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

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.

It was already dusk outside, the dark red sun was dying, and the blood-red moon was staring at us.

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

Instead of walking straight ahead, the cows and horses drew a quarter circle in the air.

A man in an iron mask stepped out from the shadows and drew a quarter circle in response.

"It's them, go ahead."

Niuma said.

"Are you familiar with them?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"That's very familiar. They were the ones who sold me to the restaurant."

Niuma sneered.

Hearing this, he felt a little suspicious.

He remembered Niuma said that it and Oyinke were both from the farm.

The breeding farm sounds like a formal channel, which is obviously inconsistent with the image of these people.

Liu Zheng kept the question in mind and planned to ask it again when he had the chance.

The two groups walked towards each other and met in the middle of the road.

As a smuggling activity, it is indeed a bit too blatant.

“This is the cargo this time.”

The iron-masked man in the lead pointed at a wooden box beside him and said.

He had a weird accent, a little Latin, with a little tongue flick.

His mask was also unique, with a cross painted on it, and a quarter circle in each quadrant of the cross.

Liu Zheng secretly looked at the other masked men and found that the most they had was only two quarter circles.

"Garcia, you have made it big. You have even become the chief priest."

There was a strong sense of sarcasm in Niuma's tone.

"Because I offer all my suffering to my Lord."

Garcia said calmly.

“Is it someone else’s pain?”

Niuma said coldly.

"One is ten thousand, and ten thousand is one. There is no difference between your suffering and mine. When the promised day comes, we will all become the wax of our Lord."

Garcia stretched out his hand and drew a quarter circle on the iron surface.

"Holy is my Lord."

"Holy is my Lord."

All the iron-masked men chanted devoutly.

"Go and burn yourselves. How can a false god who can't even bring the gospel pretend to be the savior?"

Niuma said bluntly.

"Ugh."

Liu Zheng sighed and quietly tightened his grip on the chef's knife.

Although the white-feathered chicken is meant for them to find fault, aren't you moving the issue too quickly?

At least check the goods first.

But to Liu Zheng's surprise, even when they were attacked so closely, the iron-faced people showed no intention of turning hostile, and did not even refute.

They just looked at the cattle and horses quietly, like statues.

"Pfft. Deliver the goods."

After a few minutes of confrontation, Niuma spat on the ground and said.

"good."

Garcia made a gesture, and several iron-masked men carried the wooden box in front of the cattle and horses.

Judging from their difficult steps and trembling bodies, the contents of the wooden boxes were obviously very heavy.

"Boom!"

The iron-masked men loosened their grip and the wooden box fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Even if granite of the same volume fell down, there would not be such a loud noise.

Liu Zheng couldn't help but feel a little curious.

“Here’s the manifest.”

Garcia took out a piece of paper and handed it to Niuma.

"Show him."

Niuma raised his chin towards Liu Zheng.

Garcia said nothing and turned around and handed it to Liu Zheng again.

Then, he looked at Liu Zheng intently a few times.

"Sir, have you ever listened to the gospel of the evil god?"

"Yes."

Liu Zheng nodded.

It seems that Mr. Li did not handle the matter cleanly either. Anyone can see that.

"Fun and interesting."

Garcia's tone was a little more excited.

“Your Excellency, could you spare a moment? I would like to introduce you to our Heavenly Father and Savior.”

"The great round god."

(End of this chapter)