Chapter 163 Demon Elimination Contest

Chapter 163 Demon Elimination Contest

Just thinking of this, Huai Shi couldn't help shivering.

"Isn't the current situation the same? You can accept the coral cloud, why can't you accept the change of the sky?" Crow asked calmly, "Be at ease, at worst, just change the texture package."

"But why did it become like this?"

"The entire border area of ​​Eastern Xia is like this. To be exact, the entire border of Asia is covered by this endless ocean. Every now and then, a torrent will sweep in and fall from the sky, submerging everything... and then start rebuilding, waiting The coming of the next flood.

Rome is even worse, it is said that the whole thing has fallen into the earth's crust, the fire in the Middle East has not been extinguished, and the steel city is erected on the fire and lava..."

The crow sighed: "This is the proof of breaking away from the current situation, Huai Shi, there is no need to worry about other dangers in a stable place like the border, but don't think about being able to return to the cradle.

Be tough, show your masculinity, isn't it just a sea? Just pretend it doesn't exist. "

Having said that, it's impossible for you to pretend that you can't see such a big thing.

Huai Shi lowered her head almost compulsively, letting herself forget about it, don't worry that the ocean above will suddenly fall down, and walk forward bravely.

Beside him, a fat man who was traveling with him couldn't help laughing when he saw his stiff appearance, scratched his creaking nest, and laughed amidst the body odor.

"Young face, young man, you look quite capable. Are you also a contestant in this year's Demon Slayer Competition?"

"Huh? Ah, yes."

Huai Shi cautiously slowed down a little, trying to avoid the suffocating body odor, but soon found that the smell was even worse, so she could only grit her teeth and speed up.

"Ha, let the horse come over when the time comes!" The fat man grinned, his expression quite passionate: "I won't lose to you!"

It's a pity that that figure doesn't look like it can slay demons and demons, and even carries an iron pot on its back, like a cook.

Fortunately, soon, the fat man slowed down, chatting and laughing with the greasy-faced fellows behind him, seeing the huge suitcases they carried, their heavy steps, and their strong bodies , all remind Huai Shi that these are powerful enemies.

It didn't take long for Huai Shi to come near the amusement park-like lights, and saw the surging crowd inside the open iron gate.

Not only Dongxia people, Yingzhou people, Burmese people, etc., but also many white and black people walking among them, with fierce eyes and cold expressions, watching the contestants beside them warily.

But their attire is always a bit weird, which makes Huai Shi feel that something is not right.

What's more, just outside the door, the crowded square is full of street stalls, and all kinds of strange people are hawking all kinds of strange things.

"Take a look, take a look! Canned herring has been preserved for thirty years. It smells disgusting and tastes disgusting. The quantity is limited. If you want to buy it, hurry up!"

"Authentic bean juice, high-quality folded ear root, let's take a look, there are everything, don't miss it!"

"Fresh rotten durian..."

"Authentic green hair poisonous wine, brewed with selected goblin leg hair, has been selected as the intangible cultural heritage of hell! Dad, take a sip today, and tomorrow you will have an inheritance!"

"Freshly cooked abyss snail noodles mixed with curry!"

"..."

"My mother!"

Huai Shi was stunned by the oncoming stench, staggered back, almost vomited out, her face was pale. The crow gave him a puzzled look: "What are you doing in a daze? Go buy it!"

Huai Shi was dumbfounded: "What to buy?"

"Your materials!" Crow asked, "If you don't buy fresh materials, how can you participate in the demon slaying competition?"

"Are you relying on these crap to get rid of demons?" Huai Shi felt that she was going crazy, "Do I need to recite a scripture?"

"..."

The crow froze in place, staring blankly at him for a long time, then said hesitantly, "I know what's wrong."

"Huh?" Huai Shi was puzzled.

"Have you misunderstood from the beginning?" Crow sighed, "I'm talking about the Demon Slayer Competition, not the sweeping..."

"Huh?" Huai Shi was alert.

"...is the cook's kitchen."

"What the hell?"

Huai Shi turned her head blankly, looking in the direction of the gate, the signboard.

Just on the signboard, a line of weird big characters kept changing, and in the end, it was fixed in the Eastern Xia language.

[The 107th Chef Demon Competition East Asia Audition East Summer Arena]

"Players, please get ready."

A deep voice sounded from the loudspeaker, trembling like two tongues: "Ten minutes later, we will officially enter the arena to prepare for the competition. Please maintain an orderly queue. Please do not violate the safety regulations in the arena at will. Violators will be cursed by the Lords of the Great Flock."

"..."

In a daze, Huai Shi turned her head stiffly, looked at the innocent look of the crow, and swallowed: "Is there still time for me to leave now?"

"——And, due to the large number of players leaving this year, the organizing committee decided that players who hold invitations but fail to participate will be uniformly punished."

The strange voice on the loudspeaker yelled: "These cowards will be cursed by the judges and eat shit like curry and curry like shit for the rest of their lives!"

In the awkward silence, Crow looked at Huai Shi with pity:

"...I think so, I can't."

"Grass!"

Huai Shi was completely in despair.

Should it be said that this competition is too fucking crazy, or should it be said that it is indeed a competition held by the lords of the crowd, full of the crazy characteristics of hell as always.

Even the results of the pursuit are so different.

If the God of Cooking Competition is about who cooks better, then the Magic Chef Competition is...

Yes, it is to compare whose cooking is worse!

According to the group of guys in the organizing committee who have nothing to do every day, eat, drink and have fun until they are about to see through the world, the so-called food, no matter how hard you try, has its limit.

——However, it’s unpalatable!

There is no limit to unpalatable!

There will not be the most unpalatable, only more unpalatable!

And the so-called magic chef competition is a competition where everyone compares who makes the ugliest food!

Since its birth a hundred years ago, it has attracted many strong players from all over the world, borders and even hell to participate enthusiastically, creating many miracles and nightmarish results.

Up to now, the standard equipment for watching games is to wear a gas mask, the kind that even covers the head.

Originally, there was no such thing as a mask, but since the nine-time champion brought out a pot of "magic jumping over the wall" in the final, one-third of the audience fell into a trance after smelling the horrible smell. Amidst severe depression and despair, he lost hope of living and committed suicide one after another in the next few months, and the aftermath spread to this day.

Later, everyone had to spend a little more money in order to cherish their lives.

Even if it's just the audition for the Dongxia Eastern Division in East Asia, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I don't know how many monsters and monsters are lurking in it.

But Huai Shi was in it, and could only tremble.

Feel like I'm going to die.

How the hell do you fight!

Can't beat it!

It's all about losing, okay?

"Don't be discouraged, believe in yourself, you will definitely create miracles!" The crow didn't know when he also put on a crow's mouth gas mask, and patted his shoulder with a thick voice: "I will cheer for you in the audience of."

"What the hell!" Huai Shi was dumbfounded, "You're not with me?"

"What are you doing with you? That stinks! Uh, no..." The crow coughed twice: "The rules of the competition are strict, and pets are not allowed. Besides, my sister is just a poor and helpless little crow. I can't help you! In short, the tools are given to you, and the materials are bought by you, and the next thing...you can use your own creativity!"

After all, leaving Huai Shi alone, the crow flapped its wings and fled.

Leaving Huai Shi standing there alone, she walked into the players' lounge with tears in her eyes amidst the vicious stares of the security guards.

Then, freeze in place.

At the moment in the player's lounge, Huai Shi felt the breath of a strong man coming from all directions, as well as body odor. Among the dozens of white arms, Huai Shi remembered that everyone here used to be a strong man sweating profusely in the kitchen with shirtless arms!

The elite of the dark culinary world!

Either the aunt who has been cooking in the school cafeteria for more than ten years, or the chef who has worked on the green leather train for more than five years, or the magician who blends waste oil and artificial flavors to create a nightmare flavor...

When he noticed Huai Shi walking in, he cast several vicious glances at her. After realizing that the person who came in was a weak chicken with trembling legs and a pale face, he snorted coldly and looked away in disdain.

Several real eyes collided in the air.

Burst of lightning.

"Hmph, old Wang, give up, the orthodoxy of dark cuisine is in the college world!"

In the middle of the room, the middle-aged woman standing with her hands behind her back turned her head and said coldly: "I have worked in the University of Science and Technology for 14 years in order to refine the secret recipe! Now your small skills can't beat the rotten tomato in my hand." Fried mooncakes!"

You persecute innocent college students all day, you are so fucking proud!

"Hey!" Pharaoh put his arms around his arms and sneered: "That kind of thing that fools children, how can it compare to the hell food in our dining car! The kind of food that is swallowed with fear in the closed sense of nowhere to escape Zhongshi's expression and the sense of joy that emerges in his heart...Your junior sister, you will never experience it!"

It's obviously unpalatable, where are you so proud of it!

And what kind of trouble is the junior sister doing! What kind of infighting is it?

I beg you not to persecute an innocent boy like me, wouldn't it be better to go back and find a kitchen in private to compare?

Huai Shi hadn't spurted out a mouthful of old blood when she heard a scalp-numbing sharp laughter from a dark corner of the room, a place where the light couldn't shine.

"Ke Keke, what's the rush for the two young people who came to run with you?" The gloomy old man raised his cloudy eyes and shot a cold light: "This game, our Emei Mountain Golden Roof faction will definitely win! Today I want to let you experience the power of our famous cuisine! Every bite will be your heartache!

What the hell is the Golden Roof faction!

Are you proud of being a tourist attraction?

Are you holding a martial arts conference! Please accept the supernatural powers, please!

Huai Shi has been oppressed by the strong aura coming towards her to the point where her source quality is unstable, and she is about to go crazy. But just when the other two senior brothers and sisters were about to retort, they heard the door burst open.

Amidst the low footsteps, a deep voice called loudly outside the door: "Master Liu, the participating chef of Dijin Authentic Maobuli Baozi's century-old shop, is here!"

In an instant, the room froze suddenly, and Huai Shi saw countless source quality fluctuations full of fighting spirit soaring into the sky, countless broken pots and shovels buzzing together, and even the stinky fish in the basket jumped up vigorously.

It's like a thousand swords screaming together!

Pilgrimage to the master!

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