After 140 years, Shao'an stood at the pinnacle of the world's cuisine, and now there are very few things that can interest him, but through the intelligence network established over the years, he learned that there is a group of pica patients in the mud bombing capital Tokyo, this group of crazy people have an extreme difference in taste from normal people, and the treatment of this group of pica patients has become Shao'an's primary goal in the near future.

Mud Bomb - Tokyo.

Shao'an walks through the crowd, there are many ways to distinguish pica patients, Shao'an chooses to distinguish those individuals with the sense of smell, the immortal body maintains the super-smell at its peak, it can ensure that Shao'an can search for the so-called 'meow' through the residual food smell attached to the human body.

Soon Shaoan was targeted, a middle-aged man in a black T-shirt and a mask, whose smell was bloody and disgusting, like the smell of vultures and crows devouring carrion.

The idea of capturing him and correcting this pica based on him came to Shao'an's mind, and he quietly followed the meow.

Walking in the crowd, Shao An could clearly notice a slight tremor on his body, as if he was desperately restraining something from emerging from his body.

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Following the man all the way to a dark, narrow alley, the man suddenly stopped and turned to look at Shao'an, who was not far behind him.

It could be seen that the meow was in a state of extreme hunger, and he did not have to suppress his appetite in the face of the feast delivered to his door in the deserted and dark alleyway.

His eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and hideous red bloodshot appeared around his eye sockets, and the mask that covered half of his face was completely soaked with his constant saliva.

"Is this the meow? It looks good, and it is very suitable as the subject of this study. Shao An thought calmly.

Driven by hunger, the meandering man ripped off the mask that covered his face, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

"Eat you! Let me eat you! The words were repeated repeatedly, and he sprinted towards Shao'an as fast as he could.

In the eyes of the meow, Shao'an's fate has been determined, he will become his own feast, when the pieces of flesh and blood are pulled off, fragmented, when he screams in pain, blood continues to splatter, the beautiful scene is unimaginable.

Shao An had an extra kitchen knife in his hand, and his face was as normal in the face of the seed that was about to pounce on him.

"Seven Stars Cut Away." Shao An lightly spit out these few words.

The kitchen knife was retracted, the blade was not stained with blood, and the meow that was only one step away from Shao'an was cut into a human stick.

Shao An crouched down, facing the stunned gaze.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, but as a test for food, you don't need your hands and feet, you just need to have a mouth." Shao An said softly.

Shao An opened the large pocket he was carrying, put the incapacitated mew in it, pulled the zipper and lifted the pocket and left the alley.

The incandescent lamps illuminated the room with extremely high degrees, and a fixed chair converted from an electric execution chair was tied to the freshly captured mews, and the severed wounds of his limbs had stopped bleeding under Shao'an's treatment.

At this time, Shao An was standing in front of him with a plate of exquisite dishes made from veal.

"Let's start enjoying the food, let's start trying veal, I don't believe it, I can't cure your pica if I cook Wang Shao'an!"