Guo Shouque did not move at all.
From the moment he unfolded Self Incarnation until now, he had been sitting in his rocking chair, lazily bathing in the bloody light, like an old man basking in the sun.
Even if the sky fell and the earth cracked outside, it had nothing to do with him.
He was too lazy to move.
In the faint whine, he hummed the tune of the past intermittently, enjoying this moment of leisure as if he was sleeping.
The filthy bloody light and malice surrounded him, and immediately, they fled out in fear, forming a faint 'clear area' around the small courtyard.
Under the rocking chair, his shadow was like a ripple of water, wriggling slowly, changing between various ferocious outlines, faintly making sneering sounds. Compared to the malice and disaster entangling in his body, the so-called Self Incarnation was not worth mentioning!
At best, today's haze was just a little too big.
How should he put it, it was quite exciting!
In this slow rocking, he recalled the scene before he set off.
The old customer who came to his door after a long time, an old acquaintance.
"Go to Yingzhou?"
At that time, Guo Shouque was carelessly cooking his pickled vegetables. "The Cooking Demon Competition? Forget it, I'm old, my body is stiff, I don't want to move. "
"When you're too quiet, you should think about moving. It's not bad to move your legs occasionally."
Xuan Niao occupied his rocking chair, holding a bowl of white fungus porridge in his hand from the refrigerator. After entering the door, he did not stop talking. "There should be some new things there, maybe there will be a surprise, you shouldn't feel bored."
"Are you sure?" Guo Shouque raised his eyes, somewhat moved.
He was not afraid that Xuan Niao would trick him.
They had known each other for so many years, they had dealt with each other a lot, they knew each other very well. If Xuan Niao wanted to trick him, he had a hundred thousand ways to make him unlucky, there was no need for him to come personally and waste his breath.
Moreover, this guy never spoke without thinking, he would not act until he saw a rabbit.
Guo Shouque had to admit that he was curious about the surprise from Xuan Niao's mouth.
He thought for a moment and asked, "What do you need me to do?"
"Be a chef, otherwise, why would I need you to fight and kill?" Xuan Niao stood up again, grabbed the spoon and poured himself a big bowl of soup. He continued to slurp, "Just do what you want to do. Treat it as a public holiday."
"And then they fired you while eating hotpot and singing?"
Guo Shouque sneered, "Besides, are you so sure that I will do things to your liking?"
"Aren't we close?"
Mystic Bird raised his head and showed a loyal and kind smile. There was still a piece of tremella that Guo Shouque cooked last night on his beard.
Arrangements were written all over his face.
Although this old fellow was not very good at fighting, nor was he very good at dealing with matters. His performance among the Ascendants of his generation had never stood out, the reason why he was able to sit on the position of the King of the Lineage was not only because of his stability and willpower, but also because of his grasp of the general situation.
He could always send the most suitable person to the most suitable place at the most suitable time.
Intuitively, there was nothing that could not be done by that guy as a matchmaker.
It was similar to the results obtained after using big data and a huge amount of information to match in the Cyberpunk world. It was simply a match made in heaven, more useful than Cupid's stuff.
With this ability, he did not even have to bring money with him when he went to the wedding banquet. When he left, he could even bring a few red envelopes to thank the matchmaker. And every time, he had to bring back two pig heads from Guo Shouque for free.
He took advantage of the situation more than anyone else, but he still had to be thanked.
Routines could be copied, and operations could be learned, but the ability and vision of operations could not be learned by others at all.
Guo Shouque shook his head and sneered, "I always feel that you came to me for no good reason. Maybe these two pieces of old bacon will be thrown into the pit for you … I heard that the last time Kuafu went out to deliver a package for you, he was pressed to the ground and beaten by Tyr!"
"He caused the trouble himself. What does it have to do with me!"
Mystic Bird widened his eyes innocently, "He can't blame me for spitting everywhere!"
"That depends on who sent him to spit."
Guo Shouque had a look of disdain on his face that said, "I know you well." They were all old foxes for a thousand years. Why are you acting like a strange story?
"Don't worry, don't worry. This time, you will definitely be very successful."
Mystic Bird patted his chest and promised.
Guo Shouque did not doubt this.
This kind of thing was like the sky was blue and people would die.
As long as Mystic Bird said that you would be successful, you would be successful. Very successful, very successful. Just like when Bai Ze said that you were lucky, your luck would definitely be very good.
As long as you took it slow and steady, you would eventually get what you wanted.
But this kind of feeling of working for free made him very uncomfortable. You go to work, I will make money … Guo Shouque had been taken advantage of by him many times.
What was even more infuriating was that Mystic Bird actually picked up the spoon and made another bowl for himself.
"Don't eat it. I made a pot and you almost finished it! Are you a Mystic Bird or a Mystic Pig? " Guo Shouque was angry. He snatched the spoon and stuffed it back into the refrigerator with the casserole, "Get out, get out!"
"You agreed?"
Mystic Bird smacked his lips and looked around, "Did you see pickled mustard just now? Bring some back for me. The children are growing and need nourishment. "
Ten minutes later, he was driven out by Guo Shouque, who was flustered and exasperated.
In addition to the pickled mustard jar in his hand, he also carried an extra bun of bacon. He returned with a full load.
Things were settled at that time.
Kua Fu went to the abyss to deliver the express, Guo Shouque went to Yingzhou to be a cook, and Mystic Bird went home to eat pickled mustard.
Everyone had a bright future.
.
Now, thunder fell from the sky.
Guo Shouque finally raised his eyes from the rocking chair. There was no vivid white in his dark eyes. He quietly stared at the blazing light falling from the sky.
He casually kicked the bamboo basket beside him.
The lid of the bamboo basket was suddenly lifted. The darkness swayed, and a strange shadow flew out of it, reflecting on the blood-colored glass sky curtain.
It was like a large and invisible mouth that casually swallowed the endless lightning into its stomach. Then, it slowly shrank back. Then, the lid of the bamboo basket slowly closed.
Please enter the trap.
"Yingzhou is really a place with good feng shui."
Guo Shouque lowered his head and stared at the trembling bamboo basket. He slowly raised his eyebrows, "There are ingredients delivered to my door while lying down? How interesting … Kanda Moriaru? "
"Who is calling me?"
Now, when the old face appeared from the shattered sky, Kanda smelled the ominous aura in the air. His mind turned quickly, and he recognized the familiar aura. He couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"You are a person of the Eastern Summer genealogy! You attacked a member of the Luming Hall on the territory of Yingzhou. Do you want to stir up the conflict between the two countries? Immediately unlock the secret here! "
"You are thinking too much. You may be able to represent the Luming Hall, but this old man can't represent the Eastern Summer genealogy … At most, I am just a chef passing by."
Guo Shouque laughed strangely. He raised his hand and increased the fire under the bamboo basket. He raised his head and said, "In other words, you have not angered the Eastern Summer genealogy, but me."
That strange smile and pitch-black eyes brought about an omen of unease.
Looking at the strange scene around him, Kanda Moriaru widened his eyes and shot out lightning with all his might. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tear apart the sticky black sea, nor could he break free from this secret ritual.
Instead, he felt the heat growing in his body bit by bit.
Lightning, which was a plasma phenomenon … was actually afraid of burning!
"What is the meaning of this!"
He was furious, "Aren't you the one who initiated the attack and started the trouble?!"
"You can't say it like that."
Guo Shouque raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of salt down.
The fine salt fell from his fingertips and landed in the bamboo basket. It quickly enlarged and turned into a huge object that was the size of a mountain. It whistled as it entered the sea.
It caused the boiling sticky black sea below to become even more strange.
Behind the countless bubbles, eye-like objects raised their heads and coldly looked at the God of Thunder.
The Heaven Shaking Drum was played loudly and lightning spread out. However, this time, the huge gravitational force was unable to disperse. Countless sticky limbs wrapped around teeth and endlessly stretched out towards the lightning in the air …
Bit by bit, they wanted to pull him into the deepest darkness!
A hoarse and deep laughter sounded from there. It was filled with malice and indescribable malevolence from the abyss.
It mocked his resistance.
"Therefore, your Luming Hall, isn't it... too arrogant? Other than smashing his stove, is there any other way to infuriate a chef? "
Guo Shouque rubbed the garlic in his hand and unhurriedly took off the thin layer of garlic clothing. He leisurely told him, "Since this old man was born, for more than 190 years, there has only been one thing that I have thought about day and night. I have neglected sleep but did not dare to forget to eat, and that is cooking.
For cooking, this old man is willing to pay any price, even if I have to give up my life … But now, I have no wife, no children, and was betrayed by my own disciple. I have lost one-third of my sense of taste and all of my sense of smell. It is difficult to recover from this illness. Such a miserable life, it is hard to say. "
"One of the few pleasures is just bullying the young …"
As he sighed, he crushed the garlic in his hand into paste and casually threw it into the bamboo basket. A spicy smell spread out. Like a giant iceberg, it stirred up the boiling black sea.
As the black sea boiled, Guo Shouque lowered his head and looked at his face. "Now, after you have taken away my little pleasures, you want to blame me for stirring up trouble?"
"This is too unreasonable, isn't it?"
He smiled and asked, "Isn't this too self-talk?"
At that moment, after not seeing it for decades, Kanda Kagami once again felt the feeling of his heart being constricted. That kind of smile was more unsettling than any cold words or ferocious expression.
It was like … looking at a fish on a chopping board.
It was calm, peaceful, and full of anticipation.
"You … What do you want to do?!"
Kanda Kagami asked in a low voice. Behind him, the Heaven Shaking Drum suddenly roared. The Lamenting Mallet in his hands broke and smashed into the drum, almost destroying itself.
Brilliant lightning surged into the sky, turning into a sea of lightning that stretched for thousands of miles.
Thunder God Descends.
In an instant, the bamboo basket was covered in cracks, and black fog rose up.
A strand of scorching lightning shot out like a spear, piercing through Guo Shouque's face and head and extending backward. Thousands of miles long, the blazing light tore apart the membrane of his embryo and shot out into the sky.
However, after the head was shattered, what appeared was even more ferocious than the fragments.
The spirit that had been frozen and entangled opened its thousands of eyes, looking at Kanda Kagami's stunned expression. It was still smiling.
"Don't be afraid. I am just a chef. Why would I hit someone?"
The countless screams overlapped and gradually turned into Guo Shouque's old voice. "I just want to make a bowl of old soup to nourish my body …"
He raised his hand and closed the lid of the bamboo basket.
It was time to make the soup.
"However, you must be careful."
Guo Shouque's shattered head slowly regenerated. His face closed, and when his lips opened, he spoke in a sincere voice.
This was his final reminder.
"This pot of old soup that has been cooked in hell for tens of thousands of years can eat people …"
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