Chapter 689 Fatal Weakness

In a daze, Guo Shouche seemed to have glimpsed an erratic vision from the steam rising from the pot.

In the illusion, there was a yellow and white dog squatting alone on the road. When he looked back, tears shone in his eyes.

Don't kill, please don't kill!

What did I do wrong to be tortured like this by you? Why do you do this to me?

Such an innocent and resentful voice rang in my ears, and I felt the bitterness in my heart - the soft rice in my mouth, the loving fish in the pot, suddenly no longer smelled good.

Happiness belongs to others and I have nothing.

Guo Shouque stopped chewing for a moment, his ivory chopsticks trembled slightly. At this moment, he felt unprecedented... loneliness!

At this moment, for some reason, everyone in the audience had a strange illusion.

——He looks like a dog.

“How humbling.

In this taste that gradually turned from strong to bitter, Guo Shouque raised his head and experienced this novel taste: "It's so humble, not worth mentioning... Miss Huaizhi, this malice of yours is really delicious. !”

Raising his head, he threw a large spoonful of fish meat and soft rice into his bottomless pit-like throat. Guo Shouque grinned and laughed heartily: "Even if it's dog food, it's still delicious!"

Behind him, the long gray hair moved without wind, and the sticky darkness slowly rose up, turning into violent flames, rising wantonly.

A terrifying aura spread from his body.

The entire arena turned into a literal... hell.

The soul radiation of just one person is enough to break the blockade of the current situation and create such terrible pollution.

This terrible disaster and details are beyond expectation.

Huai Shi was stunned.

I have never seen such a scary single dog.

It’s just dog food, isn’t it?

Why does it have to be so sour? It's a good thing that I didn't take out the bag I earned on Witch Night, otherwise, would the old man be furious on the spot?

There is also the cost of the stone pulp museum and the balance on my card that I finally have...

and his own corrupt character.

It's really terrible.

Now, stimulated by this sense of humiliation and anger, Guo Shouque opened his mouth, and endless appetite and strength burst out.

Under the stimulation of maliciousness, even greater maliciousness arose.

Sweep everything on the table away.

You felt it was not enough, so he picked up the plate and pot, stretched out his extremely long tongue, and sucked away the last drop of soup.

Cheerful and cheerful.

"how is the taste?"

Huai Shi looked at his violent posture and asked.

"Excellent! Unfortunately, it's still not enough!"

Guo Shouque raised his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth, licked the remaining taste of blood in his mouth, and sucked his own blood with relish.

In the aftertaste of the aftertaste, he suddenly said: "Miss Huai Zhi, do you know what the most essential core of the Abyss Kitchen Demon is?

What makes the Cook Demons unique in the abyss, allowing us to form such a huge organization, standing on the top floor of the 'Cemetery of the Unreturnable' alongside the Disaster Musicians, Doomsday Painters and Dark Barbers? "

Huai Shi was stunned, but she didn't expect that he would ask this, and she also found that... she had never thought about it.

"You want to say that the never-ending appetite and human desire have contributed to all of this?"

"That's just the source, it's just the inducement. What kind of path does it lead to? What kind of results are obtained? What kind of essence is obtained?"

Guo Shouche's rage gradually calmed down, and a mysterious smile appeared on his middle-aged face. He asked and answered himself: "Whether it is the Muse Club, the Hell Music Association, the Kitchen Demon Organizing Committee and the Barber Association, what they represent and are proficient in , are one of the most powerful essences among countless hells and disasters.

The doomsday painters of the Muse Club pursue the eternal beauty of "constant" and "unchangeable" in hell, so they have developed the skill of sealing fleeting disasters and stunning scenes into volumes to maintain eternal time.

What Disaster Musicians focus on is the essence of 'change' and 'movement'. Therefore, they are good at weaving and catalyzing, using music to unify countless disasters into a whole, causing them to undergo incredible transformations. .

Barbers are different from musicians. They are like gardeners tending nurseries, pruning disasters and miracles. They do not focus on integration and unity, but focus on the independence and harmony of each disaster and miracle, correcting shortcomings, Keep it as close to its original pure form as possible.

Finally, there is the Hell Chef——"

Guo Shouque crossed his fingers and smiled happily: "All the cooking skills are highly similar to alchemy. This is not unreasonable. Because what we are pursuing is to completely smelt malice and curses from the furnace fire and the cauldron. Achieve transformation and complete this more pure explosion!"

A moment of silence.

It was like a thunderbolt passed through Huai Shi's mind, and the fleeting electric light illuminated the original chaos, making everything suddenly clear.

Constancy, change, harmony and explosion.

This is the completely different essence of the Doomsday Painter, the Disaster Musician, the Barber and the Cooking Demon.

Before that, Huai Shi was only used subconsciously.

But I had never thought of such a profound place.

Not only Guo Shouche, but even the cooking demons in the audience had never heard such a high-level summary and answer, and for a moment they all showed expressions of disbelief.

At the same time, I became more and more suspicious...

I don’t know why Guo Shouque suddenly mentioned this topic, nor do I know what medicine he sold in the gourd.

"Miss Huai Zhi, I have to say that you are indeed a rare talent - you are able to achieve such exaggerated results just by using your instincts. It is really amazing!"

Guo Shouque propped up his body with both hands and stood up slowly. He raised his face with cracks and a smile that was frighteningly gratifying: "I, sincerely, feel... joy!"

Huaishi was silent, feeling the sense of crisis again.

But I don't know where I made the mistake.

"Unfortunately, your delaying tactics will no longer work."

Guo Shouque smiled evilly, stretched out his hand, and turned on the gas under the bamboo basket. The fire light rose and illuminated the gloomy face: "I have found it..."

"——Your fatal weakness!"

Huaishi froze in place for a moment.

For a moment, I felt a sense of panic as if I had taken out a loan to buy a house and someone else found out that I was not entitled to the subsistence allowance!

But immediately, this weird illusion dissipated, and what arose in his heart was a hundred thousand vigilance - it was not impossible for him to use any tricks against such an opponent with no lower limit.

He must concentrate.

Stay calm.

"What weakness?" Miss Huai Zhi raised her hand, pulled her long hair behind her shoulders, and smiled casually: "Do I still have a weakness?"

I was actually quite panicked.

Damn it, this old bastard must have learned about his cross-dressing from Kohaku...

When he thought that he was about to face social death, Huai Shi's face under the disguise became as frightened as dirt.

Guo Shouche, on the other hand, just raised his hand, took out a pile of yellow paper filled with some writing from his pocket, and casually stuffed it into the firelight under the stove.

The handwriting full of sacred and chilling meaning was instantly burned up along with the yellow paper, leaving no ashes behind.

It was as if following the flames burning in an instant, it reached straight to the sky and reached the sky.

Huai Shi frowned, not knowing what it was.

"Have you ever heard of me asking for rebuttal, Miss Huai Zhi?"

Guo Shouque said with a smile: "This is the original work I took out from the Dongxia Museum before I left, and it is also one of the necessary prerequisites for the next work - it is like a formal report to heaven, treating you as an enemy, from now on From personality to behavior and even past history, everything is denied and belittled. They carefully find out every weakness and opportunity you can take advantage of, and then magnify and distort it... But in the final analysis, it is just to incriminate others and prepare for the next killing. Find a valid reason for your behavior."

Guo Shouque said calmly, "We are just going through the process here to show solemnity."

At that moment, the rich smell of spices rose from the bamboo basket, like countless copper cauldrons burning thousands of kilograms of spices, and an extremely luxurious and solemn atmosphere spread.

What followed was the indescribable majestic aura and profound temptation - in the deepest darkness of the bamboo basket, something was slowly brewing, completing the final process.

Finally, as the bamboo basket was opened, bright golden light burst out.

That's a... pig's head!

really--

Huai Shi's eyes shrank and her heart sank to the bottom. Such a formal ceremony is no longer the scope of Shaolao. I am afraid that this is what I have always been most afraid of.

——Too tight!

At that moment, Guo Shouque put his hands together and made a crisp sound, shattering the dead silence on the field.

"Please, Miss Huai Zhi." He said, "This is the first dish of the day - special pig!"

"Is it really too tight?" Huai Shi asked seriously.

"Of course, the cow is the first, the sheep is second, and the pig is third... The only works I have prepared to defeat you today are these three!" Guo Shouque laughed strangely: "In other words, if you finish eating If you are still safe and sound, you can count me as the loser!"

Just like he had provoked many cooking demons before, he set rules that were decisively detrimental to him without any scruples.

In other words...he was fully confident.

Within these three dishes, Huaishi will be completely defeated!

"I'm afraid this is more than just a special pig, right?"

Huaishi closed her eyes and smelled the smell in the air carefully, distinguishing a different scent from the solemn and thick fragrance.

That's the smell of alcohol...

The smell of wine?

"Yes, I used wine." Guo Shouche's hands kept mixing the next dipping dishes and condiments for Huaishi: "After all, it has been an old dish for many years. In the Zhou Dynasty, even oil and There is no chicken essence or chili, so the taste will definitely not be good. Today, we must make changes to adapt to the times."

"I'm afraid, it's not just that!"

Huai Shi sneered.

That wisp of wine aroma was the most critical thing, the most threatening thing. From it, Huai Shi could actually distinguish the faint smell of plants.

The moment he picked up the chopsticks, the aroma of the wine became clearer and clearer, lingering on the tip of his nose and soul, spreading rapidly.

What kind of wine is this?

Huaishi can't tell the difference.

"Baimao."

Guo Shouque smiled happily, looked at the movement of lifting his chopsticks, and murmured softly: "This is a peerless wine purified with a bract spear..."

At that moment, Huaishi saw it.

It is not a dangerous peak, nor a cliff, nor a snake, insect, tiger or leopard.

What appeared in front of him at this moment was bright golden light.

Without any hindrance.

What he saw was a road leading to the sky.

A smooth journey!