Help! This Savior Is Too Old!

The layout of the second floor is completely different from the first floor.

There is no kitchen, no cashier, no miscellaneous tables, only a large table with a chair beside it.

Jiang Bai approached and found blood stains on the table. When he got closer, the blood stains condensed into words.

[Please take a seat].

Following the instructions of the blood letter, Jiang Bai sat on the chair and looked around,

"interesting."

The store owner repeatedly reminded that you cannot go to the third floor, which means that there is a special presence on the third floor.

On the first floor is the owner of the store. He doesn't want to go upstairs, maybe because he can't.

Is it because of the third floor?

Jiang Bai squinted his eyes and thought,

"Emperor Kongtian once said that existences similar to 'living people', that is, Buddhas and devils, can come out of the mirror of the Protectorate.

The mirror here is related to the mirror in the Protectorate. What on earth were they doing back then? Wouldn't such a crazy plan be banned? "

Jiang Bai was very sure that he wanted to send a mirror to the core of the burial ground and carefully selected the watchers. Such a huge plan would be impossible without the support of a strong force.

However, Jiang Bai also knew very well that his own people would never be able to do such a thing.

"The fourth mysterious tide...is the situation so bad..."

After Jiang Bai sat down, the word "blood" changed again:

[Please choose the pot base]

Jiang Bai's face suddenly looked a little weird. What does this second level mean? Treat yourself to hot pot?

The words in blood revealed several pot bottoms for Jiang Bai to choose from:

[Extra Spicy Butter Pot], [Extra Spicy Old Oil Pot], [Extra Spicy Green Pepper Pot]...

Jiang Bai took a quick look and saw that it was so fucking hot!

After thinking twice, Jiang Bai asked seriously,

"Um...is there any mandarin duck pot?"

【...】

【No】

Jiang Bai, who doesn't like spicy food, insisted, "You can have this."

[This really doesn’t exist]

Since Xue Zi refused to agree, Jiang Bai couldn't force him.

He raised his left hand, hung it in the air, activated [Geographical Advantage], and forcibly changed the word "blood".

【Mandarin duck pot with clear soup and mushroom soup】

As soon as the handwriting was formed, before the bloody words could be regretted, Jiang Bai clapped his hand down,

"That's it!"

This hot pot restaurant is isolated from the outside world and is less suppressed. Jiang Bai's sealed wall can be used again.

I have to say, the feeling of cheating is great!

【......】

The words in blood were silent for a moment, and then new words appeared.

[Please reselect the pot base]

Jiang Bai said sincerely, "No matter how many times I choose, I will always choose Yuanyang Hot Pot. This is my last stubbornness."

Let him eat spicy food, it is better to kill him.

After a while, the bloody words slowly dissipated and turned into a pool of blood again.

The window on the second floor suddenly broke open, and a partition flew out of the window and inserted into the hot pot at an angle.

There was originally no mandarin duck hotpot on the menu, so Jiang Bai ordered this hotpot, and the other party had to be satisfied.

The rules for burial places are now in effect.

After the partition was inserted, water flowed in from the outside and poured into the pot.

Obviously, the mandarin duck pot must be freshly made, and the clear mushroom soup must also be freshly made.

"Hey, hey, is your water clean? There won't be any dirt in it."

Jiang Bai's face was full of disgust, and he had a very bad impression of this hot pot.

In a place like a burial ground or a hot pot restaurant, you shouldn't expect anything normal.

Nothing is surprising.

However, Jiang Bai always felt some noise in his ears, as annoying as flies.

He looked down at the hot pot, and sure enough he saw a black spot in the clear soup pot!

Jiang Bai looked at it intently, and his expression suddenly became strange.

In the clear soup pot, a little man was rising and falling, struggling and shouting,

"Brother Jiang...GuluGulu...save me...GuluGulu..."

Jiang Bai:......

"Don't you have three urgent needs? Why did you end up in my pot?"

Wei Junjie: "...."

"Why do I feel like you are drowning every time I see you?"

Jiang Bai glanced at the table. Apart from the mandarin duck pot, there were only chopsticks and a colander.

A silk thread flew out, and Jiang Bai controlled the chopsticks to fall into the clear soup pot. Wei Junjie struggled to climb up the chopsticks, but because the chopsticks were too smooth, he failed two or three times.

Since chopsticks didn't work, Jiang Bai could only try with a slotted spoon.

This time, Wei Junjie successfully stood on the colander. As the colander was lifted a little bit, Wei Junjie's soles slipped again and he fell back into the water.

The water surface stirred by the colander and chopsticks made it more difficult for Wei Junjie to maintain his balance. He struggled and said,

"Brother Jiang...the water...has become hot..."

Jiang Bai turned sideways and took a look, and found that the hot pot had started to fire at some point, and the water was heating up rapidly.

At this rate, Wei Junjie will soon become an old acquaintance of Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai stretched out a hand, a burst of cold air surged out, and an ice cube immediately appeared in the clear soup pot, right next to Wei Junjie.

On the ice, Jiang Bai even thoughtfully made a hanging ladder.

Wei Junjie seized the opportunity and climbed onto the ice, gasping for air and in shock.

"Brother Jiang, this burial place is really not a place for people to stay..."

He followed the [good luck] on the paper compass, but unexpectedly entered a lake by mistake and was almost killed by a water ghost.

After all the trouble, Wei Junjie finally got the [Water Element] token. Just as he was about to think about how to escape, he was sucked into the hot pot along with the lake water!

After hearing Wei Junjie's experience, Jiang Bai only had one question.

"Who gave you that paper compass?"

Wei Junjie replied naturally, "I made it myself, using [Silhouette]. Although it is not a secret treasure, it can be as effective as a secret treasure..."

Judging from his tone, he was quite proud.

Wei Junjie also felt aggrieved. If it hadn't been for a sudden change, he would have taken away the water token at this moment and could try to go deeper.

"Have you ever thought that all things are exchanged with equal value, and everything has a price."

Jiang Bai rapped his knuckles on the table.

“A paper compass made of silhouettes can help you seek good luck and avoid bad luck, but why is it that the direction of good luck almost becomes your burial place?

Is there a possibility that a compass made of paper and read Feng Shui are for the dead? What does it mean by good fortune? Does it mean that it is better to bury you after your death? "

Wei Junjie:? ? ?

Hearing Jiang Bai's words, he quickly threw away the paper compass in his arms. Before falling into the water, the paper compass spontaneously ignited without wind and turned into fly ash.

Wei Junjie felt as if he heard a series of laughter in his ears, full of malice, like a ghost urging death!

Wei Junjie felt cold all over and wished he could jump out of the pot and take a hot bath to warm himself up.

At this moment, something flew over the window again.

Jiang Bai looked closely and saw handfuls of fungi.

The fungi fell into the bottom of the pot on the other side, which satisfied Jiang Bai's 'fungus soup pot'.

Before all the fungi fell in, Jiang Bai reached out and grabbed one of the foreign objects in the air.

Spreading his palms, Jiang Bai's face became more confused.

"This is..."

"Dove feathers?"