I Eat Monsters In the Town Monster

Qin Shaoyou, who was out of the mission room, just took two steps, when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark night.

"Who is spying on me? Does Ruan Xiangxiang still have accomplices?"

Qin Shaoyou became vigilant in an instant. He looked calm on the surface, but his right hand was already on the handle of the knife. If something went wrong, he could draw the knife to fight.

But soon, Qin Shaoyou felt that something was wrong.

This is the Town Demon Division!

Even if Ruan Xiangxiang really has accomplices, she should hide instead of going to the demon town to make waves—isn't that equivalent to giving credit to the night watchmen for nothing?

"So, the person spying on me is..."

Qin Shaoyou's heart moved, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the hall of the demon town hall.

Although the distance is far and the light is dim, Qin Shaoyou can still clearly see that the eyes of the statue of the Nine Heavens Dangmo Patriarch are staring straight at him with [Bright Eyes].

One person, one statue, four eyes facing each other.

"Damn, it's really a portrait of the patriarch, what are you doing staring at me all the time?" Qin Shaoyou secretly complained, and at the same time relieved his heart, and continued to walk to the kitchen of Zhenyaosi.

But after walking a few steps, he stopped again.

Because he found that the eyes of the statue of the Nine Heavens Demon Patriarch seemed to be staring at him dead. Wherever he went, his eyes turned.

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Shaoyou asked with a wry smile at the statue of the Nine Heavens Demon Patriarch in the lobby.

The wooden statue of the Nine Heavens Swinging Demon Patriarch did not answer his question, but just stared at him.

Qin Shaoyou remembered that the statue of the Nine Heavens Demon Patriarch would also eat demons and spirits, so he looked down at the bones and strings in the basket, and guessed, "Could it be because of these things?"

Thinking of this, he simply put the basket on the ground, and walked aside himself, wanting to verify his guess.

Then Qin Shaoyou saw that the eyeballs of the statue of the Nine Heavens Dangmo Patriarch really did not move as he walked away, but continued to stare at the basket.

"I'm really staring at these ghost ingredients... Good guy, I haven't made the spiritual food yet, and I haven't eaten the first bite. Are you always waiting to pay tribute?"

Qin Shaoyou was complaining in his heart, when he saw the statue of the Nine Heavens Dangmo Patriarch move his eyes again, looking at him, and then the eyes began to turn non-stop, sometimes looking at him, sometimes looking at the basket.

Combined with the previous guesses, Qin Shaoyou somewhat understood the meaning of the statue of the Patriarch of Nine Heavens Dangmo.

He went back to pick up the basket, walked to the lobby, and after making sure that there was no one around, he tried it out and asked in a low voice: "Master Patriarch, do you want me to cook the things in this basket for you?"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Shaoyou clearly saw that the eyes of the statue of the ancestor of the Nine Heavens Swinging Demons had changed.

It wasn't that he agreed that he had guessed right, nor was it that he was glad that he finally understood, but that he showed some pity.

mercy?

Qin Shaoyou was a little confused.

If you want to eat, you say you want to eat it, and if you don’t eat it, you say you don’t want to eat it. Why do you have pity on me?

He frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly recalled: Fuck, the patriarch seems to be disliking me for my slow understanding. It took me a long time to understand what it means. He thinks that I have a problem with IQ, so he pities me?

Am I disgusted by a wooden sculpture? I have low IQ?

This discovery made Qin Shaoyou feel both angry and funny.

He didn't respond to the portrait of the Nine Heavens Slaughtering Demon Patriarch, but said: "If you want to eat it, just wait, I will give you a copy after I make it."

But I was thinking in my heart: Do you think I have a low IQ? You wait, I don't eat this spiritual food for nothing, I have to ask you to help me carry some of the blame.

The Patriarch of Nine Heavens Swinging Demons didn't seem to know what Qin Shaoyou was thinking, otherwise he would definitely set him on fire.

At this moment, after hearing his words, the ancestor of Nine Heavens Swinging Demons seemed to show satisfaction and urging eyes, as if saying: "Hurry up, don't waste any more time."

Well, am I really a breeder? Fortunately, there is no need to shovel shit.

Qin Shaoyou shook his head, he didn't say much with the Nine Heavens Demon Patriarch, and waited for the new demon spirit to be made.

He picked up the basket and walked out of the lobby, towards the town monster's kitchen.

There was no one in the kitchen at night, and all the cooks had gone home from get off work.

Qin Shaoyou had a quiet time. He went to fetch two basins of water first, put the broken bones and silk strings of the white-bone pipa into the water to wash, and at the same time lit a fire to heat up the pot.

The bones of fine bone bream do not need to be boiled before they are marinated.

Qin Shaoyou was just washing the broken bones, sprinkled with salt, dogwood powder, pepper powder and other condiments, and after stirring, put them into a jar for marinating pickles.

Then pour vegetable oil, close the lid of the altar, and put salt water on the altar.

The production of this refined bone bream is considered to be a temporary end, and after it is marinated, it can be eaten and fished as it is.

After Qin Shaoyou got rid of the fine bone fish, the fire in the stove was also heated up.

He was about to add oil to fry the silk strings according to the method taught by the mysterious recipe, when the fire in the stove jumped suddenly, the flames almost burned his hair, and he was startled.

Just when he was wondering what the fire was, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the kitchen.

Qin Shaoyou raised his brows slightly, put the silk strings he had grabbed back into the basin, turned his head and looked towards the kitchen door, and saw several night watchmen walking in.

Seeing that the person in the kitchen was Qin Shaoyou, the night watchmen hurriedly saluted and explained the reason: "We saw a fire in the kitchen and thought something happened, so we came over to check."

It seems that these night watchmen are in charge of patrolling tonight.

They have a good attitude, Qin Shaoyou is naturally kind, and said with a smile: "It's okay here, I just got into a fight, I'm a little hungry, come and cook something to eat."

Several night watchmen did not suspect him, and asked attentively: "Does Lord Qin need our help?"

"Don't bother, I'm just ordering some noodles, and it's almost ready." Qin Shaoyou opened his eyes and said nonsense.

The night watchmen regretted not being courteous, so they said a few more words before leaving the kitchen and continuing to patrol around.

Qin Shaoyou was not in a hurry to put the silk string into the pot, but walked to the door of the kitchen and glanced in the direction of the lobby.

The eyeballs of the statue of the Nine Heavens Slaughtering Demon Patriarch stared straight at this side. That is to say, it doesn't have saliva, otherwise it would already be dripping all over the place.

"The flame just now was the ancestor's image warning me, telling me that someone is coming?" Qin Shaoyou guessed in his heart.

"Does it not want people to see me cooking ghost food, or does it not want people to compete with it? Or is it both?"

Thinking of this, Qin Shaoyou couldn't help laughing.

Patriarch like this is embarrassed to eat for nothing, so he started to work as a watchdog?

"Good job, keep up the good work."

Qin Shaoyou smiled at the portrait of the Nine Heavens Demon Patriarch and gave him a thumbs up.

After seeing this scene, the ancestor of Nine Heavens Swinging Demon turned his head away.

But from the corner of his eyes, he still stared at this place.

"Yo, quite arrogant."

Qin Shaoyou couldn't help laughing, and suddenly a thought appeared in his heart that seemed a bit outrageous to others: "So arrogant? So, does the statue of the ancestor I raise belong to a dog or a cat?"

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