Zhong Wen originally thought that he would only have his hand cut off a few times, then suffer humiliation, and finally die!
They were all going to die anyway, so Zhong Wen mustered up the courage to scold Yang Ning!
But he didn't expect that the hand that had left his body could still cause him pain!
For a moment, Zhong Wen screamed in pain, how miserable the sound was!
Until he completely lost feeling in his hands.
Because the hands in the pot were boiled.
And the cooking skills are just for the first appetizer.
After all, when it comes to cooking skills, Zhong Wen can be said to be proficient in steaming, frying, pan-frying and boiling, and just now was just the first one.
Yang Ning took out a string of small wind chimes from the white cloth bag he carried with him.
It was the same style as the one hanging in his Lingwa shop, but this one was slightly smaller.
With a flick of the hand, jingle bell——
The wind chimes make a crisp and sweet sound.
Dozens of ghosts appear one by one.
These kiddies are both male and female, and most of them are young, about the same age as Honghong.
There are also a few older ones, the oldest one, an old woman, has gray hair.
But regardless of their age, they all have one thing in common: they all have no hands.
Moreover, when the ghost eyes of these ghosts looked at Zhong Wen, they were full of anger and fierceness!
These are all the innocent souls who died because Zhong Wen ate their hands.
As Zhong Wen said before, this is only part of the crimes he committed, because there are still many people who have lost their hands but are still alive.
Honghong pointed at these ghosts without hands and said to Zhong Wen: "Chengcheng said that as long as you can re-make your own hands according to the cooking method that used to treat everyone's hands, as long as you are still alive after that, then you Just live.”
Zhong Wen, who was tortured by the severe pain in his hand and was about to die, cursed very courageously: "I, I, I will kill you!"
"Even if I die and become a ghost, I will come back to gnaw your hands and claws!"
"You wait!"
It would have been better if Zhong Wen had used another curse method, but he chose "turn into a ghost after death"...
This is what Yang Ning is least afraid of.
For a moment, all the ghosts had nothing to say.
Yang Ning curled her lips and said: "You can just turn into a monster after death, but why do you have to turn into a ghost?"
"Since Mr. Zhong is so elegant..."
Looking at the group of handless ghosts, Yang Ning asked: "Who is interested in Mr. Zhong's hands? You can have it, pay attention!"
"Each ghost can only take one bite!"
"And you can only bite your hands! After all, Mr. Zhong didn't harm you anywhere else, so you can't take the opportunity to retaliate excessively!"
After Yang Ning finished speaking, in Zhong Wen's horrified eyes, a group of handless ghosts swarmed towards him!
"Ah, ah! Get away, get away!"
"I* belong to your whole family! Get out! Ah, ah!"
Zhong Wen's hands kept making "click" and "click" sounds!
Some ghosts even took the boiled Zhong Wen hands out of the pot and started to chew them!
Although there were Yang Ning's restrictions, because there were many ghosts and few hands, Zhong Honghong gave Zhong Wen "flesh and bones" twice with dragon blood, and then all the handless ghosts experienced Zhong Wen's original happiness.
Seeing his hand growing again, Mr. Zhong, who had a strong endurance, finally collapsed.
He suddenly picked up the kitchen knife still stained with his own blood and stabbed himself hard in the heart!
The stab went in, it hit the heart, and the person closed his eyes, but...
But within a moment, Zhong Wen opened his eyes again.
There was still blood on his heart, but the wound had completely healed.
Honghong held the small basin filled with dragon blood, stood beside him and said, "Why don't you stop bothering? Otherwise you will be the one to suffer..."
Zhong Wen cried and howled, "I was wrong!"
"I shouldn't eat human hands! I was wrong!"
"Kill me! Please, stop torturing me! Let me, a scumbag, die!"
Honghong turned to look at Yang Ning.
Yang Ning lowered his head and looked at the tortoise lying on the chariot.
He smiled and said: "Bastard, look at it, you are the only one in this world who can make me bow my head."
The bastard shell was so frightened that it jumped on top of Yang Ning's head, and stopped in the air for several seconds. Finally, the whole shell began to tremble violently, and it fell down when it couldn't bear it any longer.
"I'm just teasing you, don't be so serious..."
"Mr. Zhong said he realized his mistake, huh?"
Yang Ning pondered: "Then help me find out whether Mr. Zhong is just trying to escape punishment, or is he really aware of his mistake?"
"If it's true, you'll land on your head, and we'll send Mr. Zhong away safely. If it's false, you'll land on your back, and we..."
"Well, let's continue to let Mr. Zhong do the cooking."
Listening to Yang Ning's words, Zhong Wen was so scared that his soul flew away!
He quickly shouted: "I, I really know I was wrong! No, no need to calculate! I really mean it!"
"Let me die! Please!"
No matter what Zhong Wen said, the bastard Kezi jumped up again, turned over in the air, and landed...
It's the opposite.
"Yeah, no problem, cooking."
Yang Ning waved to Honghong and turned around.
"I'm a soft-hearted person and don't want to see too bloody scenes. Just cooperate with Mr. Zhong and get things done."
After that, Yang Ning took out Xiao Hai's crystal doll and said, "Xiao Hai, bring me a breakfast, I want it cooked."
This time he looked at the undulating sea in the crystal doll, and Xiaohai smiled happily and slapped a wave at him.
Behind Yang Ning.
Zhong Wen looked ashen.
Honghong pulled the smallest one from a group of handless ghosts and asked, "How did he eat your hand in the first place?"
The smallest handless ghost looked about three years old. It babbling for a long time without understanding a single word.
At this time, a little turtle crawling on the ground with hands and feet hanging from its neck crawled over and said: "Cut it into sections, serve it cold, add onions, ginger and garlic."
"Uh-huh!"
The smallest handless ghost nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, and smiled at the little turtle and waved his handless arm.
The little turtle also smiled at him and waved his handless arm.
The two little devils hugged each other and became friends while laughing and joking.
Honghong looked at Zhong Wen, "Mr. Zhong, the first dish is cut into sections, served cold, add onions, ginger and garlic."
Zhong Wen: "..."
Honghong: "Cut into sections——"
boom!
Before Hong Hong could finish her words, Zhong Wen gritted his teeth and raised his hand to chop off one of his own hands!
He has understood that if he disobeys, he will only suffer more!
When the hand that was chopped off grew back, he took the knife in his hand and chopped off his other hand.
During this process, Zhong Wen was covered in cold sweat and clenched his teeth, but he did not let out a cry of pain!
Next, cut into sections.
Then, serve cold.
When it comes time to add onions, ginger and garlic at the end...
Zhong Wen still couldn't hold it back.
He hugged his own hands and rolled on the ground, screaming in pain!
The shrill cries of pain echoed across the Dragon Tomb Plain, making everyone in the Death Scythe action team look uglier.
Ruan Kai and Han Yang only thought that sometimes they could live a good life if they ate more compressed dry food and drank some Farmer's Three punches.
However, this is only the first dish...
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