That's when the "Boom! A loud bang hit.

The piercing sound of the gong shook Zhan Jingyi's eyes and turned black, and the thoughts that were already some chaotic in his mind were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the gong.

Zhan Jingyi's heart was shocked: "It's not good, I've been tricked!" His gaze quickly shifted from the gaze of the human head, and when he looked back, he saw the red face of the red-faced ghost, almost on the tip of Zhan Jingyi's nose.

The red-faced ghost's eyes as big as copper bells glared at Zhan Jingyi and said, "Little monk, what are you stunned here, didn't you say that you want to cook, the villagers have already sat down, what the hell are you still doing in a daze?" ”

Zhan Jingyi quickly took a step back, shook his head, and finally came back to his senses, hurriedly clasped his hands together, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, the little monk was distracted just now, so let's serve the food!" ”

"Humph! Hurry up, if you are sluggish, you still think that my king has treated the villagers badly, and when the time comes, even if the king of Hades comes, he will not be able to save you! ”

After the red-faced ghost finished speaking, he raised his head with a look of anger, turned around and continued to greet the ghosts who walked in through the door.

Sent away the red-faced ghost, Zhan Jingyi couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat in his heart, it was really too dangerous just now, if it wasn't for the red-faced ghost's interruption, he would almost fall into it.

When I looked at the human head on the altar again, I saw that the human head was quietly placed on the offering table with its eyes closed, quietly, with its eyes closed and peaceful, as if it was just a scene of his own illusion.

Seeing this, Zhan Jingyi's eyes suddenly became cold, the scene just now was definitely not an illusion, he was a mental power mutant, spiritual power has always been his strength, but he didn't expect to enter this mysterious place, his spiritual power seemed to be very limited, and he couldn't even exert one-tenth of his usual one.

I guessed in my heart that it might have something to do with the fact that this was a ghost territory, and besides, this human head has a lot of origins, but I don't know what the way it came from.

Even...... Zhan Jingyi deeply doubts, is this human head really dead? ?

……

Zhan Jingyi thought in his heart, turned around and returned to the stove and began to get busy.

In fact, during the day, Zhan Jingyi basically prepared all the materials, although this kind of flowing water mat, the materials collected by Zhan Jingyi were not enough, but fortunately, those dart masters brought a lot of things.

I saw Zhan Jingyi lift the iron spoon, take out a scoop of boiling oil from the oil pot, and splash it in the bowl on the side.

The sound of "swooping ......" sounded, and as the oil splashed in the bowl, I saw that the white meat in the bowl was stacked, and the skin of the meat suddenly rolled upwards in the boiling hot oil.

For a while, the white and tender flesh skin, stained with bright red chili oil, rolled up and down, naturally inevitably stained with the chili oil on it, so that the meat skin looks red and white, and it is even more amazingly beautiful.

For a while, the red-faced ghost standing on the side was stunned, and this bowl of meat skin looked particularly like a blooming peony.

"Shhh It smells so good! ”

The ghosts and evil spirits sitting on the table on the side had dull eyes, but after smelling this spicy smell, their dull eyes showed a brilliance that had not appeared for a long time.

The spicy aroma is wrapped in the aroma of cooked meat, and there is a slight burnt smell, which not only covers up the smell of meat itself, but also further adds a different layer to the aroma of meat.

The red-faced ghost sniffed the fragrance, and looked at the red and bright chili oil in the bowl, a peony with a bud was stretching, and he couldn't help but drool.

Zhan Jingyi sprinkled two slices of coriander casually, adding two points of emerald color to the red and bright oil surface, which was undoubtedly even more mouth-watering.

The red-faced ghost secretly thought, in comparison, what are the meals made by the dead zombie Jia Furen before?

It's really a death of a person, and the goods are more than the goods to be lost, and the red-faced ghost once thought that the food cooked by Jia Furen tasted good, but at this moment, I saw the dish made by Zhan Jingyi.

Delicate and strange, it makes people feel novel, and the delicate shape is even more unbearable, for fear of ruining the beauty of this dish.

The constant fragrance made the red-faced ghost, like a twisted faucet under his tongue, drooling uncontrollably, and he really wanted to eat a big meal.

……

"Hurry up and serve!"

Attracted by this dish, it is naturally not only the red-faced ghost, but the possessed fat pig is also staring at this dish, and the taste stimulation is deeper than the rest of the little ghosts, and he is impatiently urging the red-faced ghost to serve the dish.

Seeing that his own king had spoken, of course the red-faced ghost would not be rubbing, so he carefully took the bowl and delivered the food to the fat pig's table.

"Oh, it's still hot, your lord, slow down."

After placing the bowl on the table, the red-faced ghost rubbed his fingers together and placed them on his earlobes, as if it cooled down a little faster.

Seeing the food on the table, the fat pig couldn't care so much, picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched a petal-shaped piece of meat, the meat slice sandwiched on the chopsticks was crystal clear, each piece was thin as if it was transparent, it can be seen how powerful the knife light is!

Take a bite in your mouth, "Click! There was a slight sound, and the soft meat, with that little bit of crispy skin on it, was extremely smooth in the mouth.

Especially the spicy taste, I can't help but feel that the fat pig only feels indescribably comfortable, and it feels like the pores all over the body are a lot more transparent.

"Delicious!"

The fat pig took a bite of the crispy meat in his mouth, and his dark pupils flashed with a gleam, and he looked at Zhan Jingyi, and suddenly decided in his heart that no matter what, he would also turn this little monk into his slave, and he would have to cook for himself for the rest of his life.

As for his flesh and blood......

Of course, such a good ingredient must be handed over to him, and he can cook it well.

Just when the fat pig was still thinking, Zhan Jingyi's side had already stopped, and one dish after another began to serve those ghosts and evil spirits on the table.

In fact, most of these ghosts and evil spirits were villagers who died in this village, and even most of the ghosts were killed by this old lady Yang.

Since she was not allowed to be born, Mrs. Yang naturally didn't want to be alone, so she imprisoned the ghosts of these villagers around Yizhuang and prevented them from being reincarnated.

After a long time, the souls of these villagers have become demented, most of them are still the most basic ghosts, and only a few of them have been promoted to the first-level evil spirits by chance.

And the dish made by Zhan Jingyi was a surprisingly effective fruit, which actually made the eyes of these already demented ghosts a little more angry.

This point, I'm afraid that Zhan Jingyi, who is cooking, didn't expect it, you must know that as the old saying goes, people take food as the sky, and taste is spicy first.

A strong gustatory sensation, like a bombshell, exploded on the palate of these ghosts, a taste they hadn't tasted in a long time.

In addition, food itself has a power that can affect people's emotions, which is why the ancients used sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty to describe the taste of life.

Of course, these were not what Zhan Jingyi had to consider, because he hadn't thought about these ghostly things at all.

"Thousands of rivers and mountains are always love, can you vote for me!"