Chapter 915

As night fell, the town was engulfed in darkness. The people in the city closed their doors and turned off the lights from house to house, and they got into bed early and shivered, hoping that the night would pass quickly.

Not long after, shadowy and strange-shaped things appeared in the streets and alleys. Carrying lanterns that emit green light, they began to walk around the streets, knocking on doors politely from house to house, calling people's names, or trying to push windows to breathe into the house.

Looking down from a high altitude, the whole city is dotted with will-o'-the-wisps, and there are hundreds of ghosts walking around at night everywhere.

Those yin creatures with the weakest strength, with the help of night and yin qi, forcibly broke through the barrier between yin and yang, but they couldn't break through the protective power exerted by Qingping town. So only wandering in densely populated places during the day.

Competing with each other for the gradually dissipating popularity and vitality helps them to practice, to solidify their illusory bodies little by little, to regain a ghost body similar to a living creature, and to become a ghost **** who is an entry-level qi practitioner.

Those who are stronger will disdain the escaping life in the world, sneak into the slums, and harass the poor, thinly populated, old, weak, and sick families one by one, trying to hunt the living and feast on them.

Such families with family disharmony and dilapidated houses due to various reasons are most likely to be tempted to break through because they are not angry enough to take care of themselves. On the contrary, the rich and powerful bully the house of good and evil, the high-walled compound has a prosperous population, and the house enshrines the temple's consecrated Buddha statues, like hard bones, and ghosts walk around.

In the past few days, the common people in Qingping Town have been tortured by ghosts every night, and they are on the verge of collapse. The number of deaths is increasing sharply every night. As rumors spread and incidents increase, people's hearts become more chaotic and fearful, and they are more likely to be broken by ghosts and ghosts, falling into a vicious circle.

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But tonight is different from the past. The people who have suffered from ghosts for a long time finally welcome the Lord Qingtian.

Are you starving tonight? Corps join the hunt!

In the corner of a remote and quiet town, a large group of gangs dressed in blue, with faces like dead people, holding open flames, holding high the banner of "Walking for the Heaven", carrying iron pots and inserting dried salted fish on their backs, swaggered through the market like bullies.

Among them, Bailang, who is the leader, rides a white horse and embraces the little Fufu, proud of the spring breeze. Surrounded by a group of painted skins in blue clothes, they stepped into the darkness and rushed all the way towards the Town God's Temple.

Beside him, Shuipen Wan also restrained the image of a goat-headed monster, turning into a skinny Taoist priest with protruding cheekbones. Afterwards, there were forty blue-clothed painted skins, with the appearance of paper figurines from the ground mansion, carrying an alloy pot on their backs, and their movements were uniform.

Behind the main team members, there are about forty Huapi employees who are not qualified to sacrifice magic weapons, but wear double fish knives on their waists.

Although Lang didn't unlock [King Carp], there are a lot of dry goods of 'Salted Fish King' in the storage space. He polished it into a low-level fish blade with the technique of "grinding fish". In this world, it is not a bad ordinary weapon.

It's a pity that his 'monster material inventory' was wasted, and he can no longer upgrade these fish knives into 'pollution spirit soldiers' to strengthen his subordinates like the iron pot magic weapon.

Losing the 'fish knife' blessed by [Grinding Fish Weng] (title) may not be able to effectively kill ghosts. But he has found a way to deal with it, it's just not yet ripe.

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As Bailang and his group of "living creatures" rushed into the grand meeting of the underworld, they immediately provoked a violent reaction like drops of water in boiling oil.

Sensing anger, a group of nearby ghosts who were fighting and slapping on the door of a widow's room quickly abandoned their target and came here smelling the smell.

Soon, more and more similar ghosts gathered. Then a **** red-haired ghost saw Bailang riding a horse from a distance, and said in shock: "No, the blue-skinned monsters who opened the shop are here! There are a lot of torches, and there are dozens of people. Let's run away." .”

"What are you panicking about? It's night, and a hundred ghosts are walking at night. The environment of the underworld is projected into the human world through the city god. Until dawn, we will guard the safety of Qingping Town! Demons in the underworld, where are our ghosts' opponents?"

A young man wearing a golden brocade robe and soap boots, who looked as ugly as a lazy toad, suddenly fell from a height and appeared in the middle of the ghost crowd. He stopped the commotion and looked curiously at the approaching torches in the distance.

The eyes of the toad-faced young man flickered with green will-o'-the-wisps, he opened his spiritual eyes, looked at Bailang, and then asked, "That guy is so fat, what's his origin? Such a strong blood, I really want to swallow it in one gulp, at least give me half a month of hard work."

At this time, a dwarf mummy who seemed to be starved to death immediately yelled angrily: "So that the little king knows, that is a shop owner, surnamed Bai. My brothers once went to his shop to beg for anger and practice, and I don't want to be ordered by him to those painted skins." Yao Luan Dao hacked to death."

"Pity my brothers. They don't even have to be ghosts. What kind of medicine do they have to make after their hearts and livers have been ripped out? Little king, this city is our master's territory. Why do these foreign monsters dare to be in your territory?" Acting fiercely? This posture is clearly aimed at you, so you have to make the decision for us!"

After the dwarf mummies finished speaking, another headless ghost with a banner cloth of "Shen Ji Miao Suan" appeared.

It held a rotten human head in its hand, and shouted: "That's right, that's right! There are seven sons under the king's seat, and you are only the fourth, little king. This time, the king has conquered other ghosts and seized the position of the city god, so he has ten ghosts." Days as a reward. Let us wander around in this city, sucking Yang energy to seduce people's souls. But does the little king know the meaning behind this?"

The ugly young man with a toad face tilted his head: "Profound meaning? Isn't it a reward for our hard work in the past few days? By the way, I would like to remind the mortals in this city so that they can recall the fear of being dominated by a hundred ghosts. It is a pity that there will be no such good days in the future, so I am really unhappy."

"What the little Dawang said is not bad, but there is still one thing missing. Even the Dharma King is also secretly considering the abilities of the Dharma King and the other six adopted sons. Taking down these gang of painted skins and making great contributions will please the Dharma King."

Toadface hurriedly said: "I understand this, but what is the origin of this group of blue-clothed and painted skins? What kind of backing is behind them? They have been acting high-profile in the city these days, and they must have support."

A blue and blue ground-burrowing zombie appeared, shaking his head repeatedly: "No, no, no clue. I sent the little ghost out of the city to investigate, and I found out everything. There was a big mistake at the Obon Festival a few days ago. , It is said that it is called the lineage of the Yunmeng Dragon Clan. What inspired the Dragon Lord to seek revenge. The nearby big demons were attacked, and all were beaten to death and driven crazy. Only one sheep demon escaped, and even the city **** died. After that, the group in the mountains The monsters are in chaos, fighting and attacking each other, and the dead are fleeing. These painted skin monsters should have taken advantage of the chaos, and they are marked with 'painted skin'. I think they think that the underworld is as chaotic as the underworld, and they want to take the opportunity to occupy our city .”

Toad's face frowned: "I heard that there is a demon in Qingyang Temple, who is killing all directions. He is called 'White Demon Lord'. The owner of this shop is also named 'Bai'. Is it related? Is it the same?"

The headless ghost kept shaking his head in his hands: "This statement is wrong. That sheep demon is really capable, so powerful, and has already dominated one side. I think the 'Qingyang Temple' is just taking advantage of the situation, what is the power of a fox. The rumor of Boss Bai It's even more outrageous, I think he is a puppet pushed by this group of painted skins to deal with the government and mortals. He is just an ordinary person with no magic power, don't you feel it?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." The ghosts gathered more and more, and they all encouraged Toad Face.

Although it is legal to manipulate ghosts during these ten days, the fire between demons and ghosts is not a trivial matter, and someone who takes the blame is needed. Only Toadface is qualified to order the group of ghosts to fire and fight.

The reason becomes clearer and clearer. The more the brats discussed, the more they felt that they had discovered the 'truth'. Even with a toad face, he changed from being seven-point suspicious to eight-point trustworthy, and he didn't pay attention to the group of blue-clothed painted skins.

"A mere little demon dares to run rampant at night? Do you really think I'm a shadowy person? Come, follow me to **** up their yang energy, peel their skins and cramps, make them as a side dish, and make my name famous."

"The king is strong!", "V587!", "Bow!"

"Children, follow me!"

"Kill the duck!"

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The first scuffle after nightfall broke out just like that.

Before seeing the Town God's Temple, Bailang was surrounded by a large group of strangely shaped ghosts led by a half-ghost, half-clam alien.

Individually, these ghosts are weak, but when they gather together, their aura spontaneously fuses to form a cloud of ghosts, like a thousand troops, bringing a mental shock, which is very frightening.

At the same time, Bailang raised his hand to stop the team: "Don't panic, everyone forms an formation to meet the enemy!"

Although his ability is exhausted, he has been doing charity and spreading the "Gospel of Healing" for ten days, and he has accumulated word-of-mouth among the common people, and he has gained a little. The belief in the 'healing gods' began to be accounted for.

He doesn't have a [Devil God Pillar] to act as a **** system server, but a few evil spirits can operate alone. The one activated by him first was the best-developed [Rabbit King Bodhisattva].

With the help of Shuipen Wan's [Shocking], combined with [Inheritance of the Rabbit King's Killing Intent], Lang injected some basic Buddhist skills into the "starved to death" and easily transformed them.

Hearing Bailang's password, the people at the front of the line said, "Did you starve to death?" ’ Loudly said: "Arhat array with eighteen copper pots!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Bailang secretly communicated with [Evil Spirits - Rabbit King Bodhisattva] and blessed them with a little 'power of evil spirits'. Only maintain the minimum output, so that the monsters can connect to each other without too much effort, and the mana can flow to each other, forming a big cycle.

Forty or so painted skins were divided into left and right groups, forming a chaotic formation. They started at a low level and had poor foundations, but [evil spirits] were exploited; and they did not take secret medicines indiscriminately, they all practiced the 'Firing Technique' together, and sacrificed the same 'Flying Pot Magical Artifact'.

Mana reciprocates endlessly in the big cycle, which is extremely smooth. In an instant, the two groups of painted-skinned arhat formations began to function, colliding with the 'ghost frenzy' coming from Wu Yangyang.

The magic power of the fire flow circulated in the 'flying pot', turning the iron pot red, and got rid of the three-meter flying limit, using the large formation as the movement range, more flexible, volleying in the air.

bang bang bang!

The two groups of large formations are like pillars of rocks, not only blocking the impact of the ghost tide, but also constantly involving ghosts one by one, killing and devouring them, accompanied by screams.

"Do justice for the heavens, set fire to break the precepts!"

"Slay demons and eliminate demons, I'll fry it!"

"Where did the ghost escape? Come into my pot!"

"Pay attention, control the heat, burn them with cooking skills, don't use violence!"

"I've run out of chili and fennel here, who can give me a handful of spicy noodles?"

Under the training of Bailang's blood and tears, these monsters have already mastered the 'cooking and killing ghost skills', and they never forget to add various seasonings indiscriminately when attacking.

For fighting, this is meaningless and of no help; for cooking, it is even more ridiculous, not even the worst cooking.

From beginning to end, there is only pure formalism.

Seeing this chaotic scene, feeling that the [delicious value] was slowly increasing, Bailang smiled slightly, and what he wanted was this 'formalism'. It was just the right step to annex the ordinary gangs of demons and goblins and squeeze out the 'delicious value'.

"This is the code of wealth!" Bailang sighed, and couldn't help showing a happy expression, hugging Fufu and sighing: "It's really delicious! Good food!"

Fu Fu also admires the learning tongue: "Shan Zhai!", "⑦Shan Zhai!"

His hard work during this period was not in vain. The 'scoring machine' he had built so hard was finally successfully activated, and he began to harvest points in batches, and he was on the right track ever since.

Before tonight, he had accumulated 2000 delicious points. Among them, 1/4 was earned by him "cooking with his own hands + doing good deeds and accumulating virtue"; but the remaining 3/4 was mostly because he forced the monsters in the mountains to correct their evil ways and put on [Are you starved to death? 】Uniforms, food delivery during the day, and hard work at night after practicing "fire-igniting + spoon-throwing + fried vegetables" quickly accumulated.

At the root of it, he summed up a formula: [Hone cooking skills (ignite fire + sacrificial iron pot) + deep brainwashing and repentance (drinking in the face) + daily good deeds atonement (takeaway) = delicious value]

In contrast, Sharf’s 100% philanthropic prodigal actions, which have saved lives in free clinics many times, have immeasurable merits, but have no “delicious value” at all.

This speaks volumes for the attitude of 'Food Paradise'. Although the tone of Paradise is justice, advocating good deeds, and appreciating the virtues of Self very much. But only a just act that promotes the food culture can truly serve the interests of the park.

Therefore, even if Bailang didn't do the cooking himself, he was rewarded with 'delicious value' by teaching the demon, and the amount was not low.

If this is just speculation, then the branch investigation task has also changed. [Exploration rate] is stuck at 27.8% and it is difficult to increase, and a new [spread rate 0.1%] item has appeared at the same time.

Clearly tell Bailang to spread the system that belongs to the "Gourmet Paradise" as much as possible, spread the "supernatural recipes and cooking styles" to the world, and replace the "Secret Medicine Sequence" bit by bit.

This time, the "starved to death" trained to conquer the underworld accidentally hit the G point of the paradise, triggering a small wave of "delicious value" explosion.

What is this in the eyes of the old staff of the cemetery? Isn't it just spreading morality? This wave is a cultural invasion, and the wave is very familiar.

At that time, he understood the real purpose of the canteen arranging his arrival. The "sub-professional trial" is only incidental, and the real purpose is to prostitute the professionalism of the "payroller" for nothing, to explore the new world for it, complete the dissemination of Taoism, and leave the seeds of kitchen Taoism.

Now that it was made clear, Bailang naturally made full preparations. Tonight's "Ghost Killing Squad" is a round of attempts. Respond to the enemy with cooking methods, kill ghosts, and restore peace to the local residents. At the same time, through the meaningless throwing of seasonings, the "formal" exorcism is carried out, so as to please the food paradise, and this kind of battle is classified into "cooking".

Probably because there is no contractor in this world who is a better cook than Bai Lang, [Food Paradise] lowered his own lower limit to an extremely low level, approved the ghost-cooking behavior of the 'starved legion', and started to give Lang more food at a very low rate of return. 'Delicious value'.

But that's enough! He and the cafeteria know each other well~lightnovelpub.net~ He only wants to benefit, and the paradise only needs to expand the "kitchen influence", and everyone gets what they need.

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my buddy help me put it into the pot. Watch me stir fry!"

In the small arhat formation, more than a dozen copies of mana circulated together and gathered in one place to form a powerful mana hand. Take a ghost **** on the 10th floor of Qi refining, and squeeze it with constant force.

And under the suppressing effect of the 'array', the strange contraction became smaller, and it was thrown into a pot, wrapped in a sudden rising flame, and stir-fried.

Immediately, a 'burnt aroma' that affected the soul spread, was that ghost really fired? ! And the 'Magic Artifact Iron Pot' also absorbed and absorbed the opponent's 'pollution inspiration' after refining and killing a high-level ghost pawn, got a certain amount of strengthening, and fed it back to Huapi.

"Baby, my baby has grown?!"

Hearing the sudden cry of surprise, the other painted-skinned monsters became even more excited, shouting like chicken blood, wanting to do justice for the sky.

This chapter makes up for yesterday's work, and today's work will be counted separately.

(end of this chapter)