing' and becoming a 'one-time culinary genius' who lasts for one task.

Canteen】Will not overindoctrinate unknown high-level knowledge, but allow him to become 100% supernormal within the scope of his ability, accumulate a lot of food experience, and construct a sub-professional system].

Every time he comes into contact with an ingredient, his thinking will be active and inspiration will explode, and infinite ideas will emerge. Using the analogy of making a big problem, after reading the stem of the problem, I started to think about it, and came up with several ideas for solving the problem.

Even if this kind of 'spirituality' only lasts for one mission, it can play a role in boosting the growth of seedlings and quickly catch up with ordinary 'canteen employees'. After the task was over, Zhongyong was instantly hurt, and everyone was wiped out, and he has been living on his laurels ever since.

creak.

The door of the room was opened, and on Bailang's shoulders sat the 'fish-holding maiden' Sharf, holding a few half-human-sized 'red-skinned monsters' in both hands, and walked out facing a crowd of demons and ghosts.

Tick, tick...

The highly spiritual blood dripped from the wound, and when it was blown by the dark wind, the fragrance drifted for several meters, causing them to salivate and **** the air with great enjoyment.

"Guji.", "Gulu."

The sound of swallowing saliva came one after another, and those who did not have the ability to swallow saliva also stared straight at the three Uchiha corpses, talking a lot.

This is a new breed that has never appeared before. They could feel that the strength of the three 'corpses' was stronger than most of them, and they were absolutely rare treasures.

The hanged ghost stepped forward and said with satisfaction: "This is what you call a generous gift? It's so wonderful, why don't you present it quickly."

Bai Lang raised Uchiha with his right hand: "This is my door-worship gift, for the owner of this place." Then he raised the two in his left hand, "This is for business, trading skills that humans can practice. "

The hanged ghost didn't want to, and suddenly became gloomy. Seeing that Bailang's old background was exposed, he faintly had the idea of ​​killing people and stealing goods, but there were too many spectators around...

Just when it was about to find an excuse, the wind suddenly blew aside, and a voice rang in its ears, and it was unwilling to give up: "Okay, you passed the review, and the previous conflict is counted as you. This is a token, and now you are also considered a ghost market!" Guest, catch up with the great opportunity. My master is here to invite you, come with me."

From the clothes on the lower body of the hanged ghost, a cloth belt flew out, wrapped around the Uchiha, dragged it and disappeared. Then the hanged ghost turned around to lead the way, and Bailang picked up one of the fallen demons in each of his hands again, and followed behind it with an 'uneasy, expecting' look.

At this time, the parade had already left, and the center of the village was bustling with activity. Carrying the trade items, he passed through the earthen platform where the carnival was being performed in the middle of the village, and crossed the bustling and noisy market.

With the help of Sharf, he saw a series of grotesque scenes, monster vendors hawking non-stop, a large iron pot with human heads floating, a pig demon holding a boning knife to decompose and sell the other hanging on an iron hook The pig demon, the old goat who cut open his stomach to sell fresh haggis, the eyeballs strung together in a string of rock candy, the rouge gouache with strange materials, the slap man struggling to climb in the oiled iron poke...

In the end, he was taken to the back of the ghost city, in a dark courtyard full of ghosts.

A large group of evil spirits, monsters, and skeletons huddled together, standing in the courtyard, trying to squeeze in, eager to get close to the big house, stretching their necks to look inside, but they did not dare to go beyond the protruding part of the house. stone steps.

After the hanged ghost entered the door, these ghosts pushed and shoved to get out of the way, staring at Bailang enviously, unwillingly, and jealously, watching him go through the 'crowd' and go in.

The hall inside the house is spacious, lit with thick white candles, brightly lit. In the innermost place stands a burnt headless Buddha statue. There is a big tripod in the center of the house, and a copper basin with charcoal fire placed below it.

On both sides of the cauldron, there are individual small coffee tables, on which sit nine monsters. There is a Taoist priest with a sheep's head and a green shirt, a human monk with a skeleton hanging around his neck, a skeleton who pours himself a drink... a green-faced evil spirit with fangs, and a hairy-faced female nun with a thunderous mouth.

Each one gave him a faint threat, hovering around the second level, some strong and some weak. After entering the room, the two hanged ghosts floated to a position near the door and sat together at a table.

In addition to the two rows of monsters with the highest status in the hall, there were more than 20 people standing in the corner, all of them were lost in their minds, standing upright like wooden stakes, with confused eyes, men, women, old and young from all walks of life.

The big bronze cauldron that had been ignited and preheated at a high temperature was obviously prepared for them.

Before Bailang's arrival, these demons were pretending to be elegant, toasting to each other, eating strange food on the plate, talking loudly and having a great time, under the watchful eyes of a kind of little demons outside the door.

Some outside monsters scratched their heads, and some were fascinated by what they heard. After Bailang arrived, they put down their wine glasses one after another, and looked at the Uchihas he was carrying.

Bailang stood in the center, not embarrassed, and cupped his hands in all directions. The hanged ghost also began to narrate, and soon, the sheep-headed Taoist said: "I have a kind of Qi refining technique here, called "Taibaijin Refining Qi Technique", and the matching 'secret medicine'. willing?"

Then, another skeleton raised its head, and translucent flesh and blood vessels grew little by little, and was finally covered by a female mask: "I also have a "San Yin Tong You Jue", which can be practiced by humans and ghosts, only one is replaced. "

The obese monk knocked on the table: "Your black art lacks a 'prescription'. Do you want to make him a medicine man? Why don't you practice Huanxi Zen with the monk and me, and you can participate in the Great Dao of Bliss."

Soon, the group of monsters became a quarrel, throwing out one exercise after another that didn't sound like much sincerity. Bai Lang caught a piece of information from it, the exercises seem to be closely related to the matching prescriptions, and it is extremely dangerous to practice without corresponding prescriptions.

"How do you choose?" After arguing for a while, several monsters finally looked at Bailang and asked persuasively.

Lang looked at the goat-head Taoist priest who was closest: "I will exchange with this senior."

"good."

The goat's head stroked the goatee in satisfaction, then stretched out a sharp nail, lifted the priest's robe, exposing the chest covered with white hair, cut the abdomen from bottom to top with the nail, and stretched out his gloves.

Soon, he took out a thin **** booklet, tore off a layer of skin, put it in the booklet, and threw it towards the white waves. It fell to the ground with a slap, spattering a flower of blood.

Then, the sheep's head proudly looked at the others: "Here, they are mine now. Kid, where did you come from? Is there a corresponding refining formula? How toxic is it, what is the pharmacology, which organs are the most special and precious?"

Bailang guessed briefly, and roughly guessed the other party's thoughts: "This monster comes from the Dragon King I worshiped. It has two natures of water and fire. The eyes, bones, and meridians are the most precious and poisonous. I don't know how to make medicine, but I have a prescription for nourishing food. "

"Food is good, you cook one, let everyone taste it. Let's warm up the meeting tonight, don't say that I'm 'Qingyang Jun' stingy." Then, it pointed to the many onlookers outside the door: "Use it out Don't hide your skills, grab what you lack, they don't dare to resist."

Hearing this, many ghosts outside the door shivered and retreated one after another, only to be shoved back by the crowd from behind, with extremely ugly faces.

Bailang was also dazed, and looked along the goat's fingers, the anxious demon began to tremble, but he didn't dare to leave. Can't help wondering: "Aren't they the servants of the senior?"

"Isn't the subordinates used to refine medicine? Otherwise, why raise so many? Don't you need money for blood and food? If you need any medicinal materials, seasonings, or tools, just ask."

Bailang was stunned, and suddenly realized. Aren't the Four Heavenly Kings also ingredients? Then other monsters can naturally be ingredients. Thinking of the lively scene along the way, the demon mountain and the demon sea, the strength is obviously not very good, but the number is unusually large, and I always feel that something is wrong.

Now he understands that the 'demons and ghosts' in this world are specially bred in large numbers, just like chickens in a farm, the number per unit area exceeds that of wild ones in nature.

Refining medicine refining medicine, cooking cooking. The system of this world seems to overlap with the mission ~lightnovelpub.net~ released by the paradise.

While Bailang was thinking, a group of 'maids' brought out commonly used medicinal materials one after another, but they were completely unknown. Pocket legs grow out, eyeballs kicking in the air; a green medicinal plant with a human face on the leaves...

When Bailang instructed the maid to add water to the cauldron and called someone to fetch the chopping board, the several big demons talked again. Ignoring the busy Bailang, they exchanged their experience in refining medicine and their cultivation experience in a way of discussing metaphysics.

The little monsters from the outside world gathered in a bunch, and listened in on the sporadic practice experience mixed in the business bragging of the big prostitutes. This is the core of tonight's demon conference. The few ghosts in front of us who have come into contact with the "refining Qi and transforming gods" will discuss the Dao on the spot every year.

How true or false? unknown. Will it mislead others and make the little demons go crazy and blow themselves up on the spot? There is no way of knowing.

It's just that this is the only way for the group of miscellaneous fish in front of them to get in touch with a higher realm of practice, so they can't help being not serious. As for the price paid, every 'waist card' that can enter the courtyard will cost a lot of money to buy.

In addition, every year the big demon preaches, there is a live performance link, that is, according to their respective fields of expertise, lucky audiences are randomly selected on the spot to walk in the cauldron and refine it into a 'big medicine' for display.

This batch of lucky ones are also 'listening fees'.

This annual blind box evangelism is exciting and cheap. The entrance fee is actually not high, just a special waist card, as long as you survive in the end, you will be lucky enough to watch the "secret art of refining medicine" by many big shots, listen to their practice experience, and get inspiration.

This kind of speaking is very common in this world, and it is even agreed upon, with a death indicator, no more than 1/4.

Where is this taking advantage? It's just making a lot of money, okay?