It must have been a dream, and it was an absurd dream!

The first half is a dream beyond imagination, and he has tasted almost all the most extreme delicacies in the world, sweet and sour, spicy, salty, and fresh ...... The indescribable flavors have distinct personalities and blend with each other, and in the shortest possible time, every cell in his body resonates with the deliciousness, and the desire to die is nothing more than that.

But nine times out of ten, life is not as expected, and the wonderful moments are always so short, just when he thought he could wander in the realm of bliss and paradise, but in an instant he fell into that unfathomable despair.

The hot pot that brought him endless happiness was still burning, and it was actually the source of the nightmare that choked his throat!

Why is this happening?

Why do ropes grow in hot pots, no, they shouldn't be ropes!

How could the ropes twist from side to side like snakes, entangled around each other, and kept spreading outward, with no end in sight.

What kind of hot pot is this, it's clearly a snake cave stuffed with rope-shaped snakes!

Kongkong only felt that the muscles in his body tightened, his body began to lose control, and his stomach was even more disgusting.

The air seemed to be frozen, and everyone present was shocked by this terrifying scene, and there was a dead silence around, except for the "grunt" sound of the hot pot boiling for a while.

Sora felt that he wanted to say something, and he should say something, but his mind was blank, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

In the end, it was Blood Shura who broke the silence, and she turned her face to the black-robed man: "The bottom of the hot pot was made by you, why is this happening, I think, you should give me an explanation, right?" ”

The black-robed man didn't speak, his face was covered by layers of black veil, and he couldn't see his expression clearly at all, his right arm stretched out from the sleeve of the wide black-robed sleeve and pressed it on his neck, letting out a dry laugh: "Although most of the ingredients in this hot pot are prepared by me, do you really think the problem is with me?" ”

"Don't you ...... too" Blood Shura was stunned, a thin piece of vinegar skin slipped down in front of the black-robed man, although it was fleeting, but the Blood Shura still saw it really clearly, and there was also a rope loop around the black-robed man's neck that kept tightening.

The black-robed man, the blood Shura, and the empty three stood facing each other, one thing can be confirmed, at this time they all have strange rope loops around their necks, and they are now veritable grasshoppers tied to a rope.

The black-robed man had half a sideways face, and even in the bright light, he was still in the shadows, full of thoughts.

Blood Shura's eyes were circulating, and he should be thinking about something.

And empty, the eyebrows are twisted into a twist, why is this happening? What went wrong?

Suddenly, there was a "poof", a violent impact broke the short calm, and with the corner of his eye, he saw a figure suddenly like a kite and flew into the air with a "whoosh", hitting the ceiling hard, no, not like a kite, obviously a giant kite! When the man was thrown out just now, he was clearly dragging a rope that was straightened.

However, Kongkong rubbed his eyes, isn't that rope invisible and insensitive, and only through the vinegar skin can you barely see the clues?

Also, that person...... It seems to be, Boss Wen!

With a loud roar, he just wanted to rush over, when suddenly a huge force instantly dragged him to the ground, booming, I don't know what he hit and the debris above his head splashed.

It hurts, is his neck broken? After the powerful impact, there was a brief blank in his empty mind, and when he regained consciousness, he felt a hot sting in his neck......

A powerful force dragged him forward several meters, clenching his teeth and kicking his legs as hard as he could, trying to keep his balance as much as possible. Kongkong didn't hesitate for even a second, and decisively stuck his palm into the gap between the rope and his neck, yes, at the moment when Chang Zhaowen was thrown out, the rope around his neck finally showed its true form, and the terrifying power it hidden.

"Click"! The violently tightened rope squeezed his palms out of shape, and the knuckles that were bent at incredible angles sounded the sound of bones cracking, but the most terrifying thing for Sora was not this, his face was flushed, his mouth was wide open, and he inhaled with all his might, but only a faint trace of breath was sucked into his lungs.

Is he going to be strangled here?

"Bump!" The tightening rope suddenly slowed down, and a demonic force rolled up the empty air and threw it heavily into a corner of the room, he smashed into a display tableware cupboard, after a tragic breaking sound, the empty space struggled to get up from a pile of broken porcelain pieces, pulled out his hand, looked down, and couldn't help but be afraid, the skin and flesh on the back of his hand opened, revealing the hand bones, and his neck was even more red, if it was at one o'clock in the evening, it is estimated that even if he protected it with the back of his hand, he could not change the fate of his neck being strangled.

"It's Chang Zhaowu, that bastard!" Kongkong finally figured out everything at this moment, if it wasn't for the help of Blood Shura, he just estimated that he would have hung up so inexplicably, "There must be something wrong with the extract that Chang Zhaowu added to the hot pot!" ”

"Someone else over there." What happened just now, Blood Shura saw it clearly, but even she was shocked by the terrifying sight, and pointed forward with a blank expression.

"And Boss Wen......" Kongkong also looked in the direction pointed by the Blood Shura, but he was only halfway through his words and stuck, what the hell is this!

The ropes intertwined in the air were not chaotic, the ropes were intertwined and woven into a huge net, and Chang Zhaowu stood in front of the net, his abnormally white face flushed with a sickly red.

"Hahahaha, thank you for your support!" Chang Zhaowu raised his head and laughed, but the voice he made was indescribably weird and old.

The hollow sank: "Who are you?" ”

"Hehe, who I am, didn't you really guess it? No, even if you didn't guess, my grandson Chang Zhaowen wouldn't know about it, would he? Or is it ...... He didn't tell you anything? ”

"What do you want to do with Chang Zhaowen?" Blood Shura coldly interrupted Chang Zhaowu's words.

"Ah Wen is my good grandson...... Chang Zhaowu or Old Man Chang shook his head from side to side, and now he didn't need to hide his discomfort with Chang Zhaowu's body, "He is not the same as Chang Zhaowu's waste material, he is an unprecedented culinary genius in our Chang family, you see, I have studied the soul leaving soup all my life, and the results are not as good as the effect he played at will!" ”