There were two choices in front of Bu Fang.
Yes, they had appeared out of thin air.
However, they did not appear in the form of words.
Bu Fang felt that the ghostly green woman in front of him seemed to be peeking into his heart.
A buzzing sound rang out.
Two choices emerged.
One on the left and one on the right.
On the left was a kitchen knife and a wok, which should be used for cooking. Bu Fang was not surprised.
On the right, a graceful figure appeared.
Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her dress seemed to ripple in the wind.
Although he could not see her face clearly, there was no doubt that it represented a woman.
The nobles who were watching these scenes almost went crazy.
"I can't believe someone made it to the third level!"
"I can't believe that old fellow really found someone who can make it to the third level!"
"It's a familiar scene, and it's a choice again … I wonder what the young man will choose."
…
The nobles kept clamoring.
At this moment, Countess Xia Qiu made another bet.
Such an exciting event naturally stimulated the nobles present, and they all placed their bets on the energy disc in midair.
"Of course … He'll choose a beauty!"
"If he doesn't choose a woman, will he choose to cook?"
"There's no point in betting like this …"
The nobles did not know what to say.
However, although there was no suspense, they would not give up this opportunity.
They all placed their bets on women, which was normal.
Why did the young man make the challenge?
He must be looking for someone. Otherwise, why would he go through so much trouble to enter Void City?
And why would he risk his life to challenge the Death Challenge?
Most importantly, in Void City, the Queen of Curses hated chefs the most!
You's eyes flashed as she looked indifferently at the scene in the fighting pit.
"Do you want to bet, Goddess?"
The noblewoman asked with a smile, looking at You.
She seemed to be happy to see this.
You glanced at the noblewoman.
Countess Xia Qiu got the hint and asked someone to exchange a lot of bets for her.
Nethery took the wager and didn't say anything. She directly bet on her cooking skills …
Hmm?
Countess Xia Qiu froze, the noblewoman froze, and all the nobles present froze.
'As expected of a Cursed Goddess. She really knows how to play and has the guts to bet that the young man will choose cooking …'
I'm afraid you'll feel despair later.
In Void City, who would dare to choose cooking?
The noblewoman was stunned for a moment before she chuckled. She directly placed her bet on the opposite side of You.
For a time, the bets were one-sided.
You bet on Bu Fang's culinary skills alone.
As for the others, they all chose Bu Fang to choose women …
Phew, so exciting.
Many nobles were stunned.
If Bu Fang really chose cooking … it would really be playing with people's hearts.
You didn't say anything. She just looked at the scene with an indifferent expression. As for why she chose it, it was purely her intuition.
…
"Don't choose cooking!"
The words of the hunchbacked old man still lingered in Bu Fang's ears.
He did not understand why the old man strongly urged him not to choose cooking.
At this moment, Bu Fang finally understood.
It was a suicidal question.
The Queen of Curses hated cooking. If he chose cooking, he might really anger her and put her through all kinds of torturous tests.
If he chose women, he did not know what the consequences would be, but it should not be that easy.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Bu Fang looked at the two choices.
Little Hu and Xiaopi were lying on his shoulder. One was holding its little paws, and the other was spitting bubbles.
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly.
The purpose of Bu Fang's trip to Void City was to find You.
So …
He had to choose between cooking and women.
Was there a need to ask?
He had to choose … cooking.
Without thinking, Bu Fang flicked his finger. Energy shot out and landed on the cooking column.
As someone who wanted to become the God of Cooking who stood at the top of the food chain in the fantasy world, how could he not choose cooking and choose something else?
There was no doubt that Bu Fang had made his choice.
Cooking.
Buzz …
The light flashed and engulfed Bu Fang in an instant.
The hunchbacked old man's eyes froze, then turned gloomy.
'Why don't young people listen to the advice of old people nowadays?!' The hunchbacked old man was a little annoyed.
After choosing cooking, what he would face next was the most terrible and cruel torture.
There was no hope left.
The hunchbacked old man despaired. He sensed the same aura in Bu Fang, but … Bu Fang had disappointed him.
He had been so persistent in the past.
But what was the result?
He had nothing now.
He tried to persuade Bu Fang, but Bu Fang did not take his words seriously at all.
His purpose of entering District C and meeting that man had completely disappeared.
He had waited for ten thousand years for a man like Bu Fang, but this guy chose cooking …
Sigh.
…
The nobles were stunned.
Cooking?
They watched helplessly as Bu Fang chose cooking.
The energy poured down, shattering the cooking scene.
Everyone felt their hearts twitch. It was as if what was broken was not the picture but their bet.
Boom!
In an instant, all the nobles went crazy!
"What kind of person is he?!"
"He's courting death! This young man is dead meat! "
"Even if he enters District C, I'll fight him to the death!"
These nobles would never have thought that Bu Fang would really choose cooking.
The Queen of Curses had singled out chefs she hated, but someone was still so bold as to choose cooking!
He was courting death!
Countess Xia Qiu paused and frowned slightly.
The noblewoman was still smiling faintly.
"Wow … The Goddess was right. She's going to make a big profit this time."
The noblewoman said in a teasing tone.
You's face was still expressionless, as if what happened had nothing to do with her.
Countess Xia Qiu's expression was somewhat complicated. Looking at the upright young man in the picture, she suddenly felt as if she was looking at a man from tens of thousands of years ago.
At that time, that man also chose cooking without hesitation, and then … regretted it to this day.
Was the same thing going to happen again?
Every reenactment was a torment and shock to her soul.
…
The scene in front of him changed.
Bu Fang found himself in a dark and gloomy place.
It was a kitchen.
Bu Fang glanced around and found something fishy. Yes, it was a kitchen, but it was a little different from a normal kitchen.
Buzz …
The ghostly green figure of the Queen emerged.
The Empress sat high above as if she was sitting on a throne. She crossed her legs and looked down at Bu Fang.
"Since you've chosen cooking, you'll have to take the cooking test. If you want to enter District C, you'll have to defeat the chefs of Void City in a cooking competition."
Her cold voice echoed through the whole place.
Bu Fang frowned.
'Sure enough, it's a cooking competition …'
But soon, Bu Fang's brows relaxed.
When had he ever been afraid of a cooking competition?
"If you win the cooking competition, you can enter District C. If you lose … your soul will be extracted and sealed in Void City forever, becoming its slave for generations to come."
The Queen's voice rang out.
Bu Fang focused his eyes. The price of failure was too cruel.
Compared to this price, death was nothing.
However, since Bu Fang had made the choice, he would not give up.
"I see," Bu Fang replied.
Buzz …
A rumbling sound rang out.
Then, the door of the kitchen opened.
A wooden cart slowly drove over and piled up in front of the kitchen.
Tap, tap, tap …
The crisp sound of footsteps rang out.
Bu Fang turned and looked into the distance. There, a handsome figure slowly walked in with his hands clasped behind his back.
It was a grayish-white figure.
As he looked at him, Bu Fang frowned. A sense of déjà vu rose in his heart.
Roar!
Outside the kitchen, a clamor rang out incessantly.
Bu Fang knew very well that it was the frenzy of those numb people in District D when they learned that there was food.
"Conquer these people … Use your cooking skills to conquer them. There are one thousand exiles here. Cook your own dishes, and whoever attracts the most diners will win."
The rule was not complicated.
However, Bu Fang felt a great pressure.
The young man in front of him was proud and confident, and he emanated an aura that was exactly the same as Bu Fang's.
Bu Fang's heart skipped a beat.
'Is he the system's former host?'
Bu Fang thought to himself.
However, what Bu Fang did not know was …
Outside the kitchen …
The stooped old man knelt on the ground. His face was already covered with tears, and he was sobbing uncontrollably. The heart-wrenching grief moved anyone who heard it.
No one knew what he was grieving about.
Buzz …
With a flicker of his mind, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife and the Black Turtle Constellation Wok fell into Bu Fang's hands.
Bu Fang's eyes were indifferent.
He was also confident and proud, which was a strong belief in his cooking skills.
Bu Fang looked outside the kitchen at those fanatical people … They were crazy about that strange food.
The man in front of him chuckled. He glanced at Bu Fang.
Then, he meticulously changed into a chef's robe and washed himself with clean water.
The knife was like an ice crystal, and the wok was like a glaze.
This man seemed to be obsessed with cleanliness as he cooked.
The cooking competition began in an instant. Sizzle!
Sizzle! Sizzle!
However, as soon as the cooking competition began …
Bu Fang was stunned.
The man's movement made him a little dazed.
Swish …
The man stretched out his hand. His clean hand suddenly fell into the void.
Boom!
In front of the man, there seemed to be a surging black river.
It was the River of Curses!
It was the River of Curses, which surrounded District D!
The man reached his hand into the River of Curses, not caring that it was dirty.
With a swish, strange insects crawled all over his hand.
They were disgusting insects that lived in the curse and darkness. They crawled toward the man's hand.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows.
This fellow … was cooking?!
The man's face was stiff. He looked at those insects with disgust and disgust.
Then …
The power in his arm shook.
The bugs immediately dropped to the ground, covered in the black curse.
Buzz …
The man's other hand held the ice crystal knife, and in a flash, he slashed.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Black droplets kept splashing out.
Those were the droplets from the insects' bodies …
One by one, the insects were cut.
In just a flash, the man had slashed tens of thousands of times, cutting each insect in half …
His knife skill was enough to give Bu Fang some experience.
However, what shocked Bu Fang even more was yet to come …
The man grinned, showing an excited smile.
Those droplets fell into the glass wok. The wok kept expanding, and the droplets filled the entire wok.
Broken insect corpses, dirty curses, and turbid juice were mixed in the wok.
The man's hand shook.
He grabbed a ladle, which emitted a dazzling light, and threw it into the wok.
The dark green flame was burning.
As the ladle stirred, the juice in the wok … became more and more turbid.
The man's face became more ferocious …
Roar!
Outside the door, the people of District D, who were waiting for food, roared crazily. It was a roar of excitement!
It was a roar that could shake people's minds.
Bu Fang's face changed. He seemed to have thought of something.
He looked at the wok that the man was stirring, and his eyes shrank to the size of a sesame seed …
Because …
The liquid in the glass wok slowly became sticky …
Bits of white substance floated on top of the viscous liquid …
The corners of Bu Fang's mouth twitched. He raised his hand, covering his mouth.
Damn it …
Was this the legendary … dark cuisine?!
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