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The two subconsciously looked at Lingyi.
Supernatural thoughts are the same as us.
Lingyi pressed again.
"Has he tasted it?"
He is eating.
Is that a fairy tale?
If you want to deal with such a ghost, you must think long-term.
But the big girl only saw a demon threatening me.
My face was slightly blank.
Hear this beginning.
A small, burly man was cooking food.
Lingyi frowned at this moment: "I just woke up and ate something so fishy. Let's make something light and know how to make small intestines. You want to eat this."
Apparently, the ghost hadn't been irritated enough to lose its mind, and had unleashed its full strength.
"Why does he taste it? As a chef, you can only know whether your cooking meets the taste of the guests by tasting the taste before the dish is finished. He even tastes it. How do you know that it is the original flavor you want?"
With the words of the big girl, the image of a sick little chef has not yet jumped off the paper.
Chapter 242 This Will Be a Battle of Nine Deaths
Facing this scene, everyone in the audience was stunned.
This is forcibly defending according to others.
The dull girl also opened her mouth.
Can't even say a word.
She originally thought that Shen Jian had already played off, and if this trend continued, the ending would eventually lead to Shen Jian eating the nine-turn large intestine.
After all, the chef ghost has recreated a ghost meal that meets the requirements according to what Shen Jian said.
Then, it is the turn of the diners to taste the food.
If you don't taste it, you are entertaining the ghosts. Whether you can get out of this kitchen is a problem.
If you taste it...
The dull girl trembled.
The ghost chef who came rushing fell directly to the ground.
It seems that as long as Lingyi dares to eat my four-turn small intestine, he will leave that room today.
Uncle Chen looked serious.
At most, based on my experience of clearing two eight-star dungeons, it is very difficult to actually see the legendary red-clothed level in an eight-star dungeon with seven-player difficulty.
It's just that she didn't expect that the reversal would come so quickly.
Is it true, is it possible that success is just around the corner, but we just missed it?
He took out his mourning stick and greeted him.
Abandoning the mourning stick in his hand, he took out the ghost sickle instead.
That thought just flashed through, and in the last second, I flew out directly.
"Well, this is the seventh time you have experienced, yes, it should be the eighth time."
that moment.
"Ahhh!"
The half-step red clothes and the real red clothes are completely two levels of existence.
Looking at the dull man with a fierce expression, Uncle Chen restrained himself.
"Big boy, is he surprised?"
Others don't have so many ideas.
[All players in this dungeon were weakly sent out of the dungeon ten seconds ago, please pay attention to the players. 】
The chef ghost charged again.
Holding the two-meter-long steel rod, there is no illusion that the steel rod is too big.
But that kind of thing, after all, is two different things from witnessing the collapse of the dungeon with your own eyes.
Everyone's mood is one.
Both of them were stunned.
"Human, you've finished tasting this, it's up to him next, he is eating, this is just playing you."
The ghost is finished.
There was no less anger one after another, and now there is no less fear.
Chef Ghost: ...
He was born, and then you died tragically, right?
Uncle Chen also reacted at this time, Lingyi left, but there was not a ghost outside.
The breath of the chef ghost is also stagnant.
Chef Ghost also looked at Shen Jian with gritted teeth.
the other side.
If you hit it with a stick, you will be smashed into meatloaf.
I looked up.
After all, it is an eight-star dungeon difficulty, it may be enough to catch the guests, and you have to catch the local people.
Actions seem to have no effect.
Big girl: ...
I have indeed heard of that kind of thing in the Shen Jian circle.
Anyway, there is no such movement, so it doesn't matter if it is small.
A resentment of being constrained to consume and violating my legitimate rights and interests as a consumer.
"A woman like a god."
Uncle Chen's face turned pale, and he cried out.
But in the eight-star dungeon, there is definitely no chance to see the real red-clothed level.
Done.
I reappeared at the gate of the Death Villa.
Uncle Chen reminded me maliciously.
And we will become the ingredients of a new round.
That is the world of horror.
At the limit of the seven-star dungeon, there may also be half-step red-clothed ghosts.
There was no worry, no expectation, and no prayer in his eyes.
Chef Ghost: ? ? ?
A steel rod, a white bone rod, two terrifying forces collided, and a loud noise erupted.
"Big heart, I haven't heard whether Shen Jian has used it yet, I want to be careful."
Now he comes and goes.
【warn!warn!Red level warning! 】
From what she saw and heard along the way, she gradually realized a truth: the longest road in the world is Shen Jian's routine.
I knew when my upper body was broken in two, and I didn't even have the time to react.
mmp, he belongs to mmp, so it's better than what he said! ?
The ghost sickle swung out.
And sultry way.
Holding the ghost sickle, Lingyi rushed down the surveillance room.
Lingyi will become the No.80 dead soul under my steel rod.
The big girl felt even more palpitations.
It hit the wall.
And so far, there are 88 red crosses under the steel rod.
The dull man respected the Tao.
Does anyone know what kind of Fan Chan such a rare ghost has.
Even with Shen Jian, with that strength alone, the heavyweight boxing champion in the real world would have to be turned into flesh if he came and received a blow.
"Big heart!"
Holding the ghost sickle, Lingyi stuffed the chef ghost into the sack.
The scariest thing about a red-clothed ghost is its own mortal Shen Jian.
That competition of pure strength was too shocking.
My eyes looked at the ghost.
It is a ghost weapon, and it is also the foundation of my survival.
The big girl seemed to understand Uncle Chen's meaning, and curled her lips: "Grandpa, you are seven years old, and you are not yet eight years old. You still can't tell the difference between being full and being beaten."
"Here comes the attack of the red-clothed ghost!"
I'm asking for supernatural powers to suppress the red-clothed level. As long as Shen Jian, who can resist the red-clothed ghost a little bit, dies immediately, we will have no hope of surviving.
[The copy structure is good. 】
With that in mind.
But if it is against the attack of that red-clothed ghost, all this will be in vain, and everything that happened today will only be confined to the kitchen.
The chef ghost picked up the two-meter steel rod standing aside.
The chef ghost uttered a tragic and sharp wail.
The scene just now was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.
Fortunately, I surrendered early, but if I was hit by that stick, I would definitely die on the spot. ?
The figure disappeared in place.
Fan Chan had an expression on her face.
……
The dull man looked nearby and murmured.
If you want to know where the other ghosts are, the monitoring room is not a bad choice.
"He knows how you met me? Not in a dungeon, and this dungeon hasn't completely disappeared yet."
When will the ghost master control the ghosts be able to weaken his power?
Fan Chanmei:! ! !
Lingyi seemed to recede after listening.
One dungeon for Yin Marriage, one dungeon for Shen Jian Amusement Park, and one dungeon for Huangquan Hotel.