Return from the second dimension

Without prompting from the old man, the beard and others quickly gathered in front of the stone platform and picked up the skull bowls of those with patina.

Smelling the fragrance, the monks were full of intoxicated expressions.

Their strength is limited, and they are far from reaching the realm of energizing and bigu. They still need to swallow food to supplement consumption.

Of course, the food of the monks needs to be more refined and advanced, and in many cases it will be refined into pills.

They came along this way, although they occasionally brought some food, they couldn't fill their stomachs at all.

As for the taste of the food, I don't even mention it.

At this moment, the fragrant food was in front of him, the glutton in his stomach was hooked up long ago, and he couldn't wait to take a swig.

Holding the human skull bowl, he raised his head to take a sip, and the creamy and fragrant liquid poured directly into his throat.

Just feel the fragrance of the mouth, the taste is beautiful.

"Fragrant!"

"It's really delicious."

"Eating chaff when you are hungry is as sweet as honey, and when you are full, it is not sweet. If you want me to say, we are simply too hungry."

"That's not the case. The taste of this fresh soup is indeed superb, but I don't know what to cook?"

After a monk finished drinking the thick soup, he looked like the old man next to him, and said in an urgent tone: "Come on, let's have another bowl!"

The old man didn't speak, and the long spoon waved again, and a spoonful of steaming thick soup was poured out from the cauldron.

The monk quickly handed out the bone bowl, filled it up, and then drank happily.

The monk next to him did the same, licking the bottom of the bowl quickly, and then handed it over.

I'm afraid that if you take a step slower, you won't get the fresh soup.

The diners next to them were all carrying pots and bowls, secretly looking at the beard and the others.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the smiles around their eyes are faintly weird.

The beard itself is a glutton, and after being hungry all the way, he has long been unbearable.

After smelling the scent of food, he was not in the mood to pay attention to other things, just thinking about filling his stomach as soon as possible.

It is strange that even after drinking a few bowls of fresh soup, I still feel hungry in my stomach.

There is also a feeling that the hunger is getting worse.

Because of the multiplied hunger, the monks were not in the mood to pay attention to others at all, but wanted to drink soup wholeheartedly.

"Bring me a bowl."

"Old man, hurry up and have another bowl!"

"Don't grab anyone with me. The remaining fresh soup is not enough for me to drink!"

"Smelly shameless, you have the ability to fill the upper and lower holes together!"

The monks cursed and cursed, not seeing others pouring the soup, as if they were cutting their own meat.

The beard frowned, feeling very abnormal, and his lost sanity slowly returned.

"What's the matter, how could I become like this?"

After waking up, the beard realized how abnormal his behavior was, and he would be overwhelmed by a mouthful of soup!

His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a problem with this pot of soup.

The beard did not say anything, but silently looked around, trying to see what was going on.

Then he saw that all the diners who had been around to drink soup had now stopped eating.

Looking at the fresh soup in their bowls, it seems a little bit different, not the same thing at all.

The key is that their expressions are really weird, with an indescribable feeling.

"There is definitely a problem with this soup!"

When the beard thought of this, his heart became more and more surprised, and at the same time he subconsciously looked for Tang Zhen.

Then he saw Tang Zhen sitting on the rock beside him, looking at himself with a smile.

Tang Zhen didn't take a sip of the fresh soup that his companions were fighting for. Instead, he threw it on the stone beside it.

What makes people feel strange is that although Tang Zhen is sitting there, the diners around seem to be unable to see him at all.

Bearded has been able to determine that there is indeed a problem with this pot of fresh soup, but why didn't Tang Zhen remind himself?

Perhaps it was the current situation, not too dangerous, so Tang Zhen didn't take the initiative to prompt?

There is another problem. I obviously rely too much on Tang Zhen, thus losing the ability to think and discover danger.

If that's the case, what if Tang Zhen is not in the team?

The beard reflected and confirmed that there is a problem with his state and must get rid of this dependence as soon as possible.

While thinking in my heart, I heard my companion calling the old man Shengtang again, looking impatient.

Up to now, the monks have drunk an unknown amount of soup, and their belly is as round as a ball.

The clothes were stretched long ago and protruded fiercely toward the front.

No matter how strong the digestion is, it is impossible to digest so much soup in a short time.

This state is very dangerous, if you continue to drink it, I am afraid that I will be alive and die.

But even so, the monks were still ignorant, waving big bowls for soup.

"You can't drink it anymore, or something big must happen!"

The Beard thought of this, and immediately jumped out, trying to stop his companion.

They are not aware of the danger, but they are sober, so they must bear this responsibility.

"You can't drink anymore, get out, no one is allowed to drink anymore!"

Blocking in front of his companion, the bearded roared sharply.

He shouted in this voice, and the surrounding area immediately became quiet.

The roar not only stunned his companions, but the surrounding diners and the vendors who set up the stalls all looked towards the beard.

There was an indescribable weird gloom in these people's eyes, as if they were about to eat him peeled and deboned.

The bearded heart trembled, but he bit his head and saw Xiang's companion. He knew that he couldn't hold back at this moment.

The companions are out of control, and the only one who can save them is himself. He is now the team's hope.

The companions stared at him blankly, and then their expressions became hideous.

"Asshole, what do you want to do?"

"Fat Beard, if it's a brother, don't delay my soup!"

"Don't pay attention to him, just pour me soup!"

Instead of waking up to Fat Beard's obstruction, the companions became furious one by one.

They stared at the big beard with blood-red eyes, and wanted to tear him to pieces.

The unfamiliar and ferocious gaze of his companion startled the beard, but he also confirmed his guess.

This weird fresh soup has completely confuses the companions and makes them irrational.

The more so, the less you can let your companion drink it, otherwise even the gods will not be able to save them.

Thinking of this, the beard gritted his teeth immediately, raised his hand and smashed the human skull bowl in his companion's hand.

When the companion waiting to drink the soup saw this, he was suddenly furious and wanted to reach out and beat his beard.

"You are all idiots, you are so stunned by this soup, why don't you ask what the soup is made?"

The comrades who stared at someone about to hit someone were slightly stunned, and looked at each other.

They suddenly realized that this matter is indeed very abnormal.

Why do you fall into a state of losing control when you smell the fresh soup, and then drink it endlessly?

If the body is shaken, it will make a "pushing" sound, just like a water tank.

"This soup... what is it made?"

The companion blinked and asked at the beard.

Disturbed by the beard, the monks gradually recovered their senses, and their high vigilance was activated again.

"Don't ask me, you have to ask him!"

The beard turned his head, pointed at the old man with the soup, and said in a cold voice.

Upon hearing this, a group of monks immediately turned their heads to look at the old man Shengtang, their eyes became a little dangerous.

"Old guy, tell me, what is this soup made from?"

A group of monks were angry and asked loudly at the old man.

The old man, who always bends down and bows his head, is not afraid of the monks' rebuke. He just said in a cold voice, "Want to know, why don't you go and watch it yourself?"

"Okay, then I'll see for myself."

While the beard was talking, he walked to the side of the old man, grabbed the long spoon and fished it in the cauldron.

When the soup was turning, the things cooked in the cauldron appeared in front of everyone.

It was a human corpse, boiled to the point that the flesh and bones were floating, exuding a weird aroma.