He Ate All the Hell

Fry the devil, fry the devil, catch a strange devil and dip it in soy sauce... Look, look, the devil is going to die today... Half of the Ghost-Eating Sutra, a statue of Zhong Kui, and the smell of monsters from another world are really good. I grabbed it with my left hand and pulled it with my right hand. If my small hands were not enough, I would use my legs... "Have you heard? A strange creature has come into hell recently!? He can eat demons!!!" "Really? What kind of demons feed on demons? Is it because the person is not fragrant or the soul is not delicious? How could he get rid of the smell of sulfur from the demons? " Just when a bunch of messy demons were marveling at each other and talking about it as a joke, the hero they talked about the most quietly came behind them... Who says devils are not delicious? It's because you can't make them. Look at the fried devil in my hands. It's charred on the outside, tender on the inside, crispy on the bones, and quite chewy... Zhong Yan is carrying a green bag on his back, with a long sword hanging from his waist. He is holding a fried green-skinned devil in one hand, and his mouth is full of oil as he eats. The Hell Demons who had just gathered together were in a panic... Well, it's really overwhelming. I can't finish the food. Sometimes it's not good to eat too much. I feel like dozing off. Don't ask me who is dozing off - Zhong Ao is so angry when he wakes up that he can't kill ten succubi. Hell? This is obviously heaven