In the early hours of the morning, Yanhui Mountain is like a pearl located in the great wilderness, and under the light cover, it has become the last pure land in the fog.

With the sudden fog, the wilderness was as quiet as death, and even the sound of a trace of wind was no longer heard, and under the thick fog, normal people could not see through the light mask at all, and the distance of half a meter turned pale.

The girls were comforted by the mountain master, and the obedient ones stopped shouting.

As for more cases, there is no need to tell these ordinary people, it will only lead them into useless fear.

- Just think of it as an ordinary fog.

The mountain master twisted his face,

"Lin Zi, is your mask reliable, this fog always gives Lao Tzu a creepy feeling."

Hell shroud!

Lin Chou shook his head, "I don't know either." ”

The big-breasted sister comforted the four dogs,

"There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just that you can't see it, the fog, there will always be a day when it will disperse."

"Lao Tzu hopes that hope is just invisible..."

The mountain master muttered a little and stopped talking.

"Boom."

"Buzz!"

Something strange outside the mask attacked, and the mask buzzed and shook and rippled, as if it were crumbling.

"There!"

With a finger, a strange beast covered in green shattered the light mask in two clicks, and along with the hole in the light mask, a large cloud of thick fog poured in.

The shattered light shield quickly recovered as it had ever been, and the beast looked behind it and swaggered towards the mountain.

And the pitcher plant just stood there, and it didn't attack the food.

What's going on?

The strange beast was covered in green, its eyes were pale and seemed to have no pupils, and it was no more than two meters tall but exuded a bloody longing.

In view of the fact that the system did not give any hints, Lin Chou's heart was half cold, this thing must not be used as an ingredient, if there is a little edible value, the system guarantees that it will not be let go.

A group of women pointed at it,

"Strange beast!"

"It's so ugly, why is it so small, I heard that the Mingguang made of the mountain rhino horn killed by Lord Qin Zhiyun is dozens of meters long!"

"No, how did I hear that the horn of the mountain rhinoceros was refined by the master and made into a war hammer?"

"Nonsense, the mountain rhino was clearly beaten into a puddle of rotten meat by artillery fire, how can there be any horn left?"

“...”

This blatant contempt is enough to arouse the wrath of any predator.

The turquoise beast sprang up and rushed towards the women.

The mountain master pinched his chin and said,

"Lin Zi, there's something wrong with your cover... Can't stop the second order? ”

Lin Chou was also depressed, first the cover was broken, and then the pitcher plant was indifferent.

What's the matter, didn't Lao Tzu pay you a salary??

"Zheng!"

Suddenly there was a hum from the homecoming tree towering above the mist, like a sword unsheathed, and a silvery blade floated down, gently skimming the beast's head.

"Huh."

The surface of the running alien beast was quickly coated with a layer of ice, and then it pounced.

"Whoa."

A place of powder.

The mountain master was shocked for a moment, and he pretended to be calm with his stubble,

"Well, that's good!"

...

In the next two days, from time to time, some strange beasts that even the old driver of the wilderness like Shan Ye had never seen would break through the light mask and enter the territory of the small restaurant, and often they would be killed on the spot by the homeland tree after they could not take two steps.

The pitcher plants, which had been pretending to be dead, finally reacted, and many of the pitcher plants had blue spots on their surfaces, and their rosy mouths became even more hideous and huge, as if they had just been tempered out of steel, their leaves fell off, and vine tentacles rolled under the ground.

The pitcher plant, which did not produce this change, gradually withered, and in less than an hour, it turned into a thick pool of red and green mucus.

One of them, an extraordinarily large pitcher plant, broke off the ground and staggered towards the crowd.

At the same time, the "shackles" connected to it in Lin Chou's mind suddenly disappeared.

This pitcher plant is at least two hundred meters tall and weighs hundreds of tons, all the leaves have fallen off, and the tentacles are covered with new large mouths, and a puddle of saliva is dripping.

"Damn the Nightmare!"

Lin Chou was a little annoyed and angry, this is all his property that he fed with a handful of and urine, so it was a simple rebellion?

Huang Dashan's face was full of confusion,

"The woods... That pitcher plant... Doesn't seem to be a good intention? ”

In the wilderness, the most difficult thing to deal with is often not high-level alien beasts, but active demonic plants, with strong vitality and no Achilles heel, or huge or highly poisonous, which is daunting.

The one in front of me is obviously the best interpretation of the huge size.

"Tweet?"

The hairball jumped on Lin Chou's shoulder and made a soft and cute sound.

Sighing, Lin Chou said,

"Kill it."

"Boom."

The mycelium was overwhelming, cutting through the air and sending out a piercing scream, which swept past the pitcher plant and plunged into the ground, disappearing in an instant.

Tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the pitcher plant, which grew bigger and bigger, and exploded into a cloud of mud, like sticky blood flowing everywhere along the hillside.

The other pitcher plants poked their vines out of the ground and greedily sucked up the juice.

"Boom!"

A few more pitcher plants pulled their roots out of the ground, and this time they didn't have a chance to come forward, so they were torn apart by other normal pitcher plants and buried their bodies in the ground to be used as a reserve for nourishment.

"Yet!!"

Lin Chou gritted his teeth and chose people to eat, and made a rough calculation.

It's going to be a damn thing...... Well, dozens of good multiplied by dozens of good multiplied by dozens and then multiplied... Ahhh

After some tossing, in addition to the dead pitcher plants, a total of seventeen pitcher plants lost contact with Lin Chou and were torn to pieces by their former companions, and only forty-four pitcher plants remained.

"System! What the hell is going on? Why did Nepenthes, with the shackles of life, rebel and lose contact with me?? ”

"I don't know."

Lin Chou scolded his mother,

"What the hell do I want you for, I can't figure out this little thing, how did you do this system?"

"Please read the full name of the system from the host."

"The apocalyptic kitchen god system."

"May I ask which word, word, and word in this combination have a meaning that the host can't understand?"

"What do you mean?"

"Bird matter about the system?"

“...”

Lin Chou wanted to kill someone.

Wait a minute...

Lin Chou suddenly remembered,

"Where's the night wind?!"

Uncle Huang scratched his head, turned around and asked,

"Do you see the night wind?"

"Nope."

Chi Qi shook his head, a group of girls shook their heads, and Wu Ke also shook his head.

After searching Wu Ke's hut at the bottom of the mountain, the coconut tree house on the mountain, and various places, they still didn't find the two of them.

The mountain lord said stupidly,

"Lao Tzu knows, take the opportunity to escape, hehe!"

Looking at his expression, a sour smell of the old altar came to his face, and he couldn't stop it.