Yun Shen also frowned and said, "Young Master Xue Yan, how long have you been putting this steamed bun?" It can't be rotten and spoiled, right? ”

"No, it won't." Xue Yan twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "This is what I just got yesterday, and I used a frozen charm to keep it fresh before." ”

"Brother Xue, can I break a small piece and take a look?" Feng Jiao asked.

After all, this is an important evidence that Brother Xue finally got his hands on.

After getting Xue Yan's permission, Feng Jiao broke off a small piece of the steamed bun.

In this way, the fishy smell becomes more pronounced.

Even Yun Shen, who was sitting next to Feng Jiao, who often fiddled with various drugs and had an extremely sensitive sense of smell, could smell the smell.

"Miss Fengjiao, something must be wrong with this steamed bun! Normal steamed buns can never taste like this. Yun Shen frowned.

Feng Jiao nodded in agreement, thought about it, and directly sent the small piece of steamed bread that was broken down into the space, and asked the harvest system to help check it to see what was wrong with this steamed bun.

She didn't expect that soon after, she heard the voices of the harvest system all tremble and sharpen.

"Little sister, there is indeed a problem with this steamed bun! No, no, it should be said that it is not the steamed bread that is the problem, but the flour used to make the steamed bread. Uh, it's flour-milled wheat! "The harvest system said.

"Wheat?! What can be wrong with wheat? Feng Jiao was confused.

Wheat has a sweet, faint wheat fragrance, how can it be fishy. Reading nests

"This is no ordinary wheat, but wheat grown with the ashes of low-ranking monks and watered with their blood!"

Rao is Fengjiao was bold enough, and after hearing these words, she couldn't help but tremble with fright, and almost threw the evidence that Xue Yan handed over to her for inspection, that is, the steamed bun that she broke off a small piece of to the ground.

She felt that the big white and round steamed bun looked like a skull at the moment.

Finding that Feng Jiao was holding the steamed bun, as if she had taken a hot potato, Xue Yan and Yun Shen were busy asking the reason, but they heard Feng Jiao muttering four words: "Human blood steamed bun!" ”

Yun Shen and Xue Yan looked at Feng Jiao with shocked faces.

"Miss Fengjiao, you, what did you just say?!"

"Brother Xue Yan, according to my accurate judgment, the wheat used to make these problematic steamed buns is grown with the ashes of low-level monks as nourishment and watered with their blood! In other words, this thing is a real human blood steamed bun! Feng Jiao said in a deep voice.

She has only seen in some literary works that in the old society of Huaxia, there is a deceptive legend of using human blood to dip steamed buns to cure various diseases.

Unexpectedly, in the land of the Spirit Domain, human blood steamed buns still exist, but in a different way.

Xue Yan, who was good at reasoning, immediately grabbed the key point from Feng Jiao's words: "Miss Feng Jiao, you, you mean, this, this steamed bun was planted with the ashes and blood of those missing low-level monks?!" ”

If that's the case, it's no wonder that those who have eaten these things have gone insane.

Cannibalism, this is an extremely bloody and cruel thing, not to mention, these things are still cultivated with the flesh and blood of cultivated people as nourishment.

What kind of consequences will result from eating such something is simply impossible to estimate.