Please, It's A Scary World

After a while, Fang Ming had packed all those hairs into the sack.

There were three sacks in total.

Looking at his results, Fang Ming wiped the sweat off his forehead, with a gratified smile on his face.

However, this only made the originally weird room a little bit more normal.

Now, it's just the beginning.

There was still so much minced meat and severed limbs on the ground, and thick dust all over the room.

"Cleaning is really a physical job."

Fang Ming sighed, and then devoted himself to the vigorous cleaning business.

He found a broom in the room that hadn't been used for at least five or six years, and there was a lot of hair wrapped around it, but the amount of hair was just drizzle compared to the one just now.

Fang Ming didn't give up either, and started to clean up the minced meat on the ground.

This time, he still packed all the garbage into a sack.

Don't know how there are so many big bags in the room.

After about fifteen minutes, Fang Ming finally put all the pieces of meat and rotting heads on the ground into broken sacks, and swept the ground.

The room looked much cleaner immediately, but it was still a little dark because of the tungsten light bulb.

Moreover, the windows of the balcony were also sealed by wooden boards, all of which were engraved with weird runes.

So far, half an hour has passed.

It was still half an hour before Fang Ming's roommate "fat ghost" came home.

"I've never found it so difficult to clean a room before."

Fang Ming was a little out of breath. He glanced at the attribute panel and found that he had already consumed 20 points of physical strength.

The original 100 full stamina is now only 80 points left.

One-fifth of the consumption is indeed quite large.

At this time, the number of people in Fang Ming's live broadcast room also increased from three or four to seven or eight.

These seven or eight people maintained an eerie silence at this time.

They feel that their three views are about to collapse.

Fang Ming naturally didn't know what was going on in the studio.

After resting for a few seconds, he went to the bedroom and tore off the bloody sheet on the bed.

This thing absolutely cannot continue to sleep.

It was damp and smelled bloody.

Toss the sheet into that sack of ground meat.

Fang Ming spent another ten minutes cleaning the dust in the entire room.

So far, the whole room has been cleaned.

The system's prompt sounded exactly on time.

[Congratulations to the host for completing daily tasks and cleaning. Task reward: daily skill "Maintenance (Elementary)", the reward has been issued]

In the next moment, Fang Ming only felt a slight shock in his head, and he gained a lot of knowledge about maintenance.

Looking at the furniture in the room with missing arms and legs, he immediately thought of a repair plan.

Fang Ming's eyes were slightly pleased, but he didn't start repairing it right away.

He glanced at the time on the system panel: "There are still ten minutes, and my ghost roommate will be back soon. If you want to repair the furniture now, you must not have enough time. Since you will live in someone else's house from now on, then I have to show it anyway, right? So, let me cook a welcome meal for my future roommate!"

Thinking of this, Fang Ming went straight to the kitchen.

Everyone in the live broadcast room watched Fang Ming find a cutting board and a kitchen knife in the kitchen, and then took out some strange ingredients from the broken refrigerator.

Immediately, the staring eyes rolled away one by one, feeling unbelievable and incomprehensible.

: Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think? The host doesn't want to cook, does he?

: I was lying on the sofa watching, my brain has stopped thinking ability at the moment.

: Unbelievable, shattering the three views, doing whatever they want.

: I almost suspected that I had entered the wrong software, and thought I had entered an ordinary live broadcast app.

: So, what is the anchor thinking? After others enter the gray world, they are all ready to fight. He looks like he is planning to live in the gray world for a long time!

: To be honest, I have never cleaned up my house like this.

: Although I am a chef, I want to know, how does the anchor cook in the gray world? Does he know these ingredients? Is there a fire to cook for him? This is totally unscientific.

With the chef's reminder, everyone suddenly realized the problem.

This is the gray world!

No rice, no noodles, no vegetables, no fruits.

In the past, when people ate in the gray world, they usually ate ready-made food from the real world.

This... I have never seen someone who cooks in the gray world!

Isn't this bullshit?

"Mingye, the taste is fresh and sweet, it can neutralize the strange taste of other ingredients in the gray world, it is suitable for making porridge."

"Ghost essence, the main food of ghosts, actually doesn't taste very good, you can try any cooking method."

"The squirming foreign soil has a strong fishy smell, and it needs heavy ingredients to make soup."

"Heart of Fear..."

Fang Ming was distinguishing all kinds of weird ingredients, while meditating on the uses of these ingredients.

It should be because of the life skill [Cooking (Elementary)], every time he sees an ingredient, he can immediately think of it.

So much so that the people in the studio were dumbfounded.

I don't know why Fang Ming would recognize these strange things.

In the past, some people looked through the refrigerators in the gray world and saw those weird ingredients, but no one knew them and couldn't make them.

Some people have tried to eat those things raw like those evil spirits.

The result is either a direct sudden death or being pulled out of strength.

In the end, everyone came to a conclusion: things from the gray world should not be eaten.

But at this time, they saw Fang Ming's serious look, and they couldn't help but look forward to it.

Maybe, this weird anchor can really cook with these ingredients?

Fang Ming chose three out of a dozen or so strange ingredients.

He was going to make some porridge to drink first.

After all, the first time you use ingredients from the gray world, you still have to be cautious.

Start with the simplest food.

After making a decision, Fang Ming took action.

A kitchen knife wrapped in black air hangs on the wall of the kitchen.

This kitchen knife is less than a foot long, the blade is cold and glowing, it looks extremely sharp.

"It doesn't feel like an ordinary knife."

Fang Ming hesitated for a moment, but reached out to pick up the kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife was cold in the hand, and as soon as Fang Ming picked it up, the entire top of his palm was quickly covered with ice crystals.

The bone-piercing chill surged directly.

The next moment, a strong resentment rushed out of the kitchen knife.

The resentment turned into crying heads, and they grabbed Fang Ming's face with countless pitch-black ghost claws.

At the same time, screams and cries suddenly sounded in his ears: "It hurts, it hurts! Hehehe, replace me, replace me, die, die, everyone deserves to die! Everyone deserves to die!"

The thick black mist instantly enveloped Fang Ming's face, and one could vaguely see painful grimaces struggling above the black mist, with vicious and venomous faces!

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