If the suspension bridge hadn't blocked the dung beetle from crossing the border, it would have been able to catch up with the giant locust tree due to its tenacity.
Dahuai glanced at the dung beetle at the end of the suspension bridge and shook the tree crown helplessly.
"My damn charm..."
Little old lady: "..."
As long as it was not her own, she would kick it off the suspension bridge.
She finally realized that when she was narcissistic, she had a strong urge to show filial piety.
Before crossing the suspension bridge, the little old lady saw the earth and tiles piled up at the end of the bridge.
Compared with other peaks, Tianshu Peak is several times larger than them, but the main hall of Tianshu Peak is the smallest of all the peaks, and the square is only ten square meters at the head of the suspension bridge.
Looking at the piles of Chenghuang earth and tiles that were less than ten square meters, the little old lady could guess how small this Tianshu Hall was without looking up.
He raised his head and looked over from a distance.
really!
Tianshu Hall is in the center and the highest point of Tianshu Peak. The entire Tianshu Hall is as small as a pavilion.
In the pavilion, a sheep-like guy was making tea and drinking tea.
Why do you say he looks like a sheep? Because he is a sheep-headed man.
At this time, there were no tiles on the pavilion, and layers of skin were peeled off on the pillars supporting the pavilion.
Seeing this scene, the little old lady felt that their Malios were awesome.
Just like that, I can lift up the tiles and scrape off the city god's soil, and I will ask you whether you are a cow or not.
Tianshu Peak is like a terraced field, with Tianshu Hall at the highest point. Leaving the small square at the entrance of the suspension bridge, there are stone steps leading up.
The little old lady took Dahuai along the stone steps to Tianshu Hall.
"Here you come! I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Before the siblings arrived, they heard an old man's voice. Without even thinking, they knew it was a sheep-headed man who spoke.
When I climbed up, I met the kind eyes of the sheep-headed man.
The sheep-headed man looked like he didn't want to show off, and explained the situation on his side.
"My level is very simple. I have loved cooking all my life, but I couldn't meet my soulmate because I was captured by the Spirit King to guard the tomb. This human friend, you only need to taste the twelve delicacies I made and let me release myself. If you feel itchy, you can leave."
As he spoke, he stroked the beard on his chin with his hand, like an elegant scholar.
If you don’t understand this kind of horror, you will most likely believe it. In addition, horror will not lie at will, and many people will fall into this trap.
In a previous life, when horror games first appeared, countless players died at the hands of these sheep-headed men.
The little old lady looked at the sheep-headed man in front of her with a half-smile.
Sheep-headed people are good at disguise and love lying. They are even worse than liars. They are greedy and a foodie. They also love to cook. Their favorite thing to do is to use incense and illusion to make humans into humans. Eat, let them taste themselves without knowing it, and eventually die from tasting their own brains.
Being invited by a sheep-headed man to taste food is not a good job.
Of course, if you are really the kind of person who is so greedy that you risk your life, you can also give it a try. After all, the food made by their sheep-headed people does taste the best on earth.
In her previous life, there was a player in the Free Country, a complete lunatic. Just because he had a life card, he took the initiative to find a sheep-headed man to eat him. From then on, whenever he was life-carded, he would visit the sheep head. people.
When he met the little old lady's gaze, the sheep-headed man felt that she was in danger. He was so frightened that he tried hard to prevent his beard from being pulled off.
"This human friend, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the little old lady took out two masks from her backpack, one for her and one for Dahuai, covering her mouth and nose. She interrupted the sheep-headed man and agreed.
"Can!"
With that said, he took Dahuai into Tianshu Hall.
The corner of the sheep-headed man's mouth twitched. The incense and illusion he used were useless even if he blocked his mouth and nose as long as he entered the Tianshu Palace.
Little did he know that the purpose of the mask was not to block the nose and mouth, but to allow the siblings to breathe the medicine packet in the mask and stay clear at all times, unaffected by his fragrance and illusions.
The little old lady kicked the big locust tree when she sat down. The two siblings looked at each other calmly and then looked away.
Looking at the sheep-headed man who had already walked to the stove on the side of the pavilion and started preparing to cook, the little old lady asked like a curious baby.
"Aren't you tired of cooking for others all the time?"
The little old lady had just finished asking, but before the sheep-headed man could answer, Da Huai on the side, like a rebellious younger brother in adolescence, interrupted impolitely.
"Sister, he is just a cook, this job is his, why is he tired?"
Sheep-headed man: "..."
The fist is hard.
The little old lady glanced at Dahuai disapprovingly.
"Da Huai, what you said is wrong. The eldest sister likes to cook and cooks for you. Do you also look down on the eldest sister?"
Dahuai frowned, as if looking at an unreasonable child, but he quickly explained, as if he was afraid that the little old lady would misunderstand.
"Sister, what are you talking about? Can you and him be the same?"
The little old lady was very angry.
"Dahuai, what do you think I taught you, everyone is equal, horror and horror are equal, there shouldn't be a chain of contempt, please apologize quickly."
The crown of the big locust tree was raised, with a proud look on its face.
"I don't!"
The little old lady was very angry.
"I must teach you what respect is today."
He stood up and grabbed the sheep-headed man.
"My friend the sheep-headed man, please sit down today and try my cooking first. You happen to be a professional and can help me with my instructions. Then I will eat your cooking. Maybe I can still grow and grow."
As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but pull the sheep-headed man to her seat and sit down.
The sheep-headed men are rising.
After all, I am the only one who wants to be a eater. I want to cook and be a chef.
Before the sheep-headed man could get up, the big locust tree next to him pushed him onto the seat, and even used a branch to get him a big locust-brand safety belt, which completely tied the sheep-headed man to the chair.
Dahuai was angry and had a bad tone.
"What are you doing up here? She likes to be a cook so much. Since she wants to be a cook so much and wants to serve people to cook, then you just sit down and wait to eat, hum! I want to see what fancy food she can make."
He leaned back in his chair and gave the sheep-headed man a look that said, "You better know someone."
Sheep-headed man: "..."
wrong.
It shouldn't be like this.
But the rhythm that followed was completely out of his control, and was tightly controlled by the little old lady and Dahuai.
The little old lady served him one dish after another, but he still had to eat it. After eating, the big sophora tree fed him enthusiastically.
He always felt something was wrong.
This food is so dark, why can he taste it so deliciously?
This is wrong, very wrong.
But it’s so delicious!
too delicious!
How can there be such delicious food in the world!
He hadn't touched his beard for a long time.
Yes, touch the beard.
No, where is his hand?
How can he touch the goat's beard without hands?
The little old lady looked at the goat-headed man who had lost his beard and showed confusion and obsession.
"The twelfth dish is monkey brain flowers eaten raw."
As she spoke, the little old lady used the sheep-headed man's tools to open the brain of the sheep-headed man, who had only one head left.
Use a spoon to scoop out the goat-headed man's own brain and feed it to the goat-headed man's mouth.
The sheep-headed man opened his mouth happily and tasted the last delicacy.
I can't wait, but at the same time, it's a bit of a pity.
This is the last dish. It’s such a pity that I won’t be able to eat it again in the future.
Chewing, chewing, chewing...
The goat-headed man slowly closed his eyes.
I can't open it anymore...
