Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

"So that's why I created you." Ximi had an expression like "I want you" from the U.S. military recruitment posters in World War II. She even thoughtfully added a colorful background to her back to match her current mood: "So I created you, the best zombie soldier, to become a monster chef picked from thousands of miles away."

...Isn't this really a waste? Fang Qingyun thought about how he would use the zombies: arming them as guards, or using them as workers to build hell.

He must have understood correctly, right? You actually let a zombie, a character with great strength, no sense of pain, and extremely loyal, be a chef?

The shampoo guy next door has begun to conquer the world, but you want to use zombies as chefs? Zombies have no sense of taste, so how is the food made by this method different from that made by machines? There is no soul at all, it is just a pile of skills.

The zombies Fang Qingyun created from hell are different from the ones Ximi resurrected through magic. They are closer to humans. This is why the so-called "Holy Grail River" can cure the half-zombie Perno and turn her into a human with a zombie physique, instead of directly turning her into a complete zombie.

Although on Fang Qingyun's side, the gap between the two is zero, both maintain the physique of zombies and have their own way of thinking.

It's a pity that Fang Qingyun can't speak now, otherwise he would have to have a good talk with Ximi about the correct usage of zombies. There might be something wrong with her understanding of zombies.

"Don't be too complacent. You are not yet proficient in the three major tasks of an apprentice: hunting monsters, obtaining ingredients and learning to cook. You still need more practice." Ximi originally wanted to say that Fang Qingyun needed to start from scratch, but looking at the phosphorus wings behind Fang Qingyun, she decided to change the adjective.

"So, I, a professional, will be responsible for speaking professionally here, go ahead." Ximi pointed backwards, revealing the large stall behind him, and said this with confidence.

OK...you're the boss.

Fang Qingyun checked the ingredients in his pocket. The only ones that could really be used seemed to be the few fish he had just caught. The effect of cooking these things seemed to be... speeding up swimming? I hope there is nothing wrong.

The stall has a very old-fashioned feel, or rather a sense of nostalgia. It is like the roadside stalls in previous lives, the kind of three-wheeled vehicle that can be driven away after being packed up.

Coming to the chef's seat, Fang Qingyun looked at the iron plate in front of him, the iron pot next to it, and then looked down at the thick gas tank sticking out from the gap, and a feeling of nostalgia surged in his heart...

Thinking back to when he was in college, everyone could go out together to eat barbecue rice from roadside stalls, but now, he is alone in a different world, and he doesn't know how his former family and friends are doing now.

There was a folding table in front of the stall, with some plastic chairs without backrests placed on the four sides, which could be conveniently put together and put into the car, thus saving space. Ximi and Khamur sat on the chairs and lay on the folding table, watching Fang Qingyun's operation with interest.

There was still some dirt on the iron plate of the stall, and old oil stains stuck to it, emitting an unpleasant smell. Although Fang Qingyun would not get sick if he ate dirty things now, he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart. He put down the anvil on his back, and the sound of the heavy anvil falling to the ground made Khamul look sideways.

After getting rid of the burden, Fang Qingyun put the hammer on the anvil and placed the frying pan on the iron plate. He thought that heating might be a little difficult with a layer of iron between them... After careful consideration, Fang Qingyun chose to remove the iron plate and directly heat the frying pan with the flame of the gas stove, hoping that nothing unexpected would happen.

Anyway, we were cooking and there was no need for a hammer. But soon, Fang Qingyun discovered an embarrassing problem... Damn, I don’t have any knives!

When processing the mosquito meat just now, Fang Qingyun used the knife from the camp, but he only had a frying pan with him, and a pressure cooker for stewing soup hanging behind his buttocks. As for the rest, he didn't bring anything, not to mention the spatula and kitchen knife. He couldn't handle the ingredients by hand and then turn the food over with his hands, right? He wasn't an Asan, how dirty would that be?

"I told you not to bring a knife... now you're in trouble, right?" Tiechui made a sound, but the sound did not seem to be noticed by Ximi. Perhaps only Fang Qingyun himself could hear this sound?

"Okay, okay, I'll do it myself!" Tiechui added, "Come on, young man, take out your materials and I'll make you a kitchen knife and a spatula!"

Fang Qingyun opened his bag. There were only three things in it: a few leftover big mosquitoes, a freshly caught live fish, and a pile of sharp gladiolus leaves.

"Not enough materials..." Tiechui knocked on the anvil like a man in trouble. "Gladiolus leaves are okay for the blade... but they can't withstand high temperatures. But there's no material for the handle... It's a headache. What should I use as a handle?"

Fang Qingyun looked around, but even with his imagination, he didn't have a good idea. Could he use the teeth of a croaker? Or the mouthparts of a large mosquito? They couldn't be pinched either...

"Apprentice? Have you encountered any problems?" Ximi saw that Fang Qingyun had not taken any action for a long time and looked like he was troubled, so he asked.

I remember there should be some trees nearby... I think I can get some wood to use as a handle, but where are these trees? Fang Qingyun gestured and barely conveyed his meaning that he needed a kitchen knife, but how well Ximi understood it was not something Fang Qingyun could guess.

"I'll leave it to you!" Ximi obviously didn't understand the specific meaning, so she threw this difficult problem to Kahamul. Kahamul seemed to be defeated by Ximi. He got up and went to the blacksmith shop behind the stall. After searching for a long time, he found a piece of steel. He could only put the steel on the stall for Fang Qingyun to use.

The hammer seemed to be disgusted and hit the steel casually. In an instant, the steel broke into several pieces. The toughness was more like a brittle wooden board than steel.

"Don't we have even a kitchen knife?" Ximi looked a little bit unbelievable. After all, although Khamur was not motivated and looked like a person who often slacked off, he actually never made mistakes and was the most reliable person. People like Ximi, who took interest as the primary driving force, might also make mistakes due to various impulse reasons.

"Indeed, Boss," Khamur said lazily, "Aren't we supposed to train the newcomers to make their own weapons? So you asked me to take everything away in advance. Isn't it normal that there are no materials?"

"It's okay, apprentice." Ximi looked as if the situation was under control. A finger popped out from the blue ghost body and pointed to where Fang Qingyun came from: "Don't panic, there are many small tree spirits over there, and their wood is good material."

Then why didn't I see him when I came? Was he just running away?

Now Fang Qingyun has put down all his burdens, so he can spread his phosphorus wings and start flying without hesitation. The phosphorus wings gradually became invisible during the vibration. High-speed airflow spurted out from under the phosphorus wings, spraying Fang Qingyun's body into the air. Soon, Fang Qingyun flew at high speed and began to look for the trace of the little tree spirit.

"...Khamul, am I seeing things?" Ximi was startled by Fang Qingyun's phosphorous wings. Shouldn't this thing only be able to do a simple double jump? How could it fly now?

"Boss, we no longer have eyes." Khamur didn't say a word of agreement, but he said everything.

"This effect is a bit... Let me try the fried crabs later to see if they have such a strong effect." Ximi made up her mind and prepared to try it herself.

"But... Boss, the food we eat is useless." Khamur was right, he was a skeleton and had no stomach to digest food, and Ximi was a ghost. Although she had deliberately made herself light blue to suit imagination, that could not change the reality that she could not eat the food.

"Okay... let's talk about it later." Ximi pinched the bridge of his nose and kept this matter in his mind.

"...and why did he bring an anvil?" Khamul was a little confused. He grabbed the mushrooms above his head, and the debris flew everywhere. "Don't we have all the tools? Why did he move the anvil from the original place?"

“…Forget it, this thing is too heavy, let’s just not move it back. Anyway, I think this zombie is the most suitable apprentice.” Ximi touched her face, and the soul fragments that separated from her body fell into her palms bit by bit. She hid them away without letting Khamul see them: “You have suffered so much, Khamul. I made you work overtime when you were alive, and now I still make you work overtime after I die…”

"Boss, isn't that what you do?" Khamul spread out his skeleton hand as if it didn't matter. "Isn't the Class A Necromancer responsible for resurrecting those employees who died suddenly and getting them to work overtime? Besides, it's already very difficult for us to survive in that situation. What else can we ask for?"

"Survived?" Ximi's voice became low, as if there was something else behind her words, but soon she recovered her original energetic state: "...Don't be sad at this time, life has to go on."

Chapter 171, I'm going to use your trunk as a handle!

Soon, Fang Qingyun, holding the big branch, found his target: the little tree spirit.

Those little tree spirits were only about half a person's height, which was considered relatively short for a tree. Perhaps it was because they were only half a person's height and looked very much like the bushes trimmed by the municipality on the roadside that Fang Qingyun easily overlooked them, although it was more likely that Fang Qingyun was in the process of running away and had no time to pay attention to them.

Fang Qingyun dived to lower his altitude, then manually lowered his landing gear. After a simple foot brake, Fang Qingyun moved his hot soles, pulled his shoes out of the grass, twisted his body left and right, and came in front of the little tree spirit.

The little tree spirit did not move. It was not known whether it knew it could not beat Fang Qingyun or it was just being fearless. It pretended to be an ordinary tree. Fang Qingyun once thought that he might have made a mistake.

But when he swung the tree trunk with great force and hit the little tree spirit, he no longer thought so. The sound of the wind brought by the branches was like the scream of a death-challenging ghost. This time, the tree spirit was hit and almost instantly flew across the body. The trunk was torn in half, and the upper part was thrown into the air without any resistance, leaving only a section of roots in the original place.

"...Fuck, this force is quite strong!" Ximi exclaimed in the distance. Facing the tough limbs of the little tree spirit, even with an axe specially used for felling, a normal person could only break the bark and could not advance an inch. The zombies that walked here before had to chop several times with their long swords, but this zombie actually broke it in half with just one stick. It must be said that his strength was very strong.

"..."Khamul did not speak, and it was hard to tell any expression on his skull face. But seeing that his mouth was slightly bigger than usual, he must be in a state of jaw-dropping shock.

Soon, when Fang Qingyun swung his stick, it was as if all kinds of wind and waves were stirred up. All the tree spirits pulled out their roots from the ground as if they had received some order, and moved towards Fang Qingyun at a not slow speed. The various sharp branches that were originally hidden behind them chopped towards Fang Qingyun like sharp swords.

But such a random attack, like waving a stick, was just like a child's trick in front of Fang Qingyun. Although he had never practiced proper close combat, he had practiced stabbing for a while in Dona Dona's world just to pretend.

Although sticks and spears have nothing in common...

Now he was as slippery as an experienced Dark Souls player. With a slight flap of his phosphorus wings, he created a huge gust of wind, which pulled Fang Qingyun's body back, dodged all the attacks, and blew the little tree elves all over the place.

Fang Qingyun, who was waving a large branch, changed the flapping direction of his phosphorus wings and rushed into the pile of small tree spirits, killing them all. His elbows, knees, branches, headbutts, phosphorus wings, all parts of his body were his means of attack, and every move was powerful.

Elbow strikes, knee strikes, tree trunk blows, headbutts, and slaps with phosphorus wings. Fang Qingyun was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, exuding infinite destructive power. Wherever he went, the small tree spirits were knocked away by the various combos, and then quickly shrank away, leaving only the most core piece of high-quality wood.

Fang Qingyun was just like a tornado, leaving a mess wherever he went. The various little tree spirits that were beaten half to death left behind their core materials and quickly turned into various particles and dissipated in the air. The remaining little tree spirits could not touch Fang Qingyun at all, and finally could only run into the woods and pretend to be dead. They even dropped a bunch of green fruits to save their lives, as if it was a bribe, just to make Fang Qingyun slow down, even for one second.

Fang Qingyun picked up the wood and put a few green fruits in his pocket, then flew back with his pocket full of fruits.

I was in such a hurry when I came out just now that I didn't bring a plastic bag, so I had to pack my things in such a stupid way.

Soon, Fang Qingyun returned to his original place, leaned to the side, threw a handful of materials to the side, held the hammer in one hand, and prepared to deal with the weapon.

In fact, Fang Qingyun had no confidence in making weapons. He knew very well, and had watched several sword-forging competitions. It would take people several days to make a knife that was better, and there was no guarantee that the center of gravity of the knife was completely correct. There were even serious problems such as the handle not being firmly installed, cracks appearing during the fusion of the steel blank, and warping during the quenching of the knife blank, which had to be redone.

Moreover, the sword-forging competition also used various modern advanced equipment. If it was only forged with a small hammer, it would take who knows how long it would take, not to mention that there is not even a high-temperature furnace here.

Even if there was a high-temperature furnace, it would be useless... Fang Qingyun didn't bring any fire-making tools, nor any other grinding tools such as files or sandpaper. It was simply a fantasy to make a qualified knife.

"It's okay, young man." Tiechui's voice sounded excited, like a sleeping tiger that has awakened, is moving its body, and is ready to roar in the mountains: "Leave it to me, Zhang, from now on!"

Elder? Fang Qingyun raised his eyebrows. He didn't hear clearly what Mr. Zhang called himself. He was just surprised that there was someone who called himself "elder". However, he quickly shifted his attention to the work at hand. Now this was the focus of attention. Fang Qingyun had a hunch that Tiechui would soon find a way to fuse the materials?

Fang Qingyun's hand holding the hammer seemed to be pulled by another force, which guided him to hit a piece of wood steadily. Fang Qingyun did not struggle, but began to work according to the guidance of the hammer. He wanted to see how the hammer should be used, but to Fang Qingyun's surprise, the hammer just hit the void, and the bark of the wood underneath seemed to be cut by an invisible knife and fell neatly to one side.

How does the hammer accomplish this cutting work? Fang Qingyun was stunned by this scene. Is this a dimensional sword? Or is it some kind of single molecule? How can it achieve this effect?

But soon, Fang Qingyun discovered that there was more to be surprised about. When the wood was almost smooth and free of any splinters or hard knots that might hurt his hands, the hammer began to compress it further. Every time it struck, the piece of wood shrank a circle. After a few strikes, the piece of wood, which was originally half the size of a two-liter Coke bottle, had been condensed into a fist-sized piece of material.

"...This should be your specialty, right, Khamul?" Ximi stood beside him with her arms crossed, watching Fang Qingyun's every move. She had no idea about blacksmithing skills and knew nothing about it.

"...Boss, I said I haven't seen all this before, so I shouldn't get my salary deducted, right?" Khamul made a joke. He really had never seen such a method of operation. It was unimaginable for him to use such technology to create a ship in a bottle made of a real battleship with just a small hammer and a little more time.

"Of course it's deducted!" Ximi joked, and at the same time was proud of his powerful creative ability: "I said I'm a Class A Necromancer, right? I can make a particularly strong zombie out of any zombie I make."

The blue will-o'-the-wisp in Khamul's empty eye sockets flickered. He was not as optimistic as Ximi. Creating such a powerful zombie obviously consumed a lot of mana, and the mana consumed by the soul came from himself. In other words, every time Ximi maintained the existence of a zombie, he was irreversibly consuming his own soul... How long can Ximi last now?

"Come on, the handle is ready, bring the blade." Tiehammer's voice was still full of energy, and it seemed that his previous operation was just a warm-up.

Blades? The only things on Fang Qingyun that could be called blades were the gladiolus leaves, but using plants to make blades... wasn't that a bit too hasty?

Soon, Fang Qingyun took out a large pile of gladiolus leaves from his plastic bag. These were the remaining stocks after several gladioluses had been plucked bare, and they filled the entire table.

"That's fine." Tiechui's voice sounded a little forced. It seemed that gladiolus leaves were still a low-quality material for him.

Actually, he was right. Gladiolus leaves, sharp plants that can easily cut flesh, might be okay at this stage, but later on, when faced with some thick flesh and blood deformities that are like mountains of flesh, they would appear to be very... powerless.

Soon, the large basket of gladiolus leaves slowly solidified into a green blade under the hammering of the hammer, with the pattern of gladiolus leaves on it. According to Fang Qingyun's observation, if the blade and the handle were directly combined, then this might be a Chinese-style kitchen knife?

It is a square kitchen knife that can chop anything. It does not have as many twists and turns as the Western kitchen knife. A Chinese kitchen knife can handle all food processing tasks.

But if you do it this way, there may not be any materials left to make a spatula.

Soon, with another blow from the hammer, the blade and the handle combined together to become a sharp kitchen knife. The sound of the hammer sounded a little tired, but also full of pride: "Come, try grandpa's craftsmanship."

That's right. Even if you add up his previous life and the other life, he may not have lived for more than twenty-five years. Calling Tiechui "grandfather" should mean he is about the same age, right?

Fang Qingyun tried the power of the gladiolus kitchen knife. It might be because too many gladiolus leaves were compressed, the blade of the kitchen knife showed a jade-green color, and it felt soft like jade, with a bit of the life breath of natural materials. The handle was also very comfortable to hold, and it had been frosted to a certain extent. Even an amateur like him would not easily drop it from his hands when wielding it.

Fang Qingyun tested the center of gravity a little bit and found that the kitchen knife was very smooth to wield without any problem with the center of gravity. Even if Fang Qingyun used the kitchen knife to chop the monster directly later, he believed that with the sharpness of the knife, he would be able to turn the monster into a dish.

Ding ding ding, the ingredients began to be cut. There were quite a variety of seasonings on the stall cart. Although Fang Qingyun himself could not recognize many of them, under the guidance of the frying pan, he cleaned himself up quickly. Then he dealt with the fish and started to make a new dish.

"This dish is salt-baked catfish. Its effect is to increase the affinity between people and water, and enable faster swimming speed. Although it looks simple to make, it actually requires a lot of control over the heat. If it is overbaked, it will have a burnt smell and will not taste good. If it is underbaked, it will have more serious consequences," Ximi explained. She did fulfill her promise, which was to speak with her mouth.

"Boss, why have I never heard you mention such serious consequences?" Khamur asked the question that Fang Qingyun wanted to ask like a good kid: "Will there be any problems if we let the newcomers do it themselves?"

"If it's roasted raw... it will taste even worse if it's roasted raw. Anyway, as long as it's processed according to the steps, it won't explode. At most, your stomach will be rumbling for a day after eating it, and you'll have bloating and gas, which can easily lead to farting," Ximi explained. This seemed to be the serious side effect she mentioned, and it didn't sound that scary.

Chapter 172: You are all idiots (unbelievable)?

Guided by the frying pan, Fang Qingyun quickly picked out the bones in the fish, including the tiny teeth. He picked them all out neatly and put them into a plastic bag, thinking that he might need them to make equipment in the future.

"As the only most professional necromancer in the country with a Class A qualification certificate, her workers should enjoy the best insurance benefits." Before the dish came out of the pot, Ximi began to brag about herself. There was no trace of sadness on her face. She was an optimist and seemed to have no worries. She was simply playing her role as a teacher in the novice village.

"When I was alive, the thing I often did was to revive those office workers who died from overwork for big companies." Ximi blinked her dark red eyes as she spoke. Fang Qingyun looked into her eyes. Although she didn't have white hair, she had red pupils!

Also, resurrecting those office workers who died suddenly from overwork and making them continue to work overtime... The capitalists call this an expert. Isn't this another kind of devil? If we force people to work after they die, then this society is hopeless... Even the right to die cannot be guaranteed.

By the way, do the dead people who are pulled up enjoy human rights? Will there be any problems in reissuing their ID cards? Will there be a situation where they need to be present in person, and will they pull up their dead relatives and ask them to come and testify? This sounds too horrifying.

"During your work, you will be frequently dismembered by various monsters. Even if you are a zombie, it would be very inconvenient to have your head chopped off, right?" Ximi made a face, put his hand on his neck and pulled it gently, so that his neck moved to the side along with his cut hand, and his head and body were separated. Combined with Ximi's deathly grimace, it was so horrifying.

Don’t suddenly make that expression of foaming at the mouth and purple face as if you were hanged...it’s very weird!

"So you don't have to worry if you die." Ximi wanted to knock on the green environmentally friendly trash can next to him, but his finger went straight through it: "With this fully automatic corpse assembly... trash can, no matter how you die, even if you are digested by monsters, this trash can will collect your body and reassemble it."

This is really a method of resurrection that is full of flaws... Fang Qingyun complained in his heart, in my own hell, when resurrecting those zombies, their souls are directly extracted, cleansed to ensure the purity of the soul, and then a complete body is remade, and the body and soul are combined together, so that at least the soul and body can be pure and flawless.

As for Ximi's method of resurrection... Fang Qingyun seemed to be able to imagine that if he died one day and was resurrected, he would find his shoulders sticky with gastric juice and food residues... It would be unbearable and he would vomit just thinking about it.

"Oh, by the way, don't pay too much attention to the pile of shit at the door." Ximi showed an embarrassed expression on his face. After all, if there was a pile of shit half a person's height at the door of a restaurant, it might become a new internet celebrity check-in spot. People went to the restaurant and paid money just to know which warrior created such a big pile of shit. "I'll ask other skeletons to clean it up later."

Facing Fang Qingyun's calm eyes, Ximi's face began to sweat with guilt. Perhaps to strengthen this impression, Ximi controlled her appearance and let the sweat pour out from her head and flow down her cheeks. "We have always paid attention to the hygiene of the restaurant... It's just that we are not enough staff recently, so we are a little lazy."

"You are a zombie anyway, so eating dirty things won't be a problem. Don't be afraid at all." Ximi said confidently, and began to list the advanced features of his creations: "I used magic from more than a dozen different systems to make your stomach. You can eat even something that is completely inedible."

Anyway, the creatures here are either immune to all poisons or have no mouths or stomachs at all. Do you expect a skeleton to get sick? Or do you expect Ximi, a ghost who can't interact with real things, to get diarrhea or something like that?

"Actually, the boss is politely asking you to eat the shit at the door." The first thing Khamur said when he came over choked Ximi to death. Fang Qingyun thought about it carefully and found that, surprisingly, Khamur's statement seemed to make sense...

"That's not what I meant. And you..." Ximi waved his hands in panic, explained to Fang Qingyun first, and then turned his head to Khamur: "Go and forge your iron. You are the guy who is responsible for cleaning and forging iron. Are you abandoning your sacred duty now?"

While the two were bickering and explaining, Fang Qingyun had already made a dish of salt-baked mullet. The main thing to pay attention to with this dish is the control of the heat. After being guided by the frying pan, Fang Qingyun was very careful and did not make any mistakes. After he was done, he sprinkled some of the soul - salt grains, and a fragrant salt-baked mullet was out of the pot.

"The cooking looks good." Ximi nodded: "It should be edible."

"It's a bit...cooked" The frying pan was a bit unsatisfactory: "It's barely edible"

With the approval of Sago and the frying pan, Fang Qingyun no longer suppressed his hunger and began to gnaw on the blackfish on the stick. It must be said that carnivorous fish are better in texture than most herbivorous fish, although blackfish is more like piranha... When eating mosquito meat before, Fang Qingyun tasted the softness of the fish meat. Now, after tasting a bite of blackfish, Fang Qingyun finally felt the more delicious taste.

The mixture of the fish meat and the oil from the fat part of the fish adds a different flavor to the fish. Just one bite is enough to give your taste buds a sense of relief. The fresh and fragrant fish meat is tender and juicy, and the perfect burnt part adds a little extra aroma.

If it is just to satisfy the appetite, coming to this world is not a loss. This was Fang Qingyun’s first thought after eating a hearty meal.

Soon, the magical power of the monster began to transform Fang Qingyun's body. Perhaps it was the effect and ability of the water attribute. The evil fish food made Fang Qingyun's skin firm and smooth. At the same time, the skin began to secrete a special mucus. This mucus did not stick to the clothes, but adhered to the skin like a layer of jelly, which could reduce the resistance of the skin to water. Now Fang Qingyun was confident that he could swim past those evil fish even without the acceleration of the phosphorus wings.

Moreover, the effect of these mucus may be more than that. Fang Qingyun has a special feeling that the mucus on his body may have a good specific heat capacity, just like fireproof glue, which can effectively absorb heat and then evaporate, thus being immune to certain high temperatures and flames.

This seems to be an effect that was not in the original version. The only effect of the evil fish dish is to increase the movement speed in water, and it does not have any miscellaneous special abilities at all.

Fang Qingyun put away the Jianlan kitchen knife and cleaned up the mess. Now that he had finished eating, it was almost time to go to work. There were still many places to explore, so he couldn't rest yet.

"It looks like your cooking skills are up to par." Ximi nodded. "Take this cookbook with you. You will need to find many more ingredients yourself."

Actually, I didn’t plan to return it to you... Fang Qingyun thought to himself, and without hesitation, he stuffed the recipe into the plastic bag, carrying the anvil on his back and prepared to continue on his journey.

"It's okay, just leave the anvil with Khamur." Seeing Fang Qingyun foolishly wanting to carry the anvil on his back again, Ximi quickly spoke out to stop him: "Anyway, Khamur is our blacksmith, so we can just give the materials to him when the time comes."