Whether it's true or fake, Zhao Ke took out a meatloaf from the mail album and gave it to the fifth child.

Immediately followed into the building.

Seeing Zhao Ke walk into the building, the surrounding onlookers dispersed in a hurry.

To be honest, the scene of Zhao Ke knocking Chen Peng and Lai San to death is much more interesting than those singing and dancing acrobatics in the building.

It can be imagined how boring the singing and dancing arranged by these ghost merchants are.

Zhao Ke, Lao Wu, and the third chef sat in the inconspicuous corner of the first floor.

The shell of the brains of the three crazy chefs opened, and there were small stools, small tables, everything, plus a stack of melon seeds and a pot of tea.

Sitting on the side with Lao Wu, chatting and drinking tea, if you don't know the heels of the three crazy chefs.

Zhao Ke had to wonder if there was a stamp album hidden in his head, and he could take out anything.

For these vulgar songs, dances, and acrobatics, Zhao Ke has no interest in it.

With a cigarette stick in one hand, he sat on a chair and smoked.

I finally survived the song, and soon the next one followed.

There's not even a buffer in between.

Don't say it's a pleasure to watch.

Zhao Ke set his eyes on the big sedan chair on the dragon chair, and wondered if the ghost princess was already asleep.

"Hey, what is the origin of the ghost princess, such a big pomp."

Zhao Ke wanted to inquire about this question a long time ago, but Chen Peng's appearance disrupted Zhao Ke's thoughts, and he didn't bother to ask for a while.

At this time, he was bored, and of course Zhao Ke couldn't help but gossip.

"Princess, of course it's a princess!"

Lao Wu ate the dim sum made by the chef in one bite, and said inarticulately.

Zhao Keyi raised his eyebrows and asked, "What princess, the daughter of the Hades family?" ”

Hearing Zhao Ke's ridicule, Lao Wu's eyes widened and he shook his head, but he didn't come up in one breath, and he almost choked half to death.

Fortunately, I am crazy in the kitchen on the side, after all, I don't know how many years I have been in the underworld, although I only stay in the kitchen, but I just don't know about personnel, but it doesn't mean that I don't know anything.

The third chef poured a sip of tea for the fifth child, and then explained to Zhao Ke: "No, the king of the ten palaces, he doesn't even have a wife, where did he come from, this princess is the god of Mount Tai, the girl of the Emperor Dongyue." ”

"Tarzan God?? Mountain gods? ”

Zhao Ke had a question mark in his heart.

I don't understand how the daughter of the god Taishan can be called a ghost princess.

Zhao Ke's doubts also exposed Zhao Ke's confusion about the Huaxia god system, and at this point, the character of the three crazy chefs who are naturally good teachers broke out again.

"Shhh, what kind of mountain god, don't talk nonsense, Emperor Dongyue, who is in charge of the world's blessings and disasters, is himself the power to control life, and because he sits in the underworld, he holds the power of death, and his status is the same as that of Emperor Xudu."

Hearing what the chef said, Zhao Ke scratched his head, and probably understood.

Anyway, it's the daughter of the great god family, no wonder, the ten halls of Hades have to be pleased.

And the reason why this girl was named a ghost princess is that there are many rumors, some say that Emperor Dongyue liked the girl in the mortal world and gave birth to her in private.

Some say that it was picked up by Emperor Dongyue.

Of course, there are many versions of gossip.

But these versions are unified, that is, this ghost princess is very loved by Emperor Dongyue.

Therefore, everyone wants to please, and the king of the Ten Palaces of Hades even let the words go out, and whoever coaxes the ghost princess to laugh can open up a net for her.

You can see how much it is favored.

After the three chefs gave Zhao Ke science popularization, the fifth man on the side did not forget to make up for it in a low voice: "It's a pity, they all say that this princess is facial paralysis." ”

Zhao Ke didn't care about it at first, but it took a while to come back to his senses.

Suddenly turned around, staring at the fifth child: "Do you say it again?" ”

Lao Wu was stunned, but quickly understood that he had missed his mouth, stuffed a piece of snack into his mouth, and said in a voice like a mosquito flapping his wings: "...... Reputedly! It is facial paralysis. ”

Although Lao Wu places special emphasis on the word 'supposedly'.

But Zhao Ke still couldn't help but take a deep breath, and thousands of grass and mud horses galloped through in his heart.

No wonder the boss promised himself so happily.

Feelings are waiting here.

If you can't make this princess laugh, your remaining seven synthetic recipes will be yellow.

Immediately, Zhao Ke stopped talking, sat on the chair, and took two puffs of the big cigarette in his hand.

An old man with a pulled face, his eyes swayed from side to side, and he began to think about how to rely on this account.

The kung fu of them chatting and farting like this, and the tedious singing and dancing in front of them is finally over.

The ghost merchant in charge of the host came up: "The most expensive princess, next, we have brought chefs from all over the world, as well as through yin and yang time and space, from all sides, and we will present you with ugliness today." ”

The ghost merchant then announced the next rules.

You can take any of the ingredients here or bring your own.

But each ingredient cannot be repeated, that is, after one person chooses, the other person cannot choose again.

The time was well arranged, three hours.

If the princess is not satisfied with the completion of a dish, the racer can hurry up and make a second dish, and there is no limit to the number of dishes.

As long as it doesn't time out.

Zhao Ke listened carefully to the rules and couldn't help frowning.

Even the three cooks on the side looked solemn, and said in a low voice: "Occupy the ingredients first, and pick up what you are good at." ”

This rule, at first glance, sounds fine.

But if your speed is fast enough, you can grab other ingredients, others can't use them, and you invisibly occupy many active advantages.

Of course, Zhao Ke knows this truth.

Nodding, he stood up and walked forward.

"Racers enter!"

Not to mention, these ghost businessmen are indeed well prepared for this competition.

One after another, the chefs began to come out.

Except for the blonde foreigner that Zhao Ke saw before, and the Indian who was touted by Chen Peng as a yoga chef.

Zhao Ke glanced over, and sure enough, as the ghost merchant said, he collected many cooks from all walks of life in various countries.

There are all kinds of people, and according to Zhao Ke's rough calculation, there are more than 20 people.

"Huh!"

At this time, Zhao Ke looked at a cook, an old monk in his fifties.

Zhao Ke looked familiar, but he didn't remember who it was.

Also looking around, not only Zhao Ke, but also every chef had a strong hostility in their eyes.

Because the ghost merchant had promised them all kinds of rewards, which they could never have dreamed of.

Money, medicines, treasures, and so on, all kinds of exotic treasures, enough to drive them crazy.

"Hey!"

A Mi Guoyan stared at Zhao Ke with his eyes and a rugged figure, which made people suspect that this guy was not a cook, but more like a butcher.

I saw Mi Guoyan's eyes looking Zhao Ke up and down, his fat face twisted together, and he reached out and patted it on the black leather box that was one meter high.

And in front of Zhao Ke, he opened the box, and saw that it was full of all kinds of strange knives, hammers, axes, and so on.

All of them are fine, and the cold light refracted on them is reminiscent of those heinous tortures.

Especially the sausage knife.

A spiral-shaped blade with a curved blade at the tip.

Underneath is a counterclockwise barb, which at first glance looks like the head of an electric drill.

Once this thing is poked into the intestines and stirred inside, even the rectum of a cow can be easily cut off.

As for if it is used on people......

This idea makes people afraid to look carefully at that bloody picture.

attracted a lot of people's side eyes, but just as everyone looked carefully, Mi Guoyan slowly opened the toolbox.

On the other side of the toolbox, instead of hanging the blade, it was covered by a black cloth.

When people are curious about what.

saw that the rice guy suddenly uncovered the black cloth.

"God!"

"Holy!"

After the group saw the picture clearly, the wrinkles on everyone's faces were twisted together, and some of the cooks saw it, their faces turned green, and their stomachs churned.

On the other side of the toolbox, there was a female corpse inside.

The body of the female corpse seems to have been embalmed, but it is still swollen, and it makes people feel sick to watch.

"Perverted!"

Some people turn around and stop looking, for fear that if they look at it again, they will vomit.

Zhao Ke looked at it carefully, and didn't feel anything disgusting, but after a habitual glance, he turned around.

Xin said: "It's a bunch of rotten meat, and it's worthless." ”

Mi Guoyan seems to be very proud of his masterpiece, and he closes the toolbox and carries it on his back.

"The rules are as simple as that, remember, you can only cook one dish at a time, and you have to do it with your heart." After the ghost merchant finished talking about the rules.

Take out your watch, pinch the time, and wait for the second hand to reach 12 o'clock: "Go!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the cooks around Zhao Ke immediately rushed to the ingredients they had already targeted.

"This lamb is mine!"

"Get out of the way, I got it first, I've been staring at it for a long time."

The two cooks rushed to the mutton one after the other, and were arguing fiercely, when they saw a big knife, which came from behind and cut off the head of the cook on the left.

"Poof!"

For a moment, blood gushed out, and a man's head rolled to the ground.

A middle-aged man in a black suit appeared behind the two cooks at some point.

The bright red blade, the blood condensed along the silver edge of the blade, was put to the man's mouth, spit out the brown tongue "stab", licking and sucking the blood on the blade.

Ignoring the other cook, who was already frightened, he stepped forward, but his target was not mutton.

Rather, it was a headless corpse on the ground.

A pair of hands stroked the strong chest muscles of the corpse, and the obscene triangular eyes revealed an obsessive look: "I've been staring at you for a long time." ”