Chapter 148 The Devil's Meal

Human Realm Subsidiary · Hell Dimension.

Thump.

The forty-eighth demon god, whose true form was a bull with vulture wings, appeared and knelt on the ground. Then, clutching his lower back, he rolled around on the ground, screaming miserably. The last thing he saw before his death was the handsome young man's eyes glowing red as he swooped over with a *biu*.

Then, *shua*, his lower back was carved away.

While slicing the meat, the youth said something about this being the carving technique he had learned from his father when he was a child. Originally, his father had planned for him to participate in the next Xia Guan (Summer Official) examination, until he discovered that this technique was much better for slicing meat.

The meat was much easier to carve than the Xia Guan memorial tablets of the human race.

After cleaning the stone tablet he had used for practice back then, he threw it into the fire to heat it up. Then, he placed the sliced meat on the back of the hot tablet for five breaths, and it was ready to eat. The taste was excellent. Indeed, when the young man spoke of food, his eyebrows danced, and he was full of life. He could have been a fantastic bard.

If it were just listening to him talk about food, one could probably listen for hundreds of years without getting tired.

But that was only if you weren't his food.

Hagenti lay on the ground for a long time, unable to recover.

When he came to his senses, Furneaus, the demon god who commanded twenty-nine legions and sat at the head of the seventy-two pillars of demons, was squatting on the steps in front of the palace of Beelzebub, the Gluttony Demon Lord, with a human cigarette between his fingers, his eyes blank.

"You encountered him too?"

Hagenti nodded silently, looked at the colleagues who were either leaning against the palace pondering their demonic existence or hobbling over with canes, pointed to his lower back, and thought for a moment, not knowing how to describe it, "Around here, and here."

Furneaus glanced and understood:

"Lower back meat, tenderloin, and he even carved out some sirloin steak."

"An expert... no, I mean, he's a repeat offender."

Hagenti was expressionless, "Probably... what about you?"

Furneaus took a puff of his cigarette and said quietly,

"That guy said he wanted to eat sashimi."

This great demon god, ranked thirtieth among the seventy-two pillars, commanded a full twenty-nine legions of hellish demons, was incredibly powerful, skilled in speech, and proficient in debate. But unfortunately, his true form was a giant silver shark. Hagenti understood and patted the shoulder of this Great General of the Hellish Demon Army:

"So you let him slice you up?"

Furneaus sneered, "Who do you think I am? Would I accept such humiliation?"

Hagenti exclaimed in admiration, "You fought him?"

"Yes."

"And the result?"

"Hmph, he didn't get to eat his sashimi that time."

Furneaus said no more.

He was a demon god skilled in speech, capable of turning enemies into friends.

The other side seemed to be a civil official as well.

However, their communication was terrible and incompatible.

He didn't mention that although he didn't get to eat sashimi that time, he did get to eat handmade fish balls. That fist... he was a demon god, after all. Even if it was a clone, it was still a demon god's physical body. How to put it? Facing that red-eyed youth, it was as if he were facing the main body of the Four Supreme Pillars of Hell, a terrifying pressure.

As for who was stronger, that youth or the Four Supreme Pillars of Hell...

Unfortunately, it was beyond his ability to discern.

Being killed by a small handgun and being sniped by a Barrett felt the same; it exceeded the hit point limit.

"What do we do?"

"I hope Lord Beelzebub, the Gluttony Demon Lord, can vent our anger for Hell."

In the grandest temple among the seventy-two pillars of Hell, the Supreme Hell King, spanning multiple pantheons and in charge of a quarter of Hell, Beelzebub's scalp tingled. On the surface, he was as steady as an old dog, but in reality, his eyes were already bloodshot. The nightmare-like figure that had flashed before him resurfaced.

Those teeth that could shatter the body of a demon god.

That physical quality that treated super-level magic like crackers.

And that damned stomach acid.

It was him again!!!

'Issue an order, no response... to any summons from Shenzhou.'

After a long silence, Beelzebub said expressionlessly:

"The East... we don't want it anymore."

Beelzebub, who had painfully given up the Eastern Hell, never imagined that later, someone from the Jinyun clan would dive from the river beneath Longhu Mountain straight to Australia to eat a beef hotpot, integrate cultists, and unleash summoning spells, replenishing everything he hadn't eaten enough of in one go.

When he saw that familiar face through the summoning spell,

And that sentence: "I've finally met you again."

"Long time no see."

Beelzebub was even moved by the guy's persistence.

And then he was sliced up.

The cultists changed their faith on the spot.

The future grievances had not yet occurred, and Beelzebub could only face the doubts of his subordinates, his heart filled with hatred.

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Longhu Mountain.

Fresh, spicy beef, cooked in the pot and dipped in Longhu Mountain chili, then rolled in sesame oil or sesame paste, and stuffed into the mouth – the taste was indescribable. Taotie's research into eating amazed Ah Xuan and Feng Siyu.

Feng Siyu ate the vegetarian hotpot on the side, which was also very delicious.

Plus the atmosphere.

However, Old Street and Feng Siyu, the number one foodie of Longhu Mountain, were decisively defeated this time.

The quality of the freshly sliced beef was high!

The quality of the demon god's meat was tough!

Taotie's mastery of eating was impeccable; it was both high and tough. In the end, the little phoenix and the little Taoist fell, and Taotie wiped the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, saying, "That's about ten percent full. Alas, when will I be able to go to Hell?"

"I wonder if I can catch Bai Ze back. It would be great if this summoning array could be converted into a reverse summoning or a two-way one. Just reverse it, and I wouldn't have to trouble them to descend to the human realm; I could just go over. It's always so troublesome for them; that's not good."

The little Taoist suddenly felt something was wrong.

What do you want to do in Hell?

Why did you add "ten percent full" before?

Taotie patted his belly and, to Ah Xuan's stunned gaze and Feng Siyu's astonished eyes, picked up the not-so-hot hotpot and gulped down all the hotpot broth, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and laughed loudly, "So many ingredients, the flavor is rich after boiling them all!"

"This is truly a wonderful thing!"

Ah Xuan was stunned.

Then he suddenly asked, "Then why not add a pot of noodles to it? Wouldn't the taste be even better?"

Taotie's smile froze.

"You can do that?"

"Yes, there are hotpots in Shenzhou that use white rice porridge as the base..."

"The taste of that last pot of porridge is also very good."

Taotie's eyes suddenly became hollow.

He opened his mouth and sat down in his chair with a defeated expression, filled with regret.

He realized once again that he was too rough when it came to eating. Ah Xuan comforted him, "It's okay, until next time..." Unexpectedly, Taotie scrambled to his feet and turned to leave, "Okay, let's have another pot!"

"Eh?! Hey, hey, hey?!"

"Didn't we just eat?"

Ah Xuan stammered, trying to stop the guy.

He felt that his Longhu Mountain might be directly eaten into bankruptcy by this mouth, to the point where he wouldn't be able to face his ancestors in the afterlife. But how could he stop Taotie, who was consumed by appetite? Plus, Taotie was tall and strong. He was directly hooked on his arm, while Taotie carried the huge bronze pot.

He paused and said,

"If we're not going to eat hotpot, then how about we summon a Ouija spirit here?"

Ah Xuan was shocked, "You, you, this is my Longhu Heavenly Master's Mansion! How can you summon such evil things? Besides, what do you want to find a Ouija spirit for?"

Taotie pondered, "Isn't it said that ghost immortals can answer all questions?"

"I just want to ask, can you find me a place where I can eat my fill every day?"

To eat his fill every day, such a simple and pure wish...

Like hell it is!

Even a Ouija spirit would have to jump into the lake and commit suicide if it saw you?! Taotie, calm down!

The little Taoist Ah Xuan desperately held onto Taotie.

You've already forced monks to swear and made the demon gods of Hell call on God.

Do you still want to force ghosts to commit suicide?

What a sin...

Is this the fierce god?

Senior brother, I understand!

But no matter how hard he tried, he was just being dragged forward by Taotie.

Taotie reached out and pushed the door open with a *hua*.

Then he paused slightly.

The little Taoist, hanging on Taotie's arm, struggled and felt something was wrong. He turned his head.

He saw the young man outside the door.

"Curator Wei?!"

……………………

"So, what do you plan to do?!"

Taotie, who was blocked at the door by the museum curator, squatted directly in the corner, holding a hotpot in front of him, a wok on his head, a ladle in his left hand, and looked at the museum curator, who had beaten him badly and almost stewed him, with a guarded expression. His eyes kept darting towards the window.

"Do what?"

Wei Yuan took the tea that the little Taoist Ah Xuan handed over, "Of course, it's to make you fulfill your promise."

"Fulfill my promise?"

"What promise do I have with you?"

"You naturally have no promise with me, but don't you have one with Chen Yuan?" Wei Yuan said deliberately, "Today, I sensed that the humidity in the human realm is rising, and I contacted the Kunlun God. I'm afraid Gonggong is beginning to awaken."

Wei Yuan glanced at Ah Xuan and Feng Siyu, who had gone into the side room, paused, and said,

"The Kunlun Mountain God said that you still owe Him a share of the Kyushu Golden Iron of Fortune."

The core material for sealing Gonggong.

Taotie frowned.

Indeed, that was the case, and he didn't intend to deny it.

Besides, looking at the meaning of the museum curator blocking the door in front of him, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to leave this place if he denied it. This place was not one of the four poles he guarded, and with the continuous beatings, Taotie's strength was reduced. Fighting this guy, he might directly become a dish.

Wei Yuan said slowly, "Besides, although you didn't cause much of a stir when you came to the human realm,"

"But that time you swallowed the electricity of a city."

"Although there were backup power supplies and Taoist formations, there were still some disasters, and this power outage is worth a fortune. That is to say, Taotie, you owe the human realm a large sum of money."

Wei Yuan said leisurely, "But, if you can assist the human realm in sealing Gonggong, the grievances between you and me can be written off."

"I can also cook you a meal."

Taotie pondered and said, "What if I don't agree?"

With a *kuang* sound, Wei Yuan swung a large pile of kitchen utensils out of his sleeves:

"Then I'll make you into a dish."

Taotie: "…………"

"Find it? Yes, but there are many kinds of situations when finding Kyushu Golden Iron. Finding it back within a month is finding it, and finding it back in a hundred years is also finding it. I think you don't want Gonggong to have escaped by the time I come back, right?"

A light of wisdom appeared in Taotie's eyes, "So, I can find a way to come back within a month."

"But there are requirements."

Bargaining?

Taotie... is he really hiding his true strength?

He had keenly grasped where the core problem of the human realm lay now.

No wonder he could transform the strange Qin Dynasty Nestorianism cultivation method. He wasn't the type of Qiongqi who was extremely fierce but lacked judgment. He couldn't be underestimated.

Wei Yuan was thoughtful, his tone calm:

"What conditions do you have?"

Under the threat of Gonggong, this was considered a slight concession.

Next was haggling.

That was the sentence: "We're here to negotiate."

This was related to whether Gonggong could be sealed, about the safety of the human realm, and even the balance of Kunlun, the Great Wilderness, and the Four Seas. He had to be serious.

Taotie seemed to have forgotten his fear. He slammed his right hand on the table, and light shone from his eyes:

"Let me eat a full meal!!!"

Wei Yuan's mood collapsed.

A moment of silence.

Using such a resolute tone and a fearless posture, he had said such words. He didn't know what Gonggong would think if he knew that Taotie's reward for helping to seal himself was a meal. However, since it was Taotie, this meal wouldn't be small.

But if compared to the terrifying pressure of Gonggong, it wasn't much.

However, Wei Yuan felt that he had to bargain.

"Fifty percent full."

"No, ninety percent!"

"Then sixty percent."

"No, eighty-five percent!"

"Sixty-five percent..."

Finally, Taotie was furious, "Are you a vampire or a capitalist?!"

"Seventy percent, at least seventy percent!"

"If I can't eat seventy percent full in this meal, I'll gnaw away your Kyushu Iron!"

*Kalalala*, the Longhu Mountain wooden table directly fell apart and scattered on the ground.

Wei Yuan retracted his gaze, "Deal."

Then he opened his phone with an unchanged expression, preparing to send a message to the old Taoist.

Wei Yuan was surrounded by an aura of poverty. He hadn't been rich for thousands of years.

And the old Taoist's private money probably wasn't enough either.

He had to ask his maternal family – I mean, Qingqiu Country.

He had just opened his phone when he saw the message sent by Jue and was slightly stunned.

"Yuan, about our future, I want to talk to you face-to-face."

"It involves Kunlun."

"I wonder, are you willing to become a 'partner in crime' in my life?"

ps: Today's second update... 3,800 words.