The best foodies in history

Chapter 237 This Killing God Is Hungry and Exaggerating
"Pork chop skin, I'll fuck your grandma!"

The lieutenant turned around and hopped to curse at the young Li Gui, waving the bronze dagger in his hand and was about to rush to his own hands to kill himself!

Just as the condensed soul body was about to rush out, it was entangled by the blue-golden dragon, "My lord is really not me! I just came up with an idea, and it was our general who did it!"

Regardless of the lieutenant general's begging for mercy, Han Zheng took him into his mind and handed him over to the little goblin.

"What decision do you make? Do you continue to fight with me, or open a way and let me meet the king you call for a while?" Han Zheng picked up the old locust tree and walked towards the endless tents in front of him with big strides. .

The Yin soldiers turned into Yin Qi all over the sky, circling in the air and quickly thinking about the camp flying back, bang bang bang, the heavy trampling sound was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, echoing in the dark red world.

Standing outside the tent, looking at the five-meter-high Zhaimen, Han Zheng rolled his eyes speechlessly, waved the old pagoda tree and forcibly smashed the Zhaimen, "It's a ghost to be mad. Guard who?"

The fierce ghosts in the camp, when Han Zheng broke in, they all ran away from the camp one after another, and handed over this ruthless man who could harvest thousands of ghosts with a wave of his hand to their king to fight against.

Han Zheng carried the old locust tree on his shoulders, and walked to the only one in the camp, which was only tens of meters in size built of stones. "What, ghost king, right? Come out, I have something to say to you!"

"You think I'm stupid! I won't go out even if I'm killed!"

Hearing this, Han Zheng threw down the old locust tree, stepped into the palace built of stones, and walked inside. Han Zheng saw that there was not much room in the palace. On the high platform directly in front of him was a throne carved from broken stones, on which he lay reclining. There is a big man with a curly beard with his chest exposed.

"Fucking grass, are you the group of bosses who don't want to be reincarnated as ghosts?"

Han Zheng looked at the bearded man reclined on the stone throne, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, and a famous figure in history surfaced.

"Boy, I don't have time to fight with you. I haven't eaten human delicacies for almost 1000 years! Hiding in this place where the birds don't shit, I just want to get enough energy to compete with the underworld for mature food!"

Han Zheng sat on the stone pier in the stone hall, took out the steaming Huangquan tea that was still warm, took a sip, and then said to the big man on the throne: "It seems that you, the king, have done a lot. Yes! But I don’t understand, ghosts still eat food?”

"Who am I going to ask? I thought that after becoming a ghost, I would no longer have to worry about eating and drinking! Nima, after 1000 years, it is better to enjoy it while alive. Do you know how I spent these 1000 years? ?"

The big man with bearded beard suddenly sat up and looked at Han Zheng, "Looking at your cultivation, you must be one of the immortals. This is the most desolate east in the underworld area. The space passage leading to the world is the place where I, together with other The king teamed up to open it, in order to go to the mortal world, snatch the spiritual energy and introduce it to this desolate place that makes ghosts cry!"

Seeing Han Zheng's bewildered look, the man with the beard went on to say, "We have been fighting with those sons of bitches in the underworld for 1000 years. Although we have robbed a lot of food, we have so many ghosts that I am here The king on the bright side can only nest here every day to prevent his spiritual energy from being consumed too much!"

Han Zheng is sweating, and the hardships of the immortals in the heavens are ignored. After all, they need a lot of spiritual energy to strengthen their spiritual bodies and live forever, and the ghosts in the underworld are originally Yin Qi, here Yin Qi With such richness, you still have to compete with others for food?

"Actually, I haven't figured it out until now. Ghosts rely on yin energy to survive. Spiritual energy has no effect on you, right?" Han Zheng asked the question that he had been puzzled in his heart.

"What do you know, the yin energy of the underworld is used for those ghosts who have just died to gather their soul bodies. Otherwise, if you think about the saying in the world, you will still be a good man after 18 years. How did this allusion come about?"

Han Zheng shook his head, expressing that he did not understand!
The bearded man had a look of grief and indignation on his face, "Every ghost that enters the underworld has to go through [-] levels of hell, and each level of torture takes a year in the mortal world. Paralyzed, even if I don't use it for a few years, I will end up with my soul flying away!"

"And Yin Qi can keep the soul together for no more than 18 years, and the eighteen levels of hell are created by the underworld to pass the long boring time!"

"Lying on the grass, the Hades of the Ten Temples of this underworld really know how to play!"

After Han Zheng listened to the introduction of the bearded man, he had already planned in his heart that all his relatives would definitely become immortals in the future, and even going to heaven to mine would be more comfortable than entering the underworld.

"Then you haven't told me, can you ghosts use aura to prolong the lifespan of the soul body?"

At this time, Han Zheng had roughly understood why they competed with the underworld for food rich in aura. It turned out that they could keep their souls and bodies in the world for a long time without reincarnation.

"Actually, there are too many ghosts in the underworld envious of those lonely and wild ghosts living in the outside world. Although the spiritual energy in the world is scarce, there is still some after all. All of them are still in the blessing and don't know the blessing. They desperately want to go to... If you are stuck in the underworld, you are paralyzed and have no brains!"

Han Zheng showed his original expression, then looked at the bearded man, and asked solemnly: "Are you Huang Chao, the hero of the generation who ruined the Tang Dynasty?"

The big man with a beard who was still immersed in his own grief and anger, heard Han Zheng reveal his identity, and immediately picked up a long sword beside him in shock.

"Boy, if you dare to spread the word about my current situation, this king will kill me even if I die!"

Han Zheng glanced at Huang Chao who had pulled out the long sword halfway, looked at him whose legs were trembling, waved his hands and said, "You should rest! Your hungry legs are trembling, you should save your strength to fight with the underworld." Food!"

"Report, Your Majesty, Your Majesty Bai Qi is here, waiting outside the hall!"

Han Zheng glanced at the Yin soldier who came in to report, looked at his face and remembered, this guy is the ghost called Zhubapi who tried to expose the lieutenant.

"Hey, are you really that pork chop skin that was scolded by thousands of people in modern times?"

Han Zheng is now very curious about whether this is the big landlord pork chop skin that often appears in elementary school textbooks, "My lord, the little one is indeed that pork chop skin. Fortunately, the king valued it so that I can eat!"

"Your mother, the report has been going on for such a long time, and now the king can't stand still. Do you want me to be ridiculed outside the tent?"

Han Zheng heard the dialect accent and turned around to look, only to see a tall and mighty middle-aged man with a domineering appearance and a snow-white robe, walking into the hall with a cane in his hand.

"Damn, this is Bai Qi, the God of Killing? This God of Killing is so full of praise!" Han Zheng's mood at the moment is indescribable, Bai Qi is the idol in every man's heart!

This way of appearing on the stage is really far from the image of the killing god in his imagination. Now Han Zheng has the urge to turn around and leave.

(End of this chapter)