Chapter 880 Aizen: No, I Asked You to Use My Illusion Like This?

"I……"

Hearing Fang Mo's words, the policewoman was obviously stunned for a moment.

She lowered her head and looked at the boiled sausage filled with sardine meat and lamb spleen in her hand, and then looked at the butler Walter who was not far away. She seemed to be in some kind of hesitation for a moment.

First based on some common sense of her own.

In some legends, vampires are indeed unable to eat human food.

Vampires can only feed on the blood of humans or animals, are afraid of sunlight, and cannot pass through flowing water. Of course, Walter has already explained this to her.

But the policewoman had just become a vampire after all.

After more than twenty years of human life, it was difficult for her to accept this behavior of drinking blood.

So she asked the housekeeper Walter to make her some human food. Although she had indeed become a vampire, she felt no different from a human... What if she could eat human food?

In fact, the policewoman did think so.

But after taking a bite of sausage just now, she suddenly felt a severe nausea and almost uncontrollably vomited out the food in her mouth.

That's normal.

The policewoman also realized that she could no longer eat human food.

But...

What should I say about this kind of thing?

The policewoman looked down at the offal fish sausage in her hand again, and then looked at the butler Walter.

She suddenly became suspicious.

Is this dish too dark?

The smell of mutton spleen and the fishy saltiness of fish, these two weird flavors blend together... and then mixed with a taste that seems to have been caused by fat waxing due to too long time. To be honest, the policewoman feels like He was chewing a piece of rotten sheep spleen soaked in seawater and mixed with corpse wax. Most people really couldn't bear the smell.

"Ahem..."

Perhaps feeling the policewoman's gaze, Walter explained awkwardly: "Miss Silas, this sausage has indeed been stored for a long time, because all the fresh ingredients have been burned, and that's all there is in the backup cold storage... …”

"Come on you."

When Fang Mo, who was rolling up his sleeves next to him, heard this, he couldn't help but complain: "The food you British people make is simply unpalatable, can you just admit it?"

"Nonsense."

Walter argued with some excitement: "Our British food is also very famous..."

"Famous? Famous for what?"

After rolling up his sleeves, Fang Mo also directly took out some ingredients, took out a knife and complained while cooking: "It's notoriously unpalatable, right? If you fry some fish and order French fries, I don't even bother to say anything about you... …How dare you, a mere British fellow, discuss delicious food with me? How can the fluorescent light of rotten grass compare to the bright moon in the sky?”

"not me……"

Walter opened his mouth to say something back, but suddenly noticed the weapon in Fang Mo's hand: "Wait a minute, what's going on with your knife?"

"Chop knife."

Fang Mo said with a normal expression.

"...This is obviously a samurai sword, right?" Walter's eyes twitched: "Even you in the East can use this kind of thing to cook, right?"

Yes, what Fang Mo is holding is really a samurai sword.

And it is worth mentioning that the blade of this knife shows a light cherry pink color, the blade is blue, the handle is wrapped with thin golden threads, and there are even two fluffy white cotton balls tied to the tail of the knife. The whole thing gives people a light and bright feeling, which is really girly and does not look like something used by men at all.

Then this is obviously the new weapon that Fang Mo made before.

At the same time, it combines the Omega-level illusion master Jason, Mirror Flower, Water Moon, and uses a craftsman's soul weapon made of acid-resistant aluminum and fine gold.

True cotton water moon.

Unlike other weapons' physical attacks.

This sword is aimed at the spirit, that is, it is a pure special attack weapon of the illusion system.

While controlling the five senses, it can also implant illusions in the target's mind. Two different illusion mechanisms are superimposed and entangled. The two are nesting dolls on each other, which makes the power of illusion produce a qualitative leap, even against targets. It is extremely difficult for people with strong resistance to illusions to distinguish between true and false.

"Shut up, you British guy."

Fang Mo carried the cotton Suiyue and raised his middle finger to Walter while handling the ingredients: "You don't know how to cook at all, hurry up and cut your potato strips."

Finish this sentence.

Fang Mo simply ignored Walter who broke his defense.

I saw him humming a cannibalistic ditty, and with a wave of his hand, he directly realized a group of red pixels, then placed it on the chopping board and started processing it.

This is a very fresh mess.

Dark red coagulated blood.

As a creation of the craftsman soul, this thing is very simple to make.

As long as a player or monster falls into the Craftsman's Soul Furnace and is damaged by the furnace, a certain amount of liquid blood will be produced.

Pour it out.

A red coagulation ball will form.

It is poisonous if eaten raw, but provides two hearts of extra health.

If processed using the drying rack that comes with the Craftsman's Soul, this thing will turn into coagulated blood droplets. Not only can it fill the stomach and provide extra health, but the negative effects of poisoning will also disappear, and the most important point is The entry note for this thing is... a vampire appetizer.

Put the clotted blood into a bowl.

Fang Mo simply poured two spoonfuls of honey on it.

After that, he simply cooked himself a bowl of spicy soup and made two fried cakes.

"Okay, let's eat."

Finding a flat piece of building debris nearby, Fang Mo pushed Ningxue toward the policewoman: "Oh, by the way, please remember one thing before eating, there are no vegetarians here."

"This is……"

The policewoman subconsciously took the bowl of coagulated blood with a hesitant expression: "Pudding? Is this my breakfast?"

Yes, that's right.

Fang Mo took out the cotton water.

It is obvious that this cooking is also to test the effect of the illusion.

The vampires in this world are quite powerful. They have the ability to perceive things other than humans. They have third eyes and so on, which can break the effects of illusions. But even so, the policewoman still fell into the trap and mistook the coagulated blood in the bowl. It became something like crème brûlée.

"Strictly speaking, this is a type of pig-killing dish. It can be regarded as Northeastern pudding."

Seeing that the illusion was successful, Fang Mo nodded with satisfaction: "Anyway, you just eat it and that's it. Can I still lie to you, Uncle Pi?"

"What's this bloody bowl of yours?"

The policewoman looked at the spicy soup in front of Fang Mo in confusion. From her perspective, the other party's bowl was filled with a large group of strange red bubbling liquids, which seemed a bit scary.

"Oh, this."

Fang Mo glanced at his spicy spicy soup and pondered for a moment: "This is borscht soup with human head..."

"..."

The policewoman immediately fell silent.

But Fang Mo didn't care about this and started to show off. Although the taste of his own cooking was far inferior to that of A Xue, he was not very picky about food.

But when he saw Fang Mo starting to eat wildly.

The policewoman also swallowed. To be honest, she was really hungry now.

Originally, she was seriously injured last night and was almost stabbed to death by that bastard Father Andrewson... Well, the opponent used a unified sword. You must know that even if she is a high-level vampire, her strength will weaken if she consumes it for a long time without eating. Yes, it's just that she doesn't know it yet.

"call……"

The policewoman glanced at her small bowl nervously.

Taking a deep breath, she carefully put a spoonful of 'pudding' into her mouth.

"...Huh?"

As the soft sweetness bloomed on the tip of her tongue, the policewoman's eyes widened in disbelief. This small piece of sweet jelly almost melted in her mouth, turning into a mellow and silky liquid that flowed into her throat. In the next second, her body and mind seemed to be healed. As if it was a great moisturizer: "Isn't this... this is so delicious?"

"How can it be!?"

Walter next to him was a little confused when he saw this: "Vampires can actually eat human food? Are you kidding me!?"

"I told you that the food cooked by a British guy like you is too bad."

Fang Mo rolled his eyes at Walter, and then looked at the policewoman with a smile. The other person didn't notice anything unusual until now: "How is it? Your uncle's skills are good, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

The policewoman immediately nodded wildly after hearing this, and kept eating spoonful after spoonful of pudding in the bowl. The strange and rich sweet aroma stimulated her taste buds, making her unable to stop at all, and just wanted to hurry up and eat more. Eat some.

"this……"

Seeing the policewoman's exaggerated eating appearance, the butler Walter fell into self-doubt for a moment: "Is it really my cooking that tastes bad?"

"if not?"

Fang Mo directly spread his hands: "Look at what I made, how delicious this kid's food is..."

"this……"

Walter took a step back subconsciously, with a very complicated look on his face: "No wonder the eldest lady often skips meals, but always asks me to make coffee for her. Is it because the food I cook is too unpalatable and she is embarrassed to say..."

Just when Walter kept doubting life.

Breakfast time is also over.

After eating and drinking, Fang Mo briefly observed the situation on the policewoman's side.

I mentioned before that the other party is a vampire, and the vampire setting in the Hellsing copy is quite interesting. If a vampire devours another person's blood, he will take that person's life as his own.

Within the normal plot line.

The policewoman later fell in love with a mercenary and sucked his blood after his death.

Then the other person naturally becomes a part of her, and the two of them are together forever in disguise.

But what Fang Mo was curious about was that the coagulated blood he took out was realized from the MC world... Theoretically, this blood has no source. After all, that thing is just a bunch of data.

So he wanted to know what would happen if the policewoman ate this thing.

Will it take over someone's life? Villagers? monster? Or the player/Steve stand-in who jumps into the furnace?

"Uh, that..."

However, Fang Mo's gaze was also noticed by the policewoman, and she touched her face a little strangely: "Mr. Wang, is there something on my face?"

"Can you please stop calling me Mr. Wang?"

"The two-headed cannibal..."

"This joke is really hard for you to handle, isn't it?" Before the other party could finish speaking, Fang Mo interrupted the policewoman angrily: "From now on, just call me Uncle Pi."

"Why?"

The policewoman was stunned for a moment: "But didn't you call me General Wang? Why did you call me Uncle?"

"That old immortal bat is still called Akat. Don't you still call him master?" Fang Mo said casually and perfunctorily: "He and I are the king of the immortals at the same level. It's very strange for a junior like you to call me by my name." It's not polite, so use the honorific title, at least uncle."

"Is that so?"

The policewoman was a little confused, but she quickly accepted the setting: "Okay, from now on I will call you... Uncle..."

"Yeah, yeah, good boy, now I have a niece too."

Fang Mo smiled and touched the other person's head: "How do you feel after eating? Are you full?"

"It's okay." The policewoman tilted her head and thought for a moment and said, "Although it's quite strange... but to be honest, it would be pretty good if it could be like this for every meal."

"so."

Hearing this, Fang Mo also nodded understandingly.

It seemed that the coagulated blood he took out had no source, and the policewoman showed no signs of occupying anyone's life after eating it. If I had to say it, this thing must be the pure vitality of the group.

"Okay, go ahead and play."

After verifying his conjecture, Fang Mo waved his hand directly: "I'm going to torture... No, I'm going to find Integra to discuss some business."

"knew."

The policewoman nodded when she heard this, and then turned to look for Walter.

Fang Mo also returned to the basement, looked at the small map, and soon found the room where Intergula was, and walked in as soon as he pushed the door open.

The room was filled with rich cigar smoke, which made Fang Mo feel like he was in a trance, because Logan's room was often like this. Of course, compared to Logan who had nothing to do, Integra's work was still much more cumbersome. At this moment, I didn't even have breakfast, I was already staring at the documents with my brows furrowed.

On her bedside table, there was still a pile of documents that she had not had time to process.

"You should knock on the door first when you come in."

Hearing the footsteps, Integra also raised his head and glanced at Fang Mo.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I accidentally knocked down the door. After all, wooden doors are too fragile for zombies." Fang Mo shrugged: "Where we are, everyone just blocks the entrance with squares."

"ha?"

Integra was stunned when he heard this.

"You're quite busy." Fang Mo leaned over and took a look at the document in the other person's hand: "Report on vampires? Are you busy with official duties so early?"

"Well, because today I have a roundtable meeting."

Integra nodded, but then his face darkened as if he thought of something: "Originally, I could use a computer to view this information, but because of you, I have to use a more primitive method now. "

"Isn't that what you forced me to do?"

Fang Mo spread his hands: "You have to fight with me... How about we all sit down and chat in peace?"

"I……"

Integra took a deep breath, and she felt her head started to hurt again: "Okay, you're right, I was too impulsive. Can I apologize to you?"

"Originally, the apology from our side was to expose your belly, but considering that your skin is too dark, I stopped reading it."

Fang Mo waved his hand magnanimously: "We won't go through the process. I forgive you."

"What the hell..."

Integura felt that veins were bulging on his forehead, but he still forced himself to calm down: "I have already asked people from the engineering team to come over. Although it is difficult to rebuild the entire manor, at least part of the living area can be restored first. They should be coming soon."

"Oh, I just saw that."

Fang Mo nodded: "Walter seemed to have gone to pick them up just now. The policewoman is also here. By the way...your reconstruction costs must be quite large, right? Do you need me to give you a raise?"

"You're going to give me, the director, a raise?"

Integuera obviously did not realize the seriousness of the matter at this moment.

"You do not believe?"

Fang Mo asked back.

"Ha." Integra didn't care about this at all. He didn't even bother to look up at Fang Mo. He just continued to stare at the documents in his hand: "If you have nothing to do, go and make me a cup of coffee..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his words, a huge noise spread directly throughout the room.

"?!"

Integu La was so frightened that she suddenly raised her head, only to see a one-meter-square yellow thing next to Fang Mo. The texture looked so familiar that she was stunned and almost picked it out of the bed. Get up: "Huh? Huh!? It's not you..."

"Your expression management is far worse than Nick's."

Fang Mo smiled slightly: "To think that when I had such a big gold brick in front of him, this bastard black man could even make such a bad face of me. Damn it..."

It's a pity that the words haven't been finished yet.

It seemed as if something exploded above. The entire basement shook uneasily, and a large amount of dust fell directly from the ceiling.

"...You did it?"

Integra frowned.

"It's really not the case." Fang Mo took a look at the small map and found two familiar heads rushing towards this side with a bunch of red dots: "Huh? They seem to be enemies..."

"What?"

Integra was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled out a pistol from the side: "Damn it, it happened at this time. Did you choose to hold a round table meeting here today?!"

"The pistol can be pulled just like Nick..."

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows and complained, then turned around and walked towards the door: "Okay, just stay here. I'll see what's going on outside first."

Speaking of which.

He opened the door and walked out directly.

When he left, when Integula was about to follow him, the gold nuggets on the ground suddenly moved strangely and blocked the door directly. Then Fang Mo's voice came faintly.

"I told you that the door is not safe, so I will use the blocks to help you block it first."

"Let me out!!!"