"Ah!"
A loud yawn resounded through the restaurant, attracting the attention of all the people waiting in line.
Everyone squinted and looked over. Then, they saw a fat black dog lying under the Path-understanding Tree.
The black dog opened its mouth, its tongue curled out, and its eyes were half-closed. There seemed to be tears in them.
They were the tears of yawning.
Next to the black dog was a striped yellow-and-white dog with short legs. He covered his face with his paws, not wanting others to see him.
Obviously, staying with this Earth Prison Dog, who had no regard for his image, made him uncomfortable.
Lord Gou yawned, lay back down, and went back to sleep.
The only difference between the Lord Gou and the one before he became a God was that he had a yellow-and-white dog by his side.
Other than that, nothing had changed. He still loved to sleep and eat Bu Fang's Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs every day.
However, this kind of life was exactly what Lord Gou liked.
The Path-understanding Tree swayed, and the patterns on it kept moving as if there was a strong intent spreading out of it.
Lord Gou lay in front of the Path-understanding Tree, causing it to change. Lord Gou's Power of the Law seemed to seep into the tree.
Buzz …
The intent spreading out of the Path-understanding Tree was no longer an ordinary comprehension, but a comprehension of the Power of the Law.
Although it was very weak, even a little bit was like a treasure to an ordinary Great Sage.
This also made the restaurant more and more popular.
Countless experts in Earth Prison swarmed toward Acheron's little restaurant.
The battle between the gods had long since spread throughout the Infernal Realm. Yellow Springs City had protruded, and a bottomless abyss had been created outside the city. All of this had spread throughout the Infernal Realm like a legend.
Even in the Netherworld, the legend had spread.
Of course, the Patriarchs of the nine Nether Prison clans would not allow such a thing to happen, so they all took action to suppress the spread of the legend.
After all, Di Ting, the Lord of the Netherworld, was captured by Earth Prison Dog, which was not a glorious thing.
Outside Hell Acheron's Little Store.
A large number of experts were sitting cross-legged.
Among them were the Great Sage, the Little Saint, and even the toddlers who had just learned how to walk. They all sat cross-legged outside the restaurant, feeling the essence of the Path-Understanding Tree emanating from the restaurant.
The deeper they went, the more powerful existences they could see.
For example, Hades Erha, Lord Yinglong, Great Sage Acheron, and so on …
Every single one of these experts had a reputation that resounded like thunder in the ears of Hell.
Ah Zi carried the baby dragon and came to the restaurant every day to eat delicious food.
Ever since Ah Zi ate Bu Fang's dishes, she had fallen into a frenzy.
She'd settled down in Nether Spring City a long time ago.
Acheron City was such a good place, it would be a waste if she didn't stay. She couldn't foolishly leave Acheron City with the little dragon.
Time passed.
Apart from the fact that Acheron's Little Store in Acheron City had become famous …
There was also a piece of news that made everyone's hair stand on end spreading throughout the Netherworld.
"The Nether Chef Clan of the nine clans in Nether Prison has been … wiped out!"
The news came from Nether Prison and swept across the Netherworld like a storm.
Whether it was Nether Prison, Earth Prison, or the surrounding small worlds such as the Vajra Realm, they were all shocked.
That was one of the nine clans in Nether Prison!
How could they be wiped out?
Who could believe such a thing?
Unless a God intervened, how could he wipe out the Nether Chef Clan?
And it was done silently …
When people found out, the land of the Nether Chef Clan was littered with corpses and blood.
Some people even saw the Nether Chef Patriarch kneeling in the ancestral land, his head gone …
This scene spread throughout the entire Netherworld. Everyone who saw it felt their hair stand on end.
Naturally, the news also reached Earth Prison.
As a place to eat, the restaurant naturally had to chat.
Ting-dong.
The curtain of the kitchen was lifted.
Bu Fang walked out with a dish in his hand. He slowly walked to a table and placed the dish on it.
The diners at this table were experts from several top aristocratic families in Earth Prison.
They were talking to each other, their faces filled with lingering fear.
After Bu Fang placed the dish in front of them, they all smiled at Bu Fang.
Who dared to provoke Acheron's Little Restaurant nowadays?
As for Owner Bu, he naturally had enough respect for him.
Bu Fang nodded expressionlessly.
Then, he turned and was about to return to the kitchen.
"It's too tragic!"
"That scene came from Nether Prison. Tens of thousands of people in the Nether Chef Clan were all killed! Blood flowed like rivers, corpses were strewn everywhere, and a dark haze hung over the world, lingering for a long time. "
"According to my uncle who stays in Nether Prison, there are ghosts wailing in the sky above the Nether Chef Clan. Those are the remnant souls of the Nether Chef Clan!"
…
The diners were talking to each other.
Bu Fang's steps came to a halt.
He was a little puzzled. Normally, he wouldn't be interested in this kind of news.
However, since it involved the Nether Chefs, Bu Fang had to be serious.
"The Nether Chef Clan was annihilated? Why the Nether Chef Clan? Why the chef clan was annihilated … "
Bu Fang frowned as he thought to himself.
He had planned to visit the Nether Chef Clan when he had time. After all, it was a clan with ten thousand years of inheritance, and they might have some profound cooking skills.
Bu Fang went there with the intention of learning.
However, before he could go, the Nether Chef Clan was annihilated.
Bu Fang walked slowly, frowning as he listened to the things they were discussing.
However, he didn't hear anything.
Then, Bu Fang turned and went into the kitchen to continue cooking.
It was late at night.
The restaurant was closed.
In the kitchen …
Bu Fang had finished cooking.
The rich aroma of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs filled the air, lingering above the restaurant.
"Blacky, it's time to eat."
Bu Fang walked out of the kitchen and said softly.
Under the Path-Understanding Tree …
Lord Gou, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up.
His eyes widened, and he stuck out his tongue in excitement.
Today, Bu Fang's cooking skills were superb, and the food he cooked was incomparably delicious!
A plate of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs almost made Lord Gou swallow his own tongue.
Di Ting, who was lying lifelessly on the ground, also became spirited. It jumped up, its eyes wide.
Is there something to eat?
Bu Fang placed a bowl full of Sweet 'n' Sour Dragon Ribs in front of Lord Gou.
He glanced at the Harken and sighed softly.
Di Ting was also a … poor dog.
So, he found a small porcelain bowl, picked a few pieces of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs from Lord Gou's plate, and placed it in front of Di Ting.
Di Ting was so moved that he almost cried!
'This little chef is a good man!'
Bu Fang glanced at him, stood up, walked into the kitchen, and continued to bring out new dishes.
Tonight's dish was … Spicy Blood Lobster.
…
The fragrance of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs was incomparably rich. It slowly lingered as if it had turned solid, spinning in the air.
Then, it collapsed and dissipated.
Di Ting sniffed deeply, his nose twitching.
Immediately, the fragrance burrowed into his nose, making him deeply infatuated.
"It smells so good!"
Di Ting was satisfied.
However, just as he was bursting with joy, a sharp look shot at him from the side.
The look was like a sharp arrow, piercing Di Ting's heart in an instant.
"You … What are you doing?"
Di Ting's fur stood on end, and he became very vigilant.
"This is my Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs!"
Di Ting said, hurriedly stretching out his short legs and pulling the plate to his side.
Lord Gou sneered, and his fat seemed to jiggle.
Di Ting had a bad feeling as he watched.
It was an extremely bad feeling.
"Your Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs?"
Lord Gou's gentle and magnetic voice rang out.
However, the voice made Di Ting tremble all over.
"That's Lord Gou's. My Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs are all Lord Gou's!"
Lord Gou grinned, revealing his white teeth.
'Shameless!'
Di Ting wanted to cry but had no tears. He knew this mangy dog would never let go of his Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs!
The fragrant Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs … The Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs … The Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs that he had tasted once, the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs that he would never forget …
He had to stay away from him again.
"You are my God Slave. Your Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs is my Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, and my Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs is still my Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs … Understand?"
Lord Gou said to Di Ting, rolling up a piece of fragrant Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs with his tongue, putting it into his mouth and chewing.
Di Ting was filled with grief and indignation. Watching the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs on his plate disappear piece by piece, he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
"You mangy dog … You won't find a female dog if you're so shameless!"
Di Ting's whole body was trembling, and even his hair was trembling.
"Haha …"
However, such a vicious curse was nothing to Lord Gou.
"Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs is enough for me in this life. Why do I need a female dog?"
Lord Gou said.
What else could he, the Harken, say in response to such shameless words?
He was also desperate.
In the end …
There was only a small piece of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs stained with sauce left on the blue-and-white porcelain plate.
Di Ting wanted to cry but had no tears. No one bullied a dog like this!
…
Night fell.
Bu Fang walked out of the restaurant.
He gently closed the door of the restaurant. Creak.
Nethery followed at his side, holding Foxy in her arms and blinking her eyes at him.
Bu Fang obviously didn't expect You to follow him.
He looked at the latter and met her eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he rubbed the latter's head.
Then, he tore the void and stepped into it.
You followed closely behind him.
The current Bu Fang …
At the level of the Nine-revolution Great Sage, tearing the void was a piece of cake for him.
The void shattered.
Bu Fang and You walked out of it.
Their feet stepped on the solid ground.
"Oh? Nether Prison? "You seemed a little puzzled and couldn't help but whisper.
"Yes … This is Nether Prison," Bu Fang said with a serious face.
"Nether Prison … The land of the Nether Chef Clan. I want to know … why the Nether Chef Clan was wiped out."
Bu Fang said.
After that, he took the lead and walked forward.
Nethery was taken aback.
She hurried to follow him.
The extermination of the Nether Chef Clan was often discussed in the restaurant, so she naturally knew about it.
However, she didn't expect that Bu Fang would be interested in it. Was it because the exterminated chefs were the culprits?
Tap, tap, tap …
Only then did the souls howl miserably. White souls swept across the sky.
A cold, gloomy aura kept spreading.
As Bu Fang walked in the Nether Chef Clan's land, white souls with twisted faces kept flying toward him and flying away.
Bu Fang was very calm. With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked slowly.
With his current cultivation base as the Great Sage, he naturally didn't care about these ghosts.
"Oh?"
Suddenly …
Bu Fang paused, focused his eyes, and looked into the distance.
There …
Corpses were piled up all over the ground, and many stoves were burning.
Among these flames were Nether flames, Immortal flames, and some low-grade flames. However, there was no doubt that they were all burning fiercely.
It was as if there was an undying grievance that needed to be burned.
Corpses were everywhere, their heads separated from their bodies, and their faces were filled with horror.
In addition to the corpses, there were also messy plates with food piled up on the ground.
The food had been repeatedly corroded by some power and lost its spirituality, turning sour and stinky.
For the experts of the Nether Chef Clan, this was an unbelievable thing.
The dishes cooked by Nether Chefs or the Heaven Chief could not rot for ten thousand years.
It was impossible for them to rot in such a short time.
There must be some reason that caused all this.
You frowned. The rancid smell in the air made her feel a little suffocated.
"Bu Fang … Let's go. This place has become a land of death," she said.
You said.
Foxy, who was in her arms, also used its claws to cover its nose and kept nodding.
Bu Fang looked around but couldn't find anything. He sighed softly.
He nodded, turned, and was about to leave.
However …
The moment he turned, his pupils constricted.
When he turned around, he saw You.
And behind You …
Surprisingly, there was a burly figure who had evaded the probing of the divine will … and was standing there quietly!
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