Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead

Mutual Aid Kitchen.

The ogre chefs hastily put on their aprons.

The big boss, Zhao Bin, has an order to hold a banquet for the second and third bosses today, and ask the chefs to cook a table of sumptuous delicacies.

"Hurry up and push it over!" The head chef shouted behind the blood-stained transparent rain cloth.

There was a creaking sound of the rolling wheel, as if something heavy was pressing on it.

With the rain cloth opened.

Soon a pale ogre came pushing the meat rack.

On the shelf hung a two-legged sheep that had just been bled.

This two-legged sheep came to the Mutual Aid Club yesterday.

Because he refused to join the gang, he was thrown into the food warehouse for the big boss Zhao Bin to return to enjoy.

At this moment, the two-legged sheep had been severed from the elbow to the shoulder.

The two bones that had been removed from the flesh were rumbling in the pressure cooker next to them.

Clang!

Clang!

The head chef held two boning knives emitting a cold light, and polished them with both hands to create bursts of sparks.

After the head chef is satisfied, he walks to the hanging two-legged sheep and begins to slowly cut off the belly and legs.

"plate."

Following the chef's order, the pale-faced ogre graciously handed over a large white plate.

Swish!

Swish!

Large pieces of meat were poured onto the white plate one after another.

In a short time, the plate was already full of sliced ​​meat,

"Well, it's good to make soup later."

The chef looked at the result and nodded in satisfaction.

The ogre at the side put the plate on the kitchen counter, and quickly grabbed a clean white towel to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on the head chef's forehead.

"Hmph, the kid has a lot of eyesight."

The head chef snorted coldly, and glanced at the new man with glasses who arrived today.

"Hey! Thank you for not giving up, I came to the kitchen to help you, please take care of me in the future!"

The spectacled ogre took out a pack of red cigarettes from his pocket, and stuffed it quietly into the head chef's pocket.

The latter glanced at the other chefs and said, "The boy is quite good at life."

"Okay, don't these two-legged sheep have a wife? Push them over."

The time given by the boss, Zhao Bin, was very tight, and the head chef didn't want to hear this man with glasses babbling.

If it made Zhao Bin unhappy, it would be the end of his head chef.

There was another creaking sound.

An iron frame was slowly pushed by the man with glasses.

It is different from the previous iron frame.

This time the two-legged sheep is a female.

Still a living female!

At this moment, a tattered rag was stuffed into the female's mouth, and the exposed body was tied to an iron frame in a large letter shape.

Its black and beautiful hair has been shaved.

With tears streaming down her face, she struggled with the rope around her neck, and turned her head to look at her husband on the iron frame with all her strength.

There was a sobbing sound from the tightly gagged mouth.

Clang!

Clang!

The head chef strode forward as before, aimed at the fat and plump piece of meat and cut it.

But unlike before, this time the head chef didn't cut too much.

There were only six small pieces on the plate.

"Well, I can make wontons later."

The head chef nodded in satisfaction looking at the two-legged female sheep who was missing two things.

Compared with the male two-legged sheep, the female two-legged sheep has smoother skin.

Compared with the male two-legged sheep, when it is afraid, it will sweat less, and it is more delicious and tender.

The meat of the male Two-legged sheep is too fishy and unpalatable.

"Take good care of it!" The head chef told the spectacled ogre beside him, "Don't die, this will take three days to eat."

After these few days of hard training, the head chef has already gained a lot of experience in cooking two-legged sheep.

The two-legged sheep's life can be maintained within three days, and only such ingredients are delicious.

Just as the spectacled ogre nodded and bowed, ready to push off the iron frame.

The head chef fixed his eyes on the inner thigh of the female Two-legged sheep, and stopped him loudly: "Wait a minute!"

The man in glasses didn't understand, but he stopped and pushed him back to the head chef.

"Big Boss likes to eat hot pot. In this cold weather, some hot pot meat rolls are also good."

The poor Two Feet Sheep had already passed out from the pain before, but at this moment he woke up again from the pain.

Two Feet Sheep watched as the head chef continued to slice meat on the skin of his inner thigh.

Feeling the heart-piercing pain, the two-legged sheep can't do anything.

Two-legged sheep couldn't do anything except whining and struggling.

I can only watch myself slowly being buried in the intestines of others.

After the catastrophe, the end of the world strikes.

Human life is like a mustard, and a human body is like a chicken and a duck.

In the kitchen, chefs are busy like bees.

There is the sound of chopping bone chopping meat.

There was a crackling sound of big bones breaking.

There was also the screech of hot oil pouring down.

For a while, the kitchen was in full swing.

time flies.

With the sound of the pressure cooker.

Finally, the broth hot pot base that big boss Zhao Bin loves came out.

The head chef took all kinds of condiments and began to process them quickly.

Wait until everything is over.

The head chef sniffed the smell of meat in the kitchen, and swallowed greedily.

If it was before the catastrophe, maybe he could steal a little bit of it quietly.

but now.

The head chef didn't dare.

He was afraid that after doing this, the next meal on the plate would be his own.

Clap!

The head chef waved his hands, attracting the attention of all the chefs.

"Come on, don't wait until you get sick and lose your dignity." The chef took out the three injections that the big boss had just given him from his arms.

The transparent injection contained a potion of unknown purpose.

The faint green fluorescence is a bit like the spiritual potion that Qi Lin often drinks.

But compared with the latter, the fluorescence of this injection is really too weak.

It looks like it has been diluted,

The head chef was the first to pull out the metal needle cover, grinning excitedly and piercing his own neck.

There are a few needle holes remaining in its fat neck.

For the remaining four chefs, two injections were given out.

After everything is over, the chefs throw the spent injections into the trash can.

Then he took many dishes on the big iron plate to the VIP box upstairs.

There Zhao Bin and the two new bosses are waiting to taste.

Wait until the chefs leave.

The spectacled ogre was no longer as reserved as before.

He swooped to the trash can, picked up the potion and broke it open, then used his tongue to lick the remaining liquid on the wall.

Even though the tongue was scratched by the sharp residue and blood flowed out.

Glasses also just pretend not to know.

Even, the passing feeling made him feel a little excited.

After licking, lick the glasses tongue on the lips for a week.

After closing his eyes and thinking about it for a while, he began to rummage through the leftovers in the trash can.

As usual, these leftovers will not be given up by the chefs.

But now, it's time for the big boss to entertain important guests.

The head chef naturally dare not neglect, let alone cut corners.

Those leftovers that the head chef despises have now become the favorite of the spectacled ogre.

He gulped down the bloody chunks of meat.

click.

Even the bones were broken by his force.

The blood-stained tongue greedily drilled into the hollow of the bone and licked the remaining bone marrow like a study.

The Spectacled Ogre was just added today.

In the ogre fraternity, he, like other ogres, has no way to go back.

If he gave up eating, he would suffer a 50% reduction in basic attributes.

Not to mention whether giving up eating will become a hanging ingredient in the next moment.

How can he get out after just giving up?

Even if he went out, it would be difficult for him to survive.

To live, at this moment, release all of him.

When the spectacled ogre was gnawing on the meat and bones.

Suddenly a gust of wind blows.

Immediately afterwards, his white eyes rolled up.

There was a muffled bang and he fell to the ground unable to move.

Not long after, he foamed at the mouth and died.

On its dead face, there was an expression of fear similar to that of the previous Two-legged sheep.

Ogre Mutual Aid.

basement.

Three ogres who had just changed shifts were changing blood bags.

They first pulled the silver needle out of the survivor's body.

"It's amazing, once you unplug it, there is no such orange light!"

An ogre looked at the spotless silver needle in his hand and said in amazement: "My dear, it's not stained with blood!"

"Hurry up and do things! Don't push me!" Another ogre replied angrily.

The blood bags that have been pumped are carefully stored in the freezer.

Then take out a clean and empty blood bag and replace it.

With the silver needle re-submerged into the survivor's body.

The latter's body trembled for a while, and then the silver needle emitted orange-red magic patterns again.

After that, they took ordinary medical needles and stuck them at the elbows of the survivors, and hung them with the nutrient solution brought back by the big boss tonight.

"Do you know how to use the medical equipment brought back by the big boss?"

An ogre finished his work and looked at the various equipment from the intensive care unit of the hospital piled up in the box next to him.

"I only know that these gadgets can monitor their vital signs in real time, so I don't know how to use them!" The companion replied angrily.

"What do you think you are doing with these devices?"

"What can you do? It's clear that you want to smoke more times!" The companion glanced at him: "Did you eat too much meat these days, and your spirit has declined a bit quickly? Why do you feel that your mind is getting more and more chaotic? "

"Without raw blood, this meat has no taste."

The ogre's answer was irrelevant, which made the companion subconsciously take a quick step back.

If you can't get the supplement of spiritual medicine, you will lack the continuous eating of raw meat.

These ogres will gradually lose their sanity, and then fall into madness until they die suddenly.

"What do you know! The more you smoke, the more things the boss will bring back!"

"Without those good things, we will go crazy and die sooner or later!"

"Tomorrow morning, the big boss will probably go out with a blood bag to exchange supplies again, you."

The two ogres are communicating.

Suddenly a gust of wind blows.

Soon an ogre fell to the ground with a plop.

This frightened the companion to retreat to the corner immediately.

"What’s wrong with you???"

In the blink of an eye, the companion saw that the ogre fell to the ground with white eyes, foaming at the mouth, and died.

"Haunted?"

The frightened companion opened his legs and was about to run out, but he hadn't gone a few steps.

With a plop, he also fell to the ground and soon followed in his footsteps.

Mutual Aid Periphery.

The snow in the cold city is still floating.

Floating bigger and bigger.

After various fortifications.

The ogre, covered in snow, was devouring raw meat.

They gnawed and cursed.

Because the kitchen has been requisitioned for the new second and third bosses.

So today they can only eat bloody raw meat.

"It's not bad to eat raw, it will add more physique."

An ogre in charge of defense command gnawed at the raw meat.

Before transforming into an ogre, he accidentally added some spirit.

Because of this, he was entrusted by Zhao Bin with the heavy responsibility of peripheral defense.

At the same time, he can also have a diluted long-acting spiritual potion as a reward every day.

Due to the crazy nature of ogres, occasionally they can't control their emotions and yell.

Zhao Bin himself has no opinion on this.

For him, these ogres are just consumables, and they have to be replaced every few days.

Just scold, scold, Zhao Bin doesn't care.

Several ogres were biting at the raw meat, discussing the deliciousness last time.

"I think it's still delicious for little girls."

"The one with thin skin and tender meat is really delicious!"

Another ogre said: "I prefer to eat muscular men, which are chewy, and the bone marrow is also delicious."

Suddenly, the leading ogre only felt the cold around him increase.

Before he asked something suspicious, he was dragged into the nightmare world by Lao Jiu.

Soon, he fell to the ground and died.

The rest of the ogres saw the sudden death of their companions.

I didn't think too much about it, I just thought that my spirit had fallen into a negative value and died suddenly.

This kind of thing is very common and happens several times a day.

An ogre with red eyes and already in a state of madness rushed forward.

With a click, the arm that was still warm was snapped off, and he started to eat it.

Seeing this, the other ogres also stepped forward to share their food on the spot.

The more you eat, the more physical you will be.

As for the negative state of madness?

Let him go!

If there is no power in this world, it will be dead anyway.

Chewing, clicking, smacking.

All kinds of gobbling sounds filled the heavy snow.

But eating and eating, they fell to the ground and died violently one after another.

None of the hot weapons they were complacent about were used.

Under Lao Jiu's dimensionality reduction blow, all the ogres responsible for the peripheral defense were killed silently.

"I didn't use it, and I didn't ask anything."

Lao Jiu's Yin Qi was surging, he turned and floated to the VIP box upstairs.

Only corpses without wounds were left.

The snow in the cold city is still floating.

And it's getting bigger and bigger.

Inside the VIP box.

The candlelight flickers endlessly, creating a romantic atmosphere for a candlelight dinner.

If there are not three men dining.

The small dining table is filled with all kinds of delicacies, and there are three small hot pots.

In the corner of the private room, two chefs stood with their arms tied, waiting to be summoned.

Originally, Zhao Bin proposed to go to the next door and use the huge dining table for entertainment.

But considering Qin Youyi's factors, Qi Lin made an excuse: "I'm introverted, so the dining table should be smaller."

Although Zhao Bin was a little puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions.

The smaller dining table is also convenient for him to get involved.

Qin Youyi, Black Wind, the black warrior controlled by Qi Lin, and Zhao Bin.

The two of them sat behind the table, silently watching the three chefs keep busy.

Qi Lin reached into his arms, grabbed the reconnaissance totem, and launched it.

[Magic Seed]: Zhao Bin, the Betrayer

[Occupation]: Ogre

[Level]: 5 (experience 3%) (black iron rank)

[Status]: hungry

【Physical】: 15 (14)

【Spirit】: 5 (1.8)

[Talent]: Cannibalism

Zhao Bin's data surprised Qi Lin.

Not too high, but too low.

Qi Lin thought that he should have at least 20 basic physical fitness points.

After all, he is also a big brother.

But its data information is a bit pitiful.

From the perspective of the ordinary Chosen group, Zhao Bin's attributes are already impressive.

It's even comparable to the top-notch people in the military.

But for Qi Lin, it's too low.

Just as Qi Lin was thinking, Zhao Bin, who was sitting not far across from him, trembled.

"Sorry, I have an old illness." Zhao Bin smiled apologetically, and quickly took out an injection from his arms.

It was the exact same injection that the ogre chef had just used.

Qi Lin looked at the shining green light inside, and felt that it should be a spiritual potion.

But its concentration feels a little thin, as if it has been diluted.

Zhao Bin found that Qi Lin had been staring at his injection.

He handed it to Qi Lin generously and said, "Insulin, you need a shot before eating."

Qi Lin waved his hands, and Zhao Bin smiled and threw the injection to the head chef in the distance.

And Qin Youyi beside Qi Lin scratched his head and said honestly: "Is the symptom corresponding to insulin is hand tremor?"

Qi Lin kicked him under the table, but said nothing.

Qin Youyi felt something was wrong, but he didn't say much.

"Let's eat." Zhao Bin smiled and didn't answer, and reached out to take the 1982 Moutai from the head chef.

He got up and walked in front of Qi Lin and the two of them. With a flick of his thumb, the wine bottle cap was knocked out.

Zhao Bin held the wine bottle and filled their glasses.

Then he returned to his seat, got up and served Qi Lin and Qin Youyi with dishes.

"The lamb meat was found in the cold storage of the supermarket next door."

Zhao Bin's enthusiastic smile did not seem to be fake, and he picked up fresh slices of meat with his chopsticks and put them on Qi Lin's plate.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Youyi was also included.

Qin Youyi looked at the piece of meat in front of him and felt something was wrong.

As the third generation of the army, he has eaten all kinds of food that should be eaten.

But right now, the texture of this piece of meat always feels that something is wrong.

And its meat is very fresh.

It's like it's just been filmed.

The small hot pot next to it was gurgling and steaming.

The aroma of bone soup in it is overflowing, which makes people's appetite greatly increased by smelling it.

Maybe it was Zhao Bin's contagious smile that made Qin Youyi let go.

Without thinking about it, he put the meat slices into the pot.

Then he got up unrestrained and wanted to pinch some sliced ​​meat.

Qin Youyi hasn't eaten hot pot for a long time, and it's still meat!

But just as he got up, he was pushed down by Qi Lin who raised his hand next to him.

Qi Lin ignored the doubtful Qin Youyi, and slowly got up and put a plate of peanuts and a plate of kelp shreds that were obviously vacuum-packed in front of him.

Facing Qin Youyi's question mark, Qi Lin sat down again, and said calmly: "Eat some vegetables to supplement vitamins, when you are growing up."

Qin Youyi:? ? ? ?

Qin Youyi muttered: "Brother, how long have I been here?"

Before he finished speaking, he only felt a pain in his foot, and his whole body shivered, so he didn't say any more.

Qi Lin under the table stepped on him again.

This time Qin Youyi was honest.

Picking up the bowl, he lowered his head and ate the peanuts and shredded kelp that Qi Lin brought just now, without saying a word.

"Hehe, this handsome man doesn't look very old. He still needs to eat more meat when he grows up."

Zhao Bin laughed and got up again to pinch Qin Youyi's meat.

Qi Lin shook his head, his heart was getting more and more hostile, he didn't want to listen anymore.

Even though Wanda is already surrounded by undead, he has nothing to do except wait.

But now the rise of hostility made him a little irritable.

So he suddenly reached out and pressed Zhao Bin's wrist.

"You wasted a lot of my time."

A hoarse voice sounded: "Let's get down to business, who is the force behind you?"

"Who gave you the silver needle?"

The sudden change shocked the people in the room.

Qin Youyi on the side was also dumbfounded, wondering what happened to his cousin who had been lost for many years.

"Presumptuous!" The chef on the side rushed forward, raising his fat hand to slap the black warrior on the head.

"Stop!" Zhao Bin swallowed while feeling the force from his wrist, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

This strength is no weaker than him!

You know, he has eaten a lot of talents to achieve such strength!

But right now, this man in black clothes, with a face scarf, and nondescript black sneakers on his feet

It actually suppressed him firmly!

A look of fear flashed in Zhao Bin's eyes, and the basic attributes were not dominant.

If it is the chosen one, then if it has a combat skill.

Even if it is an F-level combat skill, it is not something Zhao Bin can compete with!

Regardless of the severe pain in his wrist, Zhao Bin turned his head and yelled at the bewildered head chef, "I think it's you who is presumptuous!"

"How do you talk to Second Brother?" Zhao Bin scolded angrily, "Slap your mouth!"