"Damn, don't scare me. I've played pranks on my teacher before, is it too late to apologize tomorrow?"
"Does not doing homework count as a crime? (_φ_(．．) )"
For a moment, the attention of the viewers shifted from the horror of Liang Ban Gui Si to themselves.
Recalling if they had done anything wrong.
Seeing this, Jiang Lin explained:
"It's not that serious, actually. The legends of hell in the mortal world are exaggerated."
"Generally speaking, as long as you haven't committed major offenses, you won't be sent to hell."
Hell is also very busy, it doesn't accept everything.
"However, if you do some wicked deeds, it will also manifest in other ways."
For example, reincarnation.
For example, in luck, or in the next generation.
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task: Popularizing Underworld Culture - Hell! Points +500!"
Jiang Lin: "...Huh?"
He remembered that he had received rewards for popularizing hell when he was in the Eastern Palace before.
Was this reward because it was the Western Palace this time?
Or because he had just popularized new knowledge?
Jiang Lin felt like he had discovered something.
"It's actually the Eighth Generation Zhan Qi Dao!"
An excited voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Jiang Lin looked over and saw the little girl, about eleven or twelve years old, with two buns in her hair.
The little girl was currently looking at Meng Hu in front of the kitchen counter with sparkling eyes...
at the cleaver at her waist.
Jiang Lin: "Eighth Generation Zhan Qi Dao?"
"Yes, yes!"
A Rui nodded repeatedly, "Don't you know? That's a ghost artifact produced by Qi Bao Zhai. My master participated in the seventh generation as well."
"Don't look at that knife like a cleaver, look at the patterns on the blade, that's the biggest highlight of this knife, you..."
Hearing someone ask, A Rui instinctively started to answer.
She chattered for a while, then turned her head...!
(๑°⌓°๑)
Ah! It's Jiang Wuchang!
Is Jiang Wuchang talking to her?
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Where was she just now? Did she talk too much nonsense?
Jiang Lin: "Hmm?"
What's wrong?
A Rui twisted her hands together and lowered her voice, speaking politely:
"That knife has very high damage. The wounds it creates are not only difficult to heal but also have continuous damage, as if being burned by fire."
"I didn't expect Sister Meng Hu to use this knife for a banquet. The Liang Ban Gui just now probably still has continuous damage."
"And, and..."
A Rui glanced at Jiang Lin cautiously and quickly, "And I heard my master mention that the fire on that knife is not ordinary fire."
It was said that a lot of effort was put into obtaining it.
Jiang Lin listened quietly, "Does your master refine artifacts?"
A Rui nodded demurely, "Yes, Master also has a senior artifact refining certificate."
After thinking for a moment, she added: "If you need artifact refining, Master can give you a discount, a fi..."
A Rui suddenly extended a hand, opening her five fingers, "A fifty percent discount!"
Artifact refining?
Jiang Lin nodded, a smile in his eyes, "Okay, I'll come and take a look then."
He did want to craft some ghost artifacts this time.
He had brought the materials from the Southern Palace.
This little girl was quite similar to Chu Xi in his memory.
"Then, then I'll come pick you up then!"
A Rui secretly clenched her small fists, her eyes shining.
Her mind was no longer on the banquet.
Jiang Wuchang was coming to her house to order ghost artifacts~
She managed to get a job for her master, hehehe...
As for the discount?
Oh dear,
Master would surely be happy to offer a discount~
Maybe she'd even do it for free out of excitement!
Hehehe...
...
The banquet was still ongoing.
After sharing the first dish, Meng Hu clapped her hands together.
"Next is the second appetizer - Hot and Sour Soup~"
A teleportation array beneath her feet activated, and a new ghost was brought in, bound.
It was a woman in her forties, wearing simple clothes, with fine lines at the corners of her eyes, resembling a peasant woman.
The woman's mouth was gagged, and she looked around in confusion.
"Delicious dishes often only require the simplest preparation methods."
Meng Hu smiled and took out a large pot, "Add some pure dew from the other shore, and some cute ginger and scallions~"
She waved her hand, and the dew and ginger and scallions flew into the pot, which was like a large vat.
"And then, a ghost who loves kidnapping people and engaging in dark transactions for 12 years~"
"And three spoonfuls of salt that doesn't like to talk~"
The middle-aged woman was still bewildered when she was thrown into the pot. Only when three large spoonfuls of white salt were poured down from her head did she react. Her eyes widened, and she struggled.
But her mouth was gagged, "Mmph! Mmph mmph!"
"Mmph mmph!"
She looked at Meng Hu, bumped her forehead against the edge of the pot, then twisted her body to face the surrounding ghost onlookers and bumped again.
As if begging for mercy.
But no one paid attention to her.
Meng Hu smiled and took out a large ladle, tapping the bottom of the pot. A large fire began to burn.
"The rest is just to stir, stir~ until the ingredients inside are completely integrated into the soup base, and the hot and sour soup is ready~"
She said slowly, and began to stir with the ladle.
"Mmph mmph!"
Pain began to spread throughout the woman's body, and her legs felt like they were being crushed by a hammer.
She looked down...
Her feet had started to melt!
No! No!
How could they do this?!
Why couldn't they save her, let her go?
Were they demons?
Just then, the woman heard someone from the audience ask, "Meng Meng, you didn't add pickled vegetables or chili, how can it be hot and sour soup?"
Meng Hu smiled, "Of course it's hot and sour soup. Haven't I added the most important ingredient?"
She raised her hand and tapped the woman's head with the ladle.
Two light taps, but they felt like two thunderclaps on the woman's head.
It fried her inside and out.
Gradually, the ingredients began to melt into the soup base.
The woman felt like she was in a dream, a nightmare she would never wake up from in hell.
Her body ached, and her head felt like it was tearing.
But she could clearly hear the sounds from outside, the flow of the soup, the action of the ladle stirring her...
Meng Hu: "This is a good ingredient. During her career, she kidnapped hundreds of children and dozens of young girls~"
"Some were sent to mountainous areas, some to underground transactions, and some died on the way."
"Some died of illness, and some were beaten to death for disobedience~"
She walked around the large pot, tapped the bottom of the pot with the ladle, and the fire burned even more intensely.
The soup was almost ready.
"Hmm~ This person even sold her own three children. Maybe only she herself knows how sour and refreshing it is?"
This hot and sour soup must have a rich flavor.
Didn't they want it sour and refreshing?
Now it must be sour and refreshing enough~
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