In a trance, Guo Shouque seemed to see a fleeting illusion from the steam rising from the pot.
In the illusion, there was a yellow and white dog squatting alone on the road. When it looked back, tears appeared in its eyes.
Don't kill me, please don't kill me!
What did I do wrong to be tortured by you? Why are you doing this to me?
That innocent and resentful voice resounded in his ears, making him feel the bitterness — the soft rice in his mouth and the fish in the pot suddenly didn't taste good.
The happiness belonged to others, and he had nothing.
Guo Shouque's chewing paused for a moment, and the ivory chopsticks trembled slightly. At this moment, he actually felt an unprecedented … loneliness!
At this moment, for some reason, all the people in the audience had a strange illusion.
— He was like a dog.
"So lowly.
As the taste gradually turned from strong to bitter, Guo Shouque raised his head and experienced this novel taste. "So lowly that it's not even worth mentioning … Miss Huai Zhi, your malice is really delicious!"
He raised his head and threw a big spoonful of fish and soft rice into his bottomless throat. Guo Shouque grinned and laughed heartily. "Even if it's dog food, it's still sweet!"
Behind him, his white hair moved without wind, and a thick darkness slowly rose, turning into a violent flame that rose wantonly.
A terrifying aura spread out from his body.
It turned the entire arena into a literal … hell.
Just the soul radiation of this person was enough to break the seal of the realm and form such a terrible pollution.
Such a terrifying calamity and accumulation had completely exceeded their expectations.
Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
He had never seen such a scary single dog.
It was just eating dog food, right?
Why was it so sour? Fortunately, he didn't take out the bag he earned on the night of the witch, otherwise, wouldn't this old man explode on the spot?
There was also the cost of the stone marrow hall and the small amount of money he had on his card …
As well as his own corrupted character.
It was really too scary.
Now, under the stimulation of this sense of lowliness and anger, Guo Shouque opened his mouth and burst out with endless appetite and strength.
Under the stimulation of the malicious intent, an even greater malicious intent was born.
Everything on the table was swept clean.
As if it wasn't enough, it picked up the plate and pot, stretched out its extremely long tongue, and sucked away the last drop of soup.
Carefree, beaming with joy.
"How does it taste?"
Huai Shi asked as he looked at his violent state.
"Wonderful! Unfortunately, it's still not enough! "
Guo Shouque raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. He licked the remaining bloody taste in his mouth and sucked his own blood with relish.
While Yu Yun was still savoring the aftertaste, he suddenly said, "Miss Huai Zhi, do you know what the core of an Abyss Chef is?
What is it that makes the Culinary Demons unique in the abyss and allows us to form such a huge organization, standing side by side with the Calamity Musicians, Doomsday Painters, and Dark Barbers at the top of the 'Cemetery of the Returnless'? "
Huai Shi was stunned. He didn't think that he would ask this question. He also realized that … he had never thought about it before.
"Are you trying to say that the endless desire for good food and human desire has contributed to all of this?"
"That's just the source, just the inducement. What kind of path leads from this? What kind of results are obtained? What kind of essence did you obtain? "
Guo Shouque's violence gradually calmed down, and a mysterious smile appeared on the middle-aged face. He asked and answered his own question, "Whether it's the Muse Club, the Hell Music Association, the Culinary Demon Organizing Committee, or the Barbers Association, what they represent and are proficient in is one of the greatest essences among the countless hells and disasters.
The doomsday painter of the Muse Club pursued the eternal and unchanging beauty of Hell. Thus, he extended the art of sealing fleeting calamities and sceneries into a scroll, maintaining the art of eternity.
What the calamity musicians focused on was the essence of 'change' and 'movement.' Therefore, they were good at weaving and catalyzing. They used movements to unify countless calamities into a whole, causing them to produce incredible transformations.
The Barbers are different from the Musicians. They are like gardeners taking care of the nursery, pruning disasters and miracles. They don't pay attention to integration and unification, but focus on the independence and harmony of each disaster and miracle. They correct the shortcomings and make it as close to its original pure state as possible.
Finally, there's the Infernal Culinary Demon — "
Guo Shouque crossed his fingers and smiled happily. "All the Culinary Demon skills are highly similar to alchemy. This is not without reason. Because what we pursue is to completely smelt malice and curses, to achieve transformation from furnace fire and cauldron, to complete this purer eruption! "
There was an instant of silence.
It was as if a thunderbolt had flashed across Huai Shi's mind. The fleeting electric light illuminated the original chaos, making everything suddenly clear.
Constancy, change, harmony, and eruption.
This was the essence of the Doomsday Painters, the Calamity Musicians, the Barbers, and the Culinary Demons.
Before this, Huai Shi had only used it subconsciously.
But he had never thought of such a profound place.
Not only Guo Shouque, but even the Culinary Demons below the stage had never heard such a high-level summary and answer. For a moment, they all showed an expression of disbelief.
At the same time, they became more and more suspicious.
They didn't know why Guo Shouque suddenly brought up this topic, and they didn't know what he was up to.
"Miss Huai Shi, I have to say, you are indeed a rare talent. This is just an instinctive use, and you can already achieve such an exaggerated result. It's really amazing!"
Guo Shouque propped himself up with both hands and slowly got up. He raised his cracked face, and his smile was so gratifying that it was frightening. "I, sincerely, feel … joy!"
Huai Shi was silent. Once again, he felt a sense of crisis.
But he didn't know where he had overlooked.
"Unfortunately, your delaying tactics won't work anymore."
Guo Shouque grinned, reached out, and turned on the gas under the bamboo basket. The fire rose, illuminating his gloomy face. "I've found it …"
"Your fatal weakness!"
Huai Shi instantly froze on the spot.
For a moment, he actually had a sense of panic, as if he had taken a loan to buy a house, and someone had found out that he didn't live on the subsistence allowance!
But soon after, this strange illusion had already dissipated, and what rose in his heart was a hundred percent vigilance — this kind of opponent who had no limits, it was not impossible for him to use any kind of move.
He had to concentrate.
Stay calm.
"What weakness?" Miss Huai Shi raised her hand and pulled her long hair behind her shoulder. She smiled casually. "Do I still have a weakness?" “
In fact, he was panicking.
Damn it, this old bastard couldn't have found out about his cross-dressing from Hu Po, right …? "
At the thought of his imminent social death, Huai Shi's face under the disguise became as muddy and panicked.
Guo Shouque just raised his hand, took out a stack of yellow paper full of writing from his pocket, and casually stuffed it into the fire under the stove.
The sacred and austere handwriting instantly burned with the yellow paper, leaving no ashes behind.
It was as if the handwriting had reached the sky along with the burning flames in an instant.
Huai Shi frowned. He didn't know what it was.
"You've heard of it, right, Miss Huai Shi?"
Guo Shouque said with a smile. "This is the authentic handwriting I took from the Dongxia Museum before I left. It's also one of the necessary prerequisites for the next work. It's like officially reporting to the heavens that you're an enemy. From your personality, behavior, and even your past history are all negated and degraded. It's calculated to find every weakness and opportunity you can take advantage of, magnifying and distorting them … But in the end, it's just to accuse you of a crime and find a justification for killing you next."
Guo Shouque said calmly, "Here, we're just going through the process to show our solemnity."
At that moment, the strong smell of spices rose from the bamboo basket, as if thousands of pounds of spices were burning in countless copper cauldrons. An extremely luxurious and solemn atmosphere spread out.
What followed was an indescribable majestic presence and a deep temptation. In the deepest part of the bamboo basket, something was slowly brewing, completing the final step of the process.
Finally, as the bamboo basket was opened, a bright golden light burst out from it.
It was a … pig's head!
Sure enough —
Huai Shi's pupils contracted, and his heart sank to the bottom. Such a formal ceremony was no longer within the scope of the Shaolin Prison. It was probably what he had always been most afraid of.
— Prison!
At that moment, Guo Shouque put his palms together and made a crisp sound, breaking the dead silence on the field.
"Please, Miss Huai Shi," he said. "This is today's first dish — Special Pig!"
"Is it really Prison?" Huai Shi asked seriously.
"Of course, the cow is the first, the sheep is the second, and the pig is the third … Today, in order to defeat you, there are only these three dishes!" Guo Shouque laughed strangely. "In other words, if you're still safe and sound after eating, it's my loss!"
Just like how he had provoked many cookery demons, he set down a decisive rule that was unfavorable to himself without any hesitation.
In other words … he had full confidence.
Within these three dishes, he would completely defeat Huai Shi!
"I'm afraid this is not just Special Pig, right?"
Huai Shi closed his eyes and carefully sniffed the smell in the air. From the solemn and heavy fragrance, he distinguished a different smell.
It was the smell of alcohol …
The smell of alcohol?
"Yes, I used alcohol." Guo Shouque's hands did not stop, and he prepared the next dipping sauces and dipping sauces for Huai Shi. "After all, it's an old dish. In the Zhou Dynasty, there wasn't even oil, chicken essence, and chili. The taste must not be very good. Today, it must be changed to adapt to the times."
"I'm afraid it's not just that!"
Huai Shi sneered.
That wisp of alcohol fragrance was the most important thing, the most threatening thing. From it, Huai Shi actually distinguished the faintly discernible smell of plants.
The moment he picked up his chopsticks, the alcohol fragrance became clearer, lingering at the tip of his nose and in his soul, quickly spreading.
What kind of alcohol was this?
Huai Shi could not tell.
"Brassica."
Guo Shouque smiled happily, watching the movement of picking up his chopsticks, and whispered softly, "This is a peerless wine purified by brassica …"
In that instant, Huai Shi saw it.
It was not a perilous peak, nor was it a cliff, nor was it a snake, insect, tiger, or leopard.
At this moment, what appeared in front of him was a bright golden light.
There was no obstruction.
What he saw was a great path to the heavens.
A smooth path!
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