Eat ghosts, I'm serious!

It was just dawn, and Huang Tian had already been unable to hold back, and quickly rushed out the door, preparing to make the things to be used in the fierce ghost dish.

Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Knife and spoon chopping board.

Pots and pans.

In the end, I moved a large jar of high-grade rice wine brewed by the soil method, and went to the pharmacy to buy good male yellow.

When Huang Tian returned home, things were laid out in the same way.

Wash the mud pot and set it on the stove.

Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar dishes are laid out.

A table was brought and placed under the hanged ghost hanging on the wall, and the chopping board was laid out, and a large bowl was rested.

"Don't be afraid."

"Just put some blood on the tip of your tongue."

"Cut off your tongue again."

"I'm a cook, I've worked hard, I'm professional, the knife is fast, if it really hurts, just endure."

Huang Tian took a knife in one hand and pulled up the long tongue of the hanged ghost in the other.

Just put some blood on the tip of the tongue?

Cut off the tongue again?

In total, if the knife is not cut on yourself, it doesn't hurt?!

Professional?

Does this have a hairy relationship with the profession?

If it really hurts, just endure it?

Oh, my God!

Is this something that people can say?

The hanged ghost struggled hard, to no avail, and the peach nails were pierced to death.

Huang Tian slashed at the tip of the hanging ghost's tongue, and a stream of pure black ink-like blood spurted out and fell into the sea bowl, accumulating most of the bowl for a while.

"Name: Hanging Ghost Tongue Essence Blood."

"Walking: 30 years."

The hanged ghost twisted his face in pain, gasped for air, connected his fingers to his heart, and the same was true of his tongue.

"Huh?"

"One size smaller!"

Huang Tian glanced at the hanging ghost and found that the originally quite large one was much smaller at this time, but it is not strange to think about it, the hanging ghost in front of him has only been dead for 100 years, and the bowl of blood consumed for 30 years, and only 70 years of Dao Xing remained, and it is normal for the body size to become smaller.

Special!

Just put half a bowl?

Then it's not blood, it's the spirit body essence that is hard to cultivate, right?

The hanged ghost wants to cry without tears.

Huang Tian moved the wine jar, opened the seal, looked down and sniffed, nodded with satisfaction, authentic pure grain brewing, male yellow research into powder, poured in, stirred evenly, let stand for ten minutes, and then poured the blood of the hanging ghost into the jar, strings of bubbles appeared, at the beginning only the size of a grain of rice, in a blink of an eye it became as big as an egg, looked down, the wine rolled, black gas was like fog, the thumb-sized hanging ghost dragged the bright red long tongue out from time to time, screamed and exploded into powder, blended into the wine and disappeared.

"Gooo

"Croak!"

"Whoops!"

"Ho ho ho!"

Huang Tian frowned, the sound in the altar became louder and louder, he simply took a gauze cloth and covered it, and the lid was pressed, and the sound was suddenly much smaller, but then the altar began to shake, as if something was jumping around.

Huang Tian pulled the tongue of the hanged ghost and cut it off with one slash.

The hanged ghost howled miserably, the peach wood nail was inserted in the throat, making a "ho ho ho" leaking sound, struggling desperately, the body shrunk sharply to the size of a fist, the black qi disappeared and half slack, and the tongue that was originally long enough to be dragged to the ground only showed a little of the mouth, dying.

"Name: Hanging Ghost Tongue."

"Taoism: 20 years."

Huang Tian ignored the hanging ghost, picked up the cut tongue and threw it into the mud pot, added water, lit the fire, and turned off immediately when the white foam was overflowing, it must not be boiled, the water is old when the tongue is opened, and the tongue is difficult to scrape off.

Huang Tian poured the water in the pot, copied the hanging ghost tongue inside, passed the cold water, picked up a knife to carefully scrape off the tongue, rinsed it and put it back into the pot, and added water again, this time using specially bought mountain spring water.

Two red dates.

A small piece of ginger.

Three cloves of garlic.

A tablespoon of cooking wine.

Two or three drops of vinegar.

Bring to a boil over high heat, turn to low heat, cover and simmer slowly.

Huang Tian picked up the washed and drained shallots, sliced and shredded under the knife and then cut into granules, heated the pot over high heat, put peanut oil, turn to low heat when the oil was drawn, poured in the chopped shallots, stir-fried back and forth, gradually, the chopped shallots turned a shallow golden brown, emitting a burst of aroma, soy sauce drizzled, boiled for 1 minute, turn off the heat.

"What a fragrance!"

Huang Tian sniffed it, very satisfied, the key to stir-frying shallot oil lies in the heat, too much paste is bitter, not enough can not remove the spiciness of the shallot, only just right to have an invincible aroma.

Huang Tian looked at the tongue of the hanging ghost in the casserole, the heat was similar, the iron hook was tied up and placed on the washing cutting board, a thick slice was cut, and while the heat was hot, he pinched it and soaked it in the shallot oil and threw it into his mouth.

Crispy!

Fangs!

Juicy!

As soon as Huang Tian swallowed, a warm current spread to his whole body, warm and refreshing, and his brows stretched.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 2 points of physique."

"Congratulations to the host for gaining Spirit 2 points."

Huang Tian was stunned for a moment, but immediately understood that the ghost is a spirit body, a big supplement, ate a long physique and spirit, immediately quickly cut the knife, and the rest were all cut into half a centimeter thick piece.

"Huh?!"

"That's right!"

"And wine!"

Huang Tian just turned around with the saucer, saw the wine altar placed on the side, the abnormal noise did not know when it had subsided, opened the lid, poured out a bowl, the color was red, clear, smelled, fragrant, took a small sip, a rocket pierced the throat, and immediately sweated.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 2 points of physique."

"Congratulations to the host for gaining Spirit 2 points."

Huang Tian cracked his mouth and smiled, sure enough, this wine can also increase physical fitness and spirit!

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 2 points of physique."

"Congratulations to the host for gaining Spirit 2 points."

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"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 2 points of physique."

"Congratulations to the host for gaining Spirit 2 points."

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"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 2 points of physique."

"Congratulations to the host for gaining Spirit 2 points."

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Huang Tian took a bite of the white cut hanging ghost tongue and drank a sip of the yellow ghost blood wine, sweating profusely, drenched and happy, and soon after, drunken and confused, he couldn't help but be sleepy, and fell asleep on the table.

Night falls.

The room was pitch black

The hanged ghost shivered.

It's terrible!

Ghost eaters?

Dare to eat ghosts?

Boiled on the tongue and eaten, and soaked wine with his own blood?

This person is terrible!

Black tears flowed from the corners of the eyes of the hanged ghost, and it wanted to escape, but the peach wood nails were stuck in its body, and there was no way, a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Huang Tian huffed and slept, the shop was dark, his body exuded a faint glow, with the breath light and dark, the breath in the body flowed, each time, the body trembled slightly, the pores of the body opened and closed, squeezed out the black thing.

Heavens, it's dawn.

Huang Tian opened his eyes, stood up, stretched, and immediately found that his physical energy was endless.

"Huh?"

"It's clear!"

Huang Tian's vision is extremely clear, and the fluff on the body of a fly parked on the top of the ceiling can be seen clearly, in addition, hearing and smell are much more sensitive than before.

Huang Tian's feet were slightly harder, and he jumped up and reached out to touch the ceiling.

Third, I want to collect flowers to support ah!!