You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

Brother Long's spirits lifted, and he quickened his pace.

When they stepped out of the pipe, the sight before them stunned everyone.

This place is no longer a gloomy workshop, nor a terrifying warehouse.

Instead, it was a huge, brightly lit kitchen.

That's right, it's the kitchen.

However, the size of this kitchen is a bit beyond imagination.

The stove alone is as big as a house.

On the stove, there are more than a dozen giant iron pots with a diameter of more than ten meters.

In the pot, something was cooking, steaming hot.

Some were being fried in hot oil, making a sizzling sound.

Dozens of chefs, each over three meters tall and dressed in chef's uniforms but without facial features, are busy at work.

Some of them were chopping meat on the cutting board with cleavers as big as door panels.

Some were using oar-like ladles to stir the soup in the pot.

The entire kitchen was bustling with activity.

If we ignore those "ingredients".

On a huge chopping board, piled high, were bloody arms and legs, freshly peeled from human skin.

A faceless chef is wielding a huge cleaver, chopping the meat into evenly sized pieces with a "bang bang bang" sound.

On the other side, in a pool, dozens of heads that had just been delivered were still very "fresh".

A chef was holding a brush and carefully scrubbing them like he was washing potatoes.

The live stream room was filled with people vomiting.

Ugh... I can't take it anymore, I'm really going to throw up...

Could this game get any more disgusting? I finally understand where that corpse oil rice at the Corpse Inn came from—it's all supplied by the kitchen!

[That's a doll factory up ahead, and this is a food processing center. Dixian Temple, have you guys opened a horror industrial park?!]

Brother Long also felt his stomach protesting wildly.

He forced himself to suppress his nausea and asked in a low voice.

"What do we do now? It seems like we've... barged into someone's cafeteria."

For the first time, Liu Yedao's face turned somewhat pale; the scene was even more repulsive than the backyard of the inn.

"Where is the exit?" Professor Chen looked around.

This kitchen is enormous, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Apart from the sewage pipe they came through, there were no other doors to be seen.

Could it be... that this is also a dead end?

"whee……"

Just then.

That familiar laughter rang out again.

Everyone turned around abruptly.

Behind them, at the outlet of the sewage pipe, was the only visible feature.

The clown doll with only its upper body had been waiting there for some time now.

It grinned and waved to the crowd.

"Welcome to...my...restaurant."

"Today's...main course..."

Its gaze swept back and forth between Brother Long, Professor Chen, Lancet, and the old driver.

That look was like looking at fresh meat on four chopping boards, waiting to be slaughtered.

"It's you guys."

"Damn it! You little punk, here again?!"

When Brother Long saw that clown, he was filled with intense hatred, as if they were old enemies meeting.

If it weren't for this bastard's trickery, they wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

"You fucking bastard, don't you dare run away! My wife'll beat the shit out of you!"

As Brother Long uttered his threats, he subconsciously shrank back behind the ghost bride.

"Hehe, your wife?"

The clown doll tilted its head and glanced at the icy-faced ghost bride.

"She's very capable... but..."

"Here, everything must follow the rules of the kitchen."

The clown clapped his hands as he spoke.

"The food is served!"

With its command.

In the entire enormous kitchen, all the faceless chefs stopped what they were doing.

They all turned to the intruders and picked up their kitchen utensils.

Yes, they raised a kitchen knife as big as a door panel.

Some raised red-hot irons.

Some people simply picked up a pot of boiling oil.

They moved with heavy steps, surrounding the group.

"Husband, be careful!"

The ghost bride gave a low shout and shielded Brother Long and the others behind her.

The power of rules here is stronger than in the workshops outside, and every faceless chef carries a strong "smoky" aura.

That was a special kind of malevolent energy, a mixture of greasiness and resentment, that came from years of handling flesh and blood.

This malevolent energy has a strong restraining effect on ghosts.

"let me!"

A cold glint flashed in the ghost bride's eyes as she prepared to make a forceful move.

But at that moment, the scalpel, which had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

"etc."

She stopped the ghost bride.

Then, she took something wrapped in oil paper out of her backpack.

It was rice mixed with the corpse oil that she had "left over" and hadn't finished eating!

This bowl of rice, after such a long time, not only did not spoil, but instead emitted an even more bizarre smell, a mixture of putridity and strange fragrance.

The lancet gently placed the "leftovers" on the ground.

Then she took a few steps back and gestured "please" to the clown doll.

The clown doll's laughter stopped abruptly.

It stared at the bowl of rice on the ground, its eyes filled with greed and fear.

[Holy crap! What is Lancet doing? Inviting ghosts to dinner?]

[I get it! This is fighting poison with poison! This rice mixed with corpse oil is probably a "specialty" of the Corpse Inn; to these local ghosts of Yinshan, it's probably like a Michelin three-star restaurant!]

[Brilliant! The Lancet is negotiating! Trading food for peace!]

The viewers in the live stream instantly understood Lancet's intention.

The clown doll was clearly also struggling.

That bowl of rice mixed with corpse oil was fatally tempting to it.

That was a top-tier energy aggregate nurtured with "evil" energy.

Once consumed, its power will reach a new level.

but……

It glanced at the lancet, then at the ghost bride behind her.

It's uncertain whether this is a trap.

Just as it hesitated, the ghost bride also moved.

She glanced at the scalpel and seemed to understand something.

Then she sneered and flipped her ghostly hand.

A dish appeared out of thin air in her hand.

It was a dish of "cold heart and liver" made from the purest yin energy and resentment, still emitting wisps of black mist.

That "heart and liver" was crystal clear, like black jade.

On top, there was a layer of "blood-red sauce" made from her own original malevolent energy.

The moment this "dish" appeared, the temperature in the entire kitchen plummeted again, and all the faceless chefs froze in their tracks.

"Want some?" the ghost bride asked, looking at the clown doll.

"My food is much better than that bowl of stale rice."

The clown doll's body began to struggle violently.

Its reason was frantically telling it: Danger! Run!

But its instincts screamed wildly: Eat it! Eat it and you'll evolve!

Greed ultimately triumphed over reason.

"I...I'll eat it!"

The clown doll screamed and lunged at the plate of food in the ghost bride's hand.

However, just as its mouth was about to touch the dish...

The ghost bride smiled.

"eat?"

"You dare to challenge me?"

With a flick of her wrist, the plate of cold-dressed heart and liver instantly transformed into a large, blood-red net, trapping the clown doll that lunged at her!

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream came from the clown doll's mouth.

It was tightly bound by the large net made of primordial evil energy, and its body emitted plumes of black smoke as if it had been doused with sulfuric acid.

"Tell me, where's the exit?" the ghost bride said coldly.

"Otherwise, I'll make sure your soul is utterly destroyed!"