Weird asylum, you're taking in a human like me?

Chapter 767

Originally, the doctor didn't want to gamble.

But the temptation brought by the flesh and blood of the gods is too great.

You know, the weight of the flesh and blood of the gods brought back by old Feis can be measured in tons.

As long as these flesh and blood are processed, each soldier in the Ninth Army here can get at least half a pound of flesh and blood of the gods.

Of course, they can't eat so much.

A little bit is enough for them.

But the benefits of eating the flesh and blood of the gods are absolutely unimaginable.

First of all, their life span will be improved.

Because the flesh and blood contain divinity.

Secondly, the improvement of strength and speed.

The doctor guessed that after eating the processed flesh and blood of the gods, the soldiers might be able to change their life level.

From ordinary humans to life that can grow.

In this regard, Zhang Weidong also paid great attention to this matter.

After all, this is related to the combat effectiveness of the army.

Under the onlookers of the crowd.

The chef picked up a potato.

He didn't even peel the skin, just chopped it and threw it into the pot.

There was a large piece of solidified lard in the pot.

The doctor frowned and watched the chef's technique.

Because he didn't think that not washing the ingredients alone could disgust a god.

You know, Lu Xiao ate everything in the dark prison before.

The food he ate was many times more disgusting than this.

In Lu Xiao's eyes, the food made in this way might have a different flavor.

To make a dark dish that can make gods feel disgusted.

Color, fragrance, and taste are all indispensable.

It looks disgusting, smells disgusting, but tastes good.

And ordinary ingredients must be used.

The difficulty of this is simply unimaginable.

However, he can't help with this matter.

In fact, no one present can help.

The chef is busy in the open kitchen with a serious face.

The pot is already dark.

It was like adding equal proportions of ink to a pot of paste.

"Gudong gudong~"

As the unknown thing in the pot boiled, bubbles kept coming out of the pot.

Every time a bubble burst, a puff of black smoke would appear.

But strangely, this thing smelled quite fragrant.

Lu Xiao swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

The chef was already sweating profusely at this moment.

He kept adding ingredients to the pot.

There was everything.

Soon, the pot became colorful.

But the soup base was still black.

However, no one present felt sick yet.

The chef raised his head from time to time to watch the reactions of the crowd.

The calmer the onlookers were, the more panicked he felt.

At the beginning, the doctor had given a plan.

That was to find a god with severe mysophobia to serve as the taster in his ceremony.

But this plan was also difficult.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The ingredients in the pot gradually turned into a mushy mess.

And the color of the soup base became deeper and deeper.

But the fragrance still existed.

Instead, it became stronger.

Because the chef not only had to make the food disgusting, but also delicious.

So you can't add everything in it.

Soon, more than half an hour passed.

The chef was still at a loss.

Even the onlookers felt a sense of overwhelm.

Zhang Weidong whispered: "It's over, this is impossible to complete."

Even the doctor nodded in agreement.

The others held their breath, fearing that it would affect the chef's performance.

At this moment, the chef seemed to be the only hope of the whole village.

Only when he became a god, the flesh and blood of those gods could play a role.

Their future could be smooth.

Niu Bo was also among the onlookers.

At this time, his skin was red all over, and white smoke came out of his head.

It looked like the CPU was about to burn out.

At this moment, the prison doctor came to Lu Xiao's side.

He lowered his voice and asked: "Lu, what is the most unpalatable food you have eaten in the dark prison?"

Lu Xiao spread his hands and answered helplessly: "I have no memory of that period.

Otherwise, maybe I can help a little."

Hearing this, the prison doctor shook his head gently and said: "It seems that our chef may not be able to complete the ceremony."

Suddenly, the soul fire in Ivan's eyes began to beat violently.

At this moment, his skeleton was shaking wildly.

The vibration of the bones caused the air to resonate at the same frequency, thereby simulating the sound of speaking: "I thought of something.

In the late Middle Ages, a kind of perfume appearedThings.

This kind of thing was one of the earliest products of alchemy. "

Upon hearing his words, everyone looked at him, except Lu Xiao.

Because he couldn't take his eyes off the chef, once he looked away, the chef's ability would be restored.

Under the influence of the characteristics, the chef's previous efforts were in vain.

Even the chef set his eyes on Ivan.

Ivan continued: "When the fragrance reaches its extreme, it will turn into a stench!

Similarly, when the stench reaches its extreme, it is fragrant!"

Hearing this, the prison doctor looked at the doctor and said: "Mr. Doctor, is there such a saying?"

The doctor shook his head slightly, and said in a serious tone: "This is not within my academic scope, so I don't know the answer. "

After hearing Ivan's words, the chef felt as if he had opened the door to a new world.

He casually took out a pair of pig intestines from the pile of ingredients on the side.

Then he washed it in the water and threw it directly into the pot.

When everyone saw this scene, they all took a breath of cold air.

"Did he wash it clean?" Zhang Weidong muttered in a low voice.

The others shook their heads.

This is a very obvious thing.

Then Zhang Weidong muttered again: "I feel a little sick."

Everyone nodded again.

At this time, the nature of this dish has begun to change.

The black soup base in the pot quickly dyed the pig intestines black.

The chef took out the intestines and then began to wrap the small intestines with the large intestines.

At this time, Zhang Weidong muttered again: "With this method, he is not going to make nine-turn intestines, right? "

Everyone's eyes widened.

Hearing Zhang Weidong's muttering, the chef slowly raised his head, his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

"Yes, what I'm going to make is the Nine-Turn Large Intestine!

I've retained some of the flavor of the large intestine, so that when you taste it later, you'll know that you're eating large intestine."

Hearing this, Zhang Weidong's mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

The muscles on his face were trembling slightly.

After a while, he asked in a deep voice: "Did you do it on purpose, or accidentally?"

Hearing this, the chef smiled evilly, matching his hideous and ugly face.

The atmosphere was rendered extremely thrilling and terrifying.

"Guess..."