Others were running for their lives when they entered the horror dungeon.
I enter the horror dungeon and ask first: What do you want to eat?
The starving ghost wants to eat the braised pork cooked by his mother, the water ghost misses the bowl of ice powder when he was alive, and the hanged ghost can't let go of the bowl of longevity noodles before he dies.
Other players were chased by the ghosts and cried for their fathers and mothers. I set up a stall in the ghost pile, cooking, seasoning, and serving dishes.
Li Gui burst into tears after eating, his grievances were cleared, and he insisted on working as a waiter with me.
Later, my cafeteria opened wider and wider, until a man in a black apron came to the door and said that only they could cook the food in the underworld.
I wiped the knife and smiled: Stealing business, right? The kitchen also needs a meat chopper.
