Help! This savior is too stupid!

The layout of the second floor is completely different from the first floor.

There is no kitchen, no cashier, no miscellaneous tables, only a large table with a chair beside it.

Jiang Bai approached and found blood stains on the table. When he got closer, the blood stains condensed into words.

[Please take a seat].

Following the instructions of the blood letter, Jiang Bai sat on the chair and looked around,

"interesting."

The store owner repeatedly reminded that you cannot go to the third floor, which means that there is a special presence on the third floor.

On the first floor is the owner of the store. He doesn't want to go upstairs, maybe because he can't.

Is it because of the third floor?

Jiang Bai squinted his eyes and thought,

"Emperor Kong Tian once said that existences similar to 'living people', that is, sons of Buddha and sons of devil, can come out of the mirror of the Protectorate Palace.

The mirror here is related to the mirror in the Protectorate. What on earth were they doing back then? Wouldn't such a crazy plan be banned? "

Jiang Bai was very sure that he wanted to send a mirror to the core of the burial ground and carefully selected the watchers. Such a huge plan would be impossible without the support of a strong force.

However, Jiang Bai also knew very well that his own people would never be able to do such a thing.

"The fourth mysterious tide...is the situation so bad..."

After Jiang Bai sat down, the word "blood" changed again:

[Please choose the pot base]

Jiang Bai's face suddenly looked a little weird. What does this second level mean? Treat yourself to hot pot?

The word in blood revealed several pot bottoms for Jiang Bai to choose from:

[Extra Spicy Butter Pot], [Extra Spicy Old Oil Pot], [Extra Spicy Green Pepper Pot]...

Jiang Bai took a quick look and saw that it was so fucking hot!

After thinking twice, Jiang Bai asked seriously,

"Um...is there any mandarin duck pot?"

【...】

【No】

Jiang Bai, who doesn't like spicy food, insisted, "You can have this."

[This really doesn’t exist]

Since Xue Zi refused to agree, Jiang Bai couldn't force him.

He raised his left hand, hung it in the air, activated [Geographical Advantage], and forcibly changed the word "blood".

【Mandarin duck pot with clear soup and mushroom soup】

As soon as the handwriting was formed, before the bloody words could be regretted, Jiang Bai clapped his hand down,

"That's it!"

This hot pot restaurant is isolated from the outside world and is less suppressed. Jiang Bai's sealed wall can be used again.

I have to say, the feeling of cheating is great!

【......】

The words in blood were silent for a moment, and then new handwriting appeared.

[Please reselect the pot base]

Jiang Bai said sincerely, "No matter how many times I choose, I will always choose Yuanyang Hot Pot. This is my last stubbornness."

Let him eat spicy food, it is better to kill him.

After a while, the bloody words slowly dissipated and turned into a pool of blood again.

The window on the second floor suddenly broke open, and a partition flew out of the window and inserted into the hot pot at an angle.

There was originally no mandarin duck hotpot on the menu, so Jiang Bai ordered this hotpot, and the other party had to be satisfied.

The rules for burial places are now in effect.

After the partition is inserted, water flies in from the outside and pours into the pot.

Obviously, the mandarin duck pot must be freshly made, and the clear mushroom soup must also be freshly made.

"Hey, hey, is your water clean? There won't be any dirt in it."

Jiang Bai's face was full of disgust, and he had a very bad impression of this hot pot.

In a place like a burial ground or a hot pot restaurant, you shouldn't expect anything normal.

Nothing is surprising.

However, Jiang Bai always felt some noisy noises in his ears, as annoying as flies.

He looked down at the hot pot, and sure enough he saw a black spot in the clear soup pot!

Jiang Bai looked at it intently, and his expression suddenly became strange.

In the clear soup pot, a little man was rising and falling, struggling and shouting,

"Brother Jiang...GuluGulu...save me...GuluGulu..."

Jiang Bai:......

"Don't you have three urgent needs? Why did you end up in my pot?"

Wei Junjie: "...."

"Why do I feel like you are drowning every time I see you?"

Jiang Bai glanced at the table. Apart from the mandarin duck pot, there were only chopsticks and a colander.

A silk thread flew out, and Jiang Bai controlled the chopsticks to fall into the clear soup pot. Wei Junjie struggled to climb up the chopsticks, but because the chopsticks were too smooth, he failed two or three times.

Since chopsticks didn't work, Jiang Bai could only try with a slotted spoon.

This time, Wei Junjie successfully stood on the colander. As the colander was lifted a little bit, Wei Junjie's soles slipped again and he fell back into the water.

The water surface stirred by the colander and chopsticks made it more difficult for Wei Junjie to maintain his balance. He struggled and said,

"Brother Jiang...the water...has become hot..."

Jiang Bai turned sideways and took a look and found that the hot pot had started to fire at some point, and the water was heating up rapidly.

At this rate, Wei Junjie will soon become an old acquaintance of Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai stretched out a hand, a burst of cold air surged out, and an ice cube immediately appeared in the clear soup pot, right next to Wei Junjie.

On the ice, Jiang Bai even thoughtfully made a hanging ladder.

Wei Junjie seized the opportunity and climbed onto the ice, gasping for air and in shock.

"Brother Jiang, this burial place is really not a place for people to stay..."

He followed the [good luck] on the paper compass, but unexpectedly entered a lake by mistake and was almost killed by a water ghost.

After all the trouble, Wei Junjie finally got the [Water Element] token. Just as he was about to think about how to escape, he was sucked into the hot pot along with the lake water!

After listening to Wei Junjie's experience, Jiang Bai only had one question.

"Who gave you that paper compass?"

Wei Junjie replied as a matter of course, "I made it myself, using [Silhouette]. Although it is not a secret treasure, it can work like a secret treasure..."

From his tone, he sounded quite proud.

Wei Junjie also felt wronged. If it weren't for the sudden change, he would have taken the water token and tried to go deeper.

"Have you ever thought that everything is exchanged at an equal value, and everything has a price."

Jiang Bai knocked on the table with his knuckles,

"The paper compass made by the silhouette can help you avoid disaster, but why did the direction of great luck almost become your burial place?

Is there a possibility that the Feng Shui of the compass made of paper is for the dead? What it calls great luck is that the Feng Shui is better when you are buried there after you die?"

Wei Junjie: ? ? ?

After hearing Jiang Bai's words, he quickly threw away the paper compass in his arms. Before falling into the water, the paper compass spontaneously combusted without wind and turned into ashes.

Wei Junjie felt as if he heard a series of laughter in his ears, full of malice, like a ghost urging him to die!

Wei Junjie felt cold all over, and wanted to jump into the pot and take a hot bath to warm himself up.

At this moment, something flew over from the window again.

Jiang Bai looked closely and saw a handful of mushrooms.

The mushrooms fell into the bottom of the pot on the other side, which satisfied Jiang Bai's "mushroom soup pot".

Before all the mushrooms fell in, Jiang Bai stretched out his hand in the air and grabbed one of the foreign objects.

Spreading his palm, Jiang Bai's face was more puzzled,

"This is..."

"Pigeon feathers?"