One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Feng Baobao was already sitting down at a table, with an extremely complex 128-channel DMX professional console in front of her.

The surface is covered with pushers and buttons; just looking at it can trigger trypophobia.

At this moment, Feng Baobao was still chewing gum, her eyes as vacant as ever.

But her hands turned into a blur!

"Pat-pat-pat..."

Long, slender fingers danced wildly across the keyboard and console, as lines of complex lighting programming code cascaded down the connected computer screen.

"Sister Bao'er...when did you learn this?"

Zhang Chulan was completely dumbfounded.

"Oh, Xu Si gave me a book called 'Mastering Stage Lighting Programming and Control in 21 Days' before, telling me to flip through it when I had nothing to do."

Feng Baobao didn't even look up, her tone flat:

"It's pretty simple, similar to planting rice seedlings. Just find the right spot and press it down."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Baobao suddenly pushed down a master clipper.

"Shh-!"

The newly installed light matrix around the entire square lit up instantly!

Purple laser light, dynamic strobe lights, and a perfectly calibrated sound system.

A cyberpunk-style visual feast was created directly in the square during the day!

"Holy crap..."

The villagers of Biyou Village had never seen anything like this before. Their mouths were agape, as if they were on the set of a science fiction movie.

Ma Xianhong's eyes twitched violently.

Can you master this professional control panel by reading a book called "21 Days to Master It"?

"Ahem, these are all basic procedures, don't be silly."

Zhang Tianyi leaned back in his chair, very satisfied with the performance of his subordinates.

He turned to look at the whole sheep that hadn't been processed yet, and frowned slightly:

"But the meat hasn't been cut yet, how are we going to grill it tonight?"

"I'll do it."

Xiao Zizai, who had been standing quietly in the shadows like an ordinary schoolteacher, slowly walked out.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a gentle and humble smile playing on his lips.

"Now that I've accepted the title of head chef, I naturally have to serve everyone."

"Village chief, may I borrow your chopping board?"

Xiao Zizai walked up to the skinned whole sheep, but didn't ask for a cleaver or a boning knife.

He simply and slowly took out a delicate little metal box from his jacket pocket.

Open the box.

A row of scalpel blades lay quietly inside.

Sharp, cold.

"This... Mr. Xiao, are you planning to use this knife to dissect this sheep?"

Zhao Gui, one of the top talents, asked incredulously, "This can't even cut bones, can it?"

Xiao Zizai did not answer.

He simply selected a scalpel and attached it to the handle.

Then he closed his eyes.

"Amitabha."

A deep Buddhist chant escaped his lips.

The next second, Xiao Zizai moved.

But his movements were not at all rough; on the contrary, they were full of a kind of indescribable artistry and...elegance.

The scalpel in his hand transformed into a silver streak, cutting into the mutton with the smoothness of a fish, following the muscle fibers and bone seams, much like a master butcher skillfully carving up an ox.

There was no dull thud of bones being chopped, only the faint hissing sound of the blade slicing through flesh.

Less than a minute!

"Splash."

With a flick of his wrist, Xiao Zizai removed the entire sheep skeleton without any damage, not even a single scrap of meat stuck to it!

The remaining mutton, under his knife, instantly transformed into thin, translucent slices, which were neatly arranged on the tray beside him.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without a drop of blood spilled.

The villagers and those with superior abilities who had just been marveling at the situation now held their breath.

Because they realized... something was wrong!

Something is extremely wrong!

As he cut the meat, Xiao Zizai's aura changed.

His original gentle and refined demeanor vanished, replaced by a strong... murderous aura!

Chapter 94 Ma Xianhong's Panic

Xiao Zizai held a slice of mutton in his hand and slowly raised his head.

The lenses of my glasses reflected a cold, white light.

His gaze didn't fall on the plate of meat, but rather swept across the cutting board, taking in the bodies of the group of Biyou Village cultivators.

That look in his eyes was full of analysis.

It was as if he was not seeing people, but rather perfect specimens waiting to be dissected.

"The lamb's muscle texture is very firm, and the meat is of excellent quality."

Xiao Zizai smiled gently, but his voice sent chills down one's spine:

"However... the meridians and bone sutures of humans are still somewhat different from those of sheep."

"If the knife goes this way..."

His gaze fell on Qiu Rang's collarbone, and he paused slightly:

"Perhaps there will be less resistance when cutting. The slices of meat... will also be thinner."

"Gudong."

Qiu Rang felt a chill on his neck and instinctively took a big step back, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The other top students also felt their scalps tingle, feeling like lambs stripped clean on a chopping board in front of this bespectacled man.

If he wanted, he might also become a slice of meat of uniform thickness!

Is this guy a cook?!

What chef looks at a customer like they're looking at a dead person when they're cutting meat?!

This is clearly a ruthless and deranged serial killer!

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

Just as everyone in Biyou Village was feeling suffocated by Xiao Zizai's abnormal aura,

Zhang Tianyi clapped at just the right moment.

He leaned back in his armchair, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, and looked at Ma Xianhong with a smile:

"How's it going, Little Pony?"

"As the head chef, my knife skills are passable, aren't they?"

......

"Excellent swordsmanship... truly excellent swordsmanship..."

Ma Xianhong stood in front of the cutting board, looking at the neatly arranged, paper-thin slices of mutton, muttering to himself.

His voice was somewhat unsteady, and his gaze was rather unfocused.

The look Xiao Zizai gave Qiu Rang that lasted only a moment was enough to make Ma Xianhong's hair stand on end.

That's the look in a chef's eyes when looking at ingredients.

That's the butcher examining the livestock to be slaughtered, assessing where to cut and bleed them out the fastest and smoothest.

That pure, undisguised desire and murderous intent is something that an ordinary superhuman should have, let alone an ordinary head chef!

"Little Ma? Village Chief Ma?"

Zhang Tianyi's voice brought Ma Xianhong back to reality.

Ma Xianhong shuddered and looked up to meet Zhang Tianyi's eyes, which seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.

"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."

Zhang Tianyi fiddled with the purple clay teapot and asked casually.

"No...it's nothing."

Ma Xianhong suppressed the pounding in his heart and forced a smile:

"I'm simply amazed by Master Xiao's skills, they're truly... breathtaking. I have some personal matters to attend to, so please excuse me for a moment. Please make yourselves at home."

After saying that, Ma Xianhong dared not linger any longer, and without even glancing at Xiao Zizai again, he turned and hurriedly left the square.

Watching Ma Xianhong's slightly flustered back, Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, and a white light flashed on the lenses.

"It seems I still haven't restrained myself enough."