It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Liu Zheng was shocked.

The cows and horses didn’t have gas masks just now.

He immediately dropped the basket and hid on the other side of the operating table.

"Come here, I promise not to beat you to death."

Niuma leaned on the table and said while panting.

There were still traces of tears in the corners of its eyes, obviously it had been badly smoked.

"Take me as a fool."

Liu Zheng scoffed at its promises.

"Besides, I didn't mean to fart. Go find Napoleon if you want to find someone who is responsible for every wrong he has done."

"The fart comes out of your asshole, who else should I look for if not you?"

Niuma said with his eyes wide open.

"You were the one who brought me into the kitchen. How could I have farted if you hadn't brought me in?"

He retorted.

"You kid, I think you deserve a beating."

The cows and horses were furious and took two steps back, ready to jump over.

"Okay, why are you arguing about such a small matter?"

The white-feathered chicken came over to smooth things over.

"How dare you say that? Why don't you give me a gas mask?"

The cattle and horses shifted their target.

"Why should I give it to you? I haven't settled the score for that bottle of Vlad III yet."

The white-feathered chicken became angry, and its comb turned blood red.

"Why don't we try some more?"

Its claws dug into the ground, leaving plow marks on the stainless steel floor.

"Hey, it's all in the past, why do you keep bringing it up?"

Niuma said with a wry smile.

"Humph. You don't want to fight, right? If you don't want to fight, then go out and get the goods."

"Smuggled goods?"

The cow and horse frowned.

"That's right. I admit the loss of the last batch of goods that failed to pass the inspection. But with so many people lost, I can't just say nothing."

"It just so happens that you are not from the kitchen, so help me vent this anger."

The white-feathered chicken nodded heavily.

"That gang is not easy to deal with. What good can I do for them?"

Niuma asked.

"The matter of Vlad III is even. As for your men, I can give him a glass of golden mead."

The white-feathered chicken glanced at Liu Zheng and said.

“So generous?”

The cattle and horses also looked at Liu Zheng.

"Are you going or not? Let me make it clear first. If a fight really breaks out, I may not be able to take care of you."

It said.

"What is golden mead?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You've gone crazy once, haven't you?"

The white-feathered chicken asked back.

"Yes."

He said frankly.

Nowadays, it is not shameful to be sick, but if you are not sick, you are not a human being.

"If you go crazy again, you'll hear the gospel again."

The white-feathered chicken said quietly.

Chapter 45 Yuanshen Sect

Somewhere in the dark, Liu Zheng seemed to hear the endless chanting again.

"Golden Mead can help me?"

he asked.

"can."

The white-feathered chicken said firmly.

"Okay, I'll go."

Liu Zheng agreed.

He will have to stay in this world for a long time, and he may even have to use sick leave. There are too many opportunities for him to lose his rationality.

"You are too weak now. If you go out, you will only embarrass the people in the restaurant."

The white-feathered chicken shook its head at him.

Then you still let me go?

Liu Zheng curled his lips.

What else could he do? He couldn’t ask the novelist to order takeout again, right?

White-feathered Chicken walked over to a separate knife rack and took out a Western chef's knife.

"I'll lend you this first. I hope it will be full when it comes back."

It held the knife handle upside down and handed it into Liu Zheng's hand.

"Name: Gluttony"

"Type: Equipment"

"Quality: Perfect"

“Effect 1: Food cut by a kitchen knife will return to its best condition (limited to below fine quality).”

"Effect 2: Enemies cut by the kitchen knife will have their portions eaten equal to their appetite."

"Effect 3: After the kitchen knife is full, the player can transform into a 'gluttonous demon' for one minute."

"Note: If it tastes good, eat more."

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

Why does this knife look so familiar?

Liu Zheng looked at Niu Ma's chest, thoughtfully.

That time when it came back from stealing the limited edition of Vlad III, it seemed to have this one stuck on its chest.

"What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll smash your head into pieces."

The cattle and horses raised their hooves in protest.

"whispering sound."

I feel comfortable being stabbed by others, but I feel embarrassed being criticized by them.

"Salmon, you go too. You are only responsible for checking the ingredients. Let the two of them do the negotiation and fighting."

The white-feathered chicken said to the calico cat.

"Okay meow."

The calico cat jumped off the stool and came over to them.

"I think it should be able to fight better than me."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"The claws you use to wash vegetables are not for scratching people."

The white-feathered chicken said coldly.

Although it was just a chicken, at this moment it showed the aura of an emperor.

The emperor of the kitchen.

He couldn't help but admire it a little.

"Listen to its bragging, these guys are actually desperate criminals. They have killed more people than the takeaways you have delivered."

The cow and horse told the truth.

"You talk too much. Go pick up the goods."

The white-feathered chicken turned and walked away, leaving them with a chic back.

“It’s the most pretentious restaurant in the whole restaurant.”

Niuma shook his head and took the man and the cat to the exit of the kitchen.

Unlike the absolute darkness of the takeaway passage, the kitchen passage is spacious and bright, and the floor is paved with marble tiles.

Liu Zheng could vaguely smell the scent of incense.

"Boss, isn't this gap a bit too big?"

He couldn't help but complain.

"You know nothing. Because they stink, they use incense to cover it up. Because their hearts are dark, they long to be in the light."

Niuma replied in an aria-like tone.

Liu Zheng couldn't help but look at it with admiration.

This guy usually speaks vulgar words, but I didn't expect him to say such philosophical words.

"Wow, you've also read Shiroko's poems, meow."

The calico cat interrupted.

"Bai Langzi?"

This name sounds familiar.

Oh, I remember now, isn’t this the author of the poetry manuscript that Niu Ma gave him?

Liu Zheng took out the Snake Man's manuscript and found the two lines of poetry that Niu Ma had just said on it.

He looked at Niu Ma with a strange expression, and the latter showed a guilty look.

"Hurry up, hurry up. Talking about poetry while you're working is so vulgar."

It kicked its hooves and strode forward.

Liu Zheng and the calico cat smiled at each other and quickly followed.

Soon, they walked out of the passage.

At this time, it was already dusk outside.

The dark red sun was dying, and the blood-red moon was staring at it hungrily.

In the shadow of a corner not far away, several people wearing linen cloaks and iron masks were standing there quietly.