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Chapter 184 Breaking My Neck (Part [-])
Fu Moshen reached out to cover Qiao Yimo's eyes: "Don't look!"

The picture of God of Cooking at this time is weird and bloody.

It is not suitable for viewing without a one-hundred-eight-layer mosaic.

Qiao Yimo took Fu Moshen's hand away: "If I don't watch it, he won't continue? I always feel that something is wrong!"

"I don't want you to watch it!" Fu Mo said in a deep voice.

Intuitively, he felt that there was something wrong with such a picture, and Qiao Yimo shouldn't watch it.

He couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

In the end, he couldn't stop it, Qiao Yimo saw this scene.

"I won't have any psychological shadows. What you want to think about is whether the ghost king is still alive. Look at the knife in his hand. I'm sure it's a ghost knife." knife.

That's Ghost Knife.

Even if she and Fu Moshen rushed forward, it would be useless.

Ghost knife can draw the power of living people.

She and Fu Moshen rushed up to deliver food to Ghost Knife.

All the movements of the God of Cooking were slow and methodical, as if he was waiting for someone to fall into his trap.

The God of Cooking threw his leg out, and at some point, the Ghost Knife that he threw aside had already been picked up by the God of Cooking and held in his hand.

The smile on Chef's face deepened.

Covered by the shadow of the tree canopy, the smile on his face is full of unspeakable ghosts and evil spirits.

Qiao Yimo moved his body, wanting to step forward to stop God of Cooking's next move.

As soon as her body moved, Fu Moshen pressed her shoulders firmly: "Don't go, what we saw is not the real scene, take a closer look at that tree."

The fleshy ball looks like a tree, and the shadow at this time is like a heart that has left the human body.

Although God of Cooking is covered by the shadow of the tree crown.

Add to that the weirdness of the tree.

God of Cooking seems to have dedicated himself to this huge heart as nourishment.

"Is that a tree?" Qiao Yimo suddenly felt flustered when he heard the pounding heartbeat coming from the tree: "You said it was a phantom, isn't the ghost knife in the hand of God of Cooking real?"

God of Cooking throws knives, cuts himself, throws thighs, and the smell of blood is extremely real.

If that's not true, what the hell is that tree?
"Tree, it must be a tree, but it's probably not the kind of tree we thought," Fu Moshen clasped the talisman in his hand, and he was not sure what effect he would have on the tree and God of Cooking when he threw the talisman .

At this moment, God of Cooking didn't pause. He raised the Ghost Knife and stabbed at his other leg without hesitation.

It's like cutting a branch, and it's like cutting a steak.

Master Chef's knife skills are absorbed in his hands, and his hands are light and slow.

Looking at the technique of using the knife, it is full of beauty.

If God Chef's target of the knife is not his own body part, but real stone, this scene must be beautiful.

However, at this time, there is only endless weirdness.

The heartbeat from the heart-shaped tree is sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

When they were close, they seemed to be floating in the ears of Fu Moshen and Qiao Yimo.

It seemed that someone was standing by their side.

"It seems to be a real heartbeat, what do you think?" The heartbeat sounded beside her ears, making Qiao Yimo feel uncomfortable. It was obviously a tree with a strange appearance. At this moment, she had the feeling that she was sticking her ear to someone's heart. As if listening to his heartbeat, she looked at Fu Moshen beside her, and put her ear to his chest.

"Just listening to this rhythm is really like a heartbeat, plus the shape of a tree," Fu Moshen wanted to tell Qiao Yimo that he had the feeling of being inside someone else's body, but the feeling was too erratic, and he was not sure , Even if he had doubts, he didn't say it: "Plus the picture shown to us by God of Cooking, do you think it's very deliberate?"

It seems to be intentional.

Just for the audience to watch.

Qiao Yimo looked at the God of Cooking suspiciously, as if the God of Cooking was showing the devil's art, he inserted the Ghost Knife into the other leg lightly, lightly everything.It's like cutting tofu, and it's like cutting ham sausage.

God of Cooking threw the cut part away.

The heartbeat of the tree became clearer.

God of Cooking didn't finish his movements. He stretched out his two hands and hugged his head.He smiled in the direction of Qiao Yimo, and then squeezed his hands hard.

There was a clear clicking sound from God of Cooking's neck, showing a strange angle.

"As an adult, if you want to break your own neck with your own strength, it's impossible. Look at him, it's very easy." Fu Moshen stared at the God of Cooking. The God of Cooking whose neck was broken was not dead, he was still laughing , smiling at Qiao Yimo.

He felt that there was endless meaning in this smile.

"Why is he smiling at you?"

"You can't be jealous in this weird scene, are you?" Qiao Yimo looked at Fu Moshen in disbelief.This place is so weird, the Ghost King's ghost knife appears, it is very likely that even the Ghost King is not dead, but is lurking there.Fu Moshen is jealous in this situation?

What's more, it's God of Cooking, a monster who is neither human nor ghost?

Qiao Yimo reached out to pinch the soft flesh in Fu Moshen's waist.

Qiao Yimo glanced at Fu Moshen's expressionless face, and his subordinates secretly increased their strength.

Fu Moshen gently squeezed Qiao Yimo's arm: "Shhh, don't make trouble! I see a trick."

Isn't that self-abuse?Qiao Yimo murmured in his heart, but he didn't take it lightly.The heartbeat ringing in her ear put a lot of pressure on her: "What did you see?"

"Sacrifice!" Fu Moshen spat out two words.

Hearing this, Qiao Yimo's expression changed dramatically.Now she wants to understand why the Ghost Knife appeared in the hands of the God of Cooking, and why the God of Cooking made such seemingly horrific actions in this weird place. hands, no wonder—”

Qiao Yimo said two consecutive "no wonder"

Seeing that her little face had changed color, Fu Moshen pressed his palm on her shoulder, and conveyed his warmth to her: "I'm here, don't be afraid, we are together."

These words couldn't comfort Qiao Yimo, she was shocked and shivered: "God of Cooking wants to resurrect the ghost king? This is not a resurrection ceremony, is it a means of summoning? Who can he summon?"

God of Cooking's head was bent at a weird angle, and he seemed to be looking towards the direction where Qiao Yimo and Fu Moshen were standing.

Then a terrifying scene appeared. The big tree stretched out countless branches, some rolled up the severed limbs thrown aside by God Cook, and some wrapped around God Cook's body, and soon wrapped God Cook into a cocoon, and the branches The cocoon is pulled towards the trunk, and the cocoon quickly blends into the trunk.

Qiao Yimo even saw God of Cooking with a weird smile on his face when he sank into the tree trunk.

This smile is terrifying.

"What do we do with that tree?"

"I don't know!" Fu Moshen replied, he had already thought of countless ways, but there was no effective way: "Go back first, I'll keep an eye on it."

(End of this chapter)