The end of the world starts from the global copy

"Grandma, these words are to my liking... Didn't I say that you have been hungry for several years? Are you so skinny?"

"I haven't eaten for a long time... I thought ghosts don't need to eat."

"Fart, just looking at you is a fool... Ghosts suck ghosts, eat living people's grievances, you little devil does not hurt people, kills, and eats the same kind. If you don't starve to death, you are a ghost."

"I don't hurt people, I don't kill, and I can't beat other ghosts. I don't do anything wrong when I'm alive, so why do I have to go against my heart when I die? If God doesn't give me a way to survive, I won't be a ghost!"

"Hey, you're kind of funny... Let's do this, I just came to Guling City, and I just need a helper cook. If you want to eat and drink, you can hang out with me. If you don't say anything else, I can do it of."

"Does it hurt?"

"I can only say that I don't hurt good people. Forget it, let me do the dirty work..."

"In that case, I'll hang out with you."

……

"You can't do this, you can't handle it, and you don't have any talent. You can't be a cook. Get out and help a waiter."

"Hey master, what you said is right, are you sure it's because I have no talent, and it's not because you didn't teach well?"

"roll roll roll."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Master, master! You always say that my talent is not good. This time, I will find you a talented apprentice. His name is Xiao Ye. I met him outside today. What do you think about this kid's talent?"

"If you're not talented, you can't tell if you're talented or not. In this way, hang out with me for two days. After two days, you can see if you are a good seed for cooking."

"Okay! Ono, why don't you hurry up and do the apprentice ceremony?"

"Master... Master."

"Call me senior brother, I will be your senior brother from now on."

"Hey...Senior Brother...Senior Brother, drink tea."

"I didn't say Xiao Chuan, why does this Xiao Ye seem to have a bad brain?"

"Master Fu, please don't scold, Ono is not smart enough, but he is a little shy."

"Tsk tsk, I feel like you bastard is lying to me."

"Then how dare I..."

……

"That's salt, this one is called sugar, if you lick it with your tongue, it tastes different."

"Si Liu...Master, this salt is not good...this candy is delicious..."

"Hey...it's not Xiao Ye. There is a difference between sugar and salt. Next time we add seasonings, can you taste it yourself? What tastes good is sugar, and what tastes bad is salt. I'll teach you five times, right?"

"Master...Master, I know I'm stupid, don't be angry..."

"Hoo...me! No! Angry! Angry! But your brain..."

"Master, I was wrong, don't drive me away... I don't want to be put in the refrigerator by my relatives anymore, it's cold there..."

"..."

"It's sugar, and sugar is good. It's salt, and salt is bad."

"Yeah, I remember, master."

"Master, I put the salt and sugar in the wrong place again, master."

"master……"

……

"How did they die?"

"At that time, the artist came to Mingji Private Kitchen and said he wanted to draw a painting, but Xiao Chuan refused to let him paint, and then the artist started."

"This kid... usually looks very smart, but he likes to play this mindless job at critical moments."

"Where's Ono? Where's that idiot in my back kitchen?"

"He ran out of the back kitchen when he heard the noise, and was killed by the painter..."

"It's normal, these two boys can't make waves in front of the painter."

"They said something else before they died."

"What did you say?"

"Xiao Chuan said thank you for taking care of me for so many years."

"Xiao Ye said that he has been with you for eight years, and today he finally put in the right salt and sugar, and he was thinking of giving you a surprise when you come back..."

"Okay, stop talking. I have to sharpen my knife."

……

"Today I'm eating sweet and sour pork ribs."

"It's not the master, it's not sweet and sour pork ribs, it's salt and vinegar pork ribs, the salt and vinegar pork ribs don't taste good to him..."

"Xiao Gao, if you can't eat delicious food, it's because of your lack of skill. This salt and vinegar tastes like salt and vinegar."

"I really haven't eaten this."

"Eat two extra meals and you'll get it out."

"By the way, you take these things yourself."

"What are these?"

"My recipes and some kitchen utensils, if I can't come back this time, you can figure it out by yourself."

"It's not master, it's not a good thing to set up a flag before the war."

"What is a flag?"

"It's...that's..."

"Forget it, don't talk about it, don't mention these things to brother Lu Ming, that brat won't let the rabbit see the hawk, I have to give him something to look forward to, so that he doesn't help me with things..."

"Master, we are together."

"Then will you help him or me?"

"...help you!"

"It's not worth it."

……

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The entire gallery was empty, and the black and white painting slaves had already walked out of the paintings, and then they were hacked up by the chef, a ghost, leaving only the blank picture frames still hanging on the wall.

Without the obstruction of the painting slave, the chef ran amok like a bull, and soon he reached the sixth floor.

The door of the exhibition hall at the end of the sixth floor is open, and you can see in the exhibition hall No. [-] from a distance, the painter is sleeping and advancing in a huge landscape painting.

The chef violently slashed at the door of the painter's house all the way, so fast that he flew up, and this time was obviously not enough for the painter to complete the promotion.

Seeing that, the chef opened his mouth and laughed wildly.

"You still want to advance!?"

"You still want to advance after offending me!?"

"Go to your Spring and Autumn Dream!"

There was a clang.

The door of the second exhibition hall suddenly opened.

A black and white painter stepped out, staring at the chef and Lu Ming, with a smile on his beautiful face.

"The time is just right."

The chef grabbed Lu Ming, and at the same time pointed to the black and white painter.

"That's yours."

The painter spread his hand and shook, a scroll fell from his fingertips, and a black and white scroll unfolded slowly.

In the picture scroll, a portrait of a man holding a book and reading at night is presented. There is no need for the artist to do anything else. The scholar in the painting slowly turns his head and looks at the chef.

"this is yours."

The painter said with a smile.

Chapter 135 Night Watchman!

"Hey……"

Walking on the street, Gao Yisheng sighed.

Looking at the chef's recipes and kitchen utensils lying in the props bar, Gao Yisheng's boredom became even stronger.

"Master, Lu Ming..."

What Lu Ming just noticed just now, Gao Yisheng has been clear for a long time - the chef is probably not going to come back when he is gone.

Thinking of the master-student relationship in the past few days, and thinking that little brother Lu Ming might not get any advantage by going here, Gao Yisheng felt sorry for him, but he didn't know what he could do.

With a dizzy brain, Xiao Gao didn't have an idea for a while. With a heart full of apprehension, Xiao Gao walked to a nearby hotel—he wanted to rest.

The high-intensity study in the past few days has already exhausted Xiao Gao's mind and body. It is also a reasonable choice to take this opportunity to catch up on sleep and get back to business after waking up.

"ID card."

Xiao Gao showed his ID card, took the key and prepared to go upstairs to rest, but before he got on the elevator, the voice of the hotel owner suddenly came from behind him.

"Wait buddy, this is not your ID card..."

"Why not? I just did it a few days ago, and the police did it for me personally!"

Originally Xiao Gao didn't take it seriously, but when he saw the innkeeper raising the things in his hands, Gao Yisheng was shocked.

He quickly got off the elevator and came to the innkeeper. Looking at the yellow paper in the innkeeper's hand, Gao Yisheng was dumbfounded.

The hotel owner laughed and scolded: "You use a dead man's money as an ID card here, buddy, this joke is not funny."

Gao Yisheng's eyes were dull, and he swallowed hard.

……

In order to be promoted, the painter is fully prepared.

The black-and-white painter is the painter's slave—but unlike ordinary painters, this self-portrait is obviously a self-portrait, and it carries more power.

This is a high-level evil spirit!

And the scroll in the painter's hand...

And the person in the painting on the scroll...

Good guy.

Lu Ming is just a good guy.

"Is this a scholar?"

Even if he has never met a scholar, Lu Ming probably understands the painter's trump card.

The chef was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

That's right, that's the scholar.

The painter took out a portrait of a scholar—but it was obviously not a ghost slave made by the painter, but a trump card obtained in exchange for a ghost story.

Looking at the dull faces of Lu Ming and the chef, the black and white artist laughed wildly.

He laughed so hard that his little face twisted and he couldn't help himself.