"9537, you are good. You actually killed three fifth-level mortal beasts in just half a quarter of an hour. It was several times faster than I did back then. Work hard...keep on living!!"
Tonglu was waiting at the door. When he saw Wu Mu's figure coming out, he grinned. The huge figure stepped forward, stretched out his hand and patted Wu Mu on the shoulder. The huge force made Wu Mu's body shake involuntarily.
After a few shocks, the bones seemed to be making a hard sound, and a random beat had the power of four or five dragons.
This power... is really terrifying!!
"Brother Tong is right, life in this world is just about 'surviving'. The key is to live a wonderful life and live a flavorful life." Wu Mu shrugged his shoulders, removed Tong Lu's big hand, and spoke at the corner of his mouth.
He smiled lightly and said slowly.
"9537, you slaughtered the ferocious beasts in the slaughterhouse, break down the materials, take them to the medicated diet room, find the cook, and give them to him to cook them into medicated meals. You can get three medicated meals out of ten medicated meals. You can take it yourself.
Eat it, or you can exchange it for money, accumulate coins, and redeem yourself. Those three shares are your own harvest."
The butcher glanced at Wu Mu, with a fierce look on his face, and yelled loudly: "On the Slaughter Peak, the more you work, the more you get. If you don't be lazy, you will have good luck and survive. You have to redeem yourself.
That's just a trivial matter, kid. I'm in a good mood today. This is something I used to use to put the foot of my bed. Use it to wipe your butt. Finally, you have a new guy who is interesting. Don't die easily. That would be boring.
"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a tattered ancient book drew an arc in mid-air and landed directly in Wu Mu's hands.
Wu Mu took it and took a look. There were no ancient characters on the surface of the ancient book, and it was also tattered. It looked like it had been bitten by insects. He didn't know how many characters inside had been bitten.
“Thank you butcher!!”
Wu Mu bowed slightly and thanked him.
"There is a ghost market every day on Skull Island. Your medicinal food can be sold in the night market." The butcher said a sentence firmly without turning his eyes.
Wu Mu paused for a moment as he turned around, but then took another step forward and walked towards the medicinal food room where the cook was.
They were all on Slaughter Peak, and the distance between them was not long. Not long after, Wu Mu had arrived at a medicinal kitchen that occupied an area of more than a thousand square meters. This medicinal kitchen was also a huge courtyard.
There were many servants around, some carrying dishes, some carrying firewood, and all of them seemed extremely busy.
If you take a closer look, almost every kitchen here is divided and independent. It can be said that it is a chef, an independent kitchen. From time to time, delicacies are quickly cooked and brought out by servants.
Slaughter Peak.
Of course, among these chefs, there are herbalists and ordinary chefs.
Duoduoduo!!
In each kitchen, you can hear the crisp sounds of chopping vegetables coming and going. Together, they form a unique piece of music. Various wonderful fragrances are constantly wafting in the air.
The chefs and herbalists who were kidnapped by the skeleton thieves will be arranged here. Compared with ordinary martial arts practitioners, the treatment is one in the fairyland and the other in the mortal world.
"Excuse me, little brother, I'm looking for the cook, but where is the cook?"
Wu Mu glanced around and saw that there were kitchens everywhere, and every one of them was a chef. For a moment, he didn't want to find out which one was the real chef. After thinking for a while, he quickly grabbed a servant and asked.
"Are you looking for a cook?"
When the servant heard this, his expression changed, and he quickly pointed to the largest kitchen in the courtyard and said, "The cook is right there. If you want to find it, just go there yourself."
After saying that, he waved his hand and quickly left Wu Mu's side.
"It seems that the cook's temper is not that good." When Wu Mu saw it, a thought came to his mind. The servant's expression was obviously one of almost fear.
This is not a normal expression.
From this, Wu Mu also instantly had a guess.
The kitchen pointed out by the servant is three or four times larger than other kitchens. It is not only spacious, but also abundant in all kinds of items. All kinds of materials and even utensils are given top priority in this kitchen.
Walking in, a middle-aged figure came into view. He was wearing a snow-white robe. He was not cooking any medicinal food. Instead, he was sitting leisurely on a bamboo chair, holding a big knife and waving it wantonly.
Holding a thick white radish.
He was peeling a carrot with a big knife.
Moreover, with the big knife in his hand, the radish in front of him fell off little by little, slowly taking on an exquisite appearance. Not long after, when he put down the big knife, surprisingly, a white radish directly turned into a lifelike white horse.
.The horse's mane and tail are lifelike, and it really looks like a divine war horse galloping on the grassland.
Moreover, the most important thing is not only the lifelike appearance, but what is truly amazing is the spirit within it, the essence that gives this food sculpture a moving charm.
If a carving knife could make such a food carving, it would already be difficult. But now, it is directly carved with a two-meter long knife, and the difficulty is several times, dozens of times greater.
The level of food carving is at its peak!!
"I dare to ask, but it's the senior cook." Wu Mu took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed, he took a few steps forward and asked, with a respectful expression.
"The evil spirit is quite strong. It's the butcher's embryo again. Tell me what you want to cook."
The middle-aged man in white raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Mu, frowned, and said something disdainful.
“This is the ingredient!!”
Wu Mu didn't take it seriously, took off the space bag from his waist, and brought it to the middle-aged man in white.
The cook took it, glanced at it, and said casually: "The snake blood and snake meat of the black iron poisonous python can be used to cook a five-qi snake blood soup. The crocodile meat can be used to cook a three-fresh steamed fish. This little one can
Bird, you can make a Yuzhu and Golden Eagle Soup. Each of these ingredients can be cooked for about ten servings. You three and I seven, do you have any opinion?"
In a casual glance, he will thoroughly cook all the ingredients and methods.
This is the foundation of top chefs. A real chef is one who can figure out how to cook the ingredients as soon as he sees the ingredients in order to make the most perfect delicious food. Only in this way can he be considered a real chef.
.
"Everything is decided by the cook."
Wu Mu nodded in agreement without any objection.
Although he doesn't know how to cook, he knows how to make wine, and he also knows that cooking is not just about making the most delicious dishes with just a few ingredients, not to mention medicinal food.
Medicinal diet must contain medicinal materials.
He only provides ingredients. You must know that those medicinal materials are the real bulk, focus, and most precious things. Not to mention three portions, even one portion is enough. These three portions are simply making a lot of money for yourself.
.
Made a huge profit.
If you still don’t know how to advance or retreat, then there is something wrong with your brain.
"You are decisive. If you say one more word, I will turn your three shares into two. If you want to refute, just take one and get out." The cook glanced at Wu Mu with a half-smile, and sneered:
"Don't think your grandpa cook is out of kindness. The medicinal materials here are not mine. They are provided by Skull Island. No matter how much you use, it doesn't hurt. They are not mine anyway. They are mine when they are made into medicinal meals. Three servings, I
It’s not a loss, anyway, if you just throw out two of the ten medicinal meals, you can get rid of that old guy on Skull Island. The rest are all mine.”
When Wu Mu heard this, his heart trembled. In his short words, he had noticed that the Slaughter Peak was different. It seemed that no one in the Slaughter Peak paid much attention to the Skeleton Thief. He even valued it.
thoughts.
This Slaughter Peak is indeed not simple.
"Su Zhi, take these ingredients and cook them into medicated meals. You should have heard what I just said. Just cook them into the three kinds of medicated meals I mentioned, ten portions of each. Use your heat to make the medicated meals for the Mortal Realm. You have already
Totally capable.”
The cook had no intention of cooking with his own hands, so he opened his mouth and said something inside.
"Father, please rest here, these medicinal meals will be made by Suzhi." As the words fell, not long after, he saw a tall man with clear curves, tall and plump breasts,
However, her appearance is just ordinary and not very stunning. It can only be said to be that of Xiaojiabiyu. The skin on her face is snow-white, but she is extremely attractive.
He walked over with a smile on his face, took the space bag from the cook, nodded to Wu Mu, his face was very gentle.
"Sorry, girl."
Wu Mu looked at the girl named Su Zhi, nodded and thanked her.
The girl chuckled lightly, said nothing, picked up the space bag, turned around and entered the kitchen. Not long after, there was a crisp sound in the kitchen. Then, waves of strange fragrance continued to float out and hit her nostrils.
Unconsciously, Wu Mu also had the illusion of having a huge appetite.
"Interesting, you are sick."
While waiting for the medicinal meal, the cook glanced at Wu Mu and suddenly said something with a half-smile.
"I'm sick? Senior has noticed." When Wu Mu heard this, his body trembled and his eyes lit up, staring at the cook's face.
"Hey, your illness is not serious. If you are not careful, it will kill you. Even if I can cure your illness, I will not cure it. You must know that people have to rely on themselves. With the help of others,
It’s always someone else’s.”
The cook waved his hand and said directly that he would not help him personally.
"Yes, people have to rely on themselves after all."
Wu Mu's heart trembled, and he nodded decisively: "I will naturally find a way to solve the hidden dangers of this junior. I don't believe that a mere small threshold can block my martial arts path."
In his voice, he raised his eyebrows, exuding a strong sense of confidence and will.
He already has a clue to solve the blood curse. As long as he really perfects it, or even deduces the blood sea chapter of "Green Lotus Emperor Code" by himself, it may not be impossible to solve the blood curse. (To be continued. Please search
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