Mian'ao frowned, thinking the glutton was so noisy.
"You're so noisy. If you keep making noise, I'll beat you up first and then eat you."
The glutton clutched the back of his head, feeling his blood pressure soar.
It's so heartless, is this even human language?
"I'm telling you, you can't eat me."
Cotton-padded jacket was silent for a moment, suppressing his displeasure, and asked cooperatively, "Why?"
The glutton breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he could make sense.
"Because I specialize in eating bad luck, Mianbao has bad luck on him. Without my help, he will be in big trouble."
Mian'ao thought about it and gave a sincere suggestion: "Don't eat bad luck in the future. If you eat too much bad luck, the ghost will stink, and when I eat you, the taste will be bad."
The glutton was so screwed, what kind of crazy words did he hear?
"No, big sister, didn't you hear the point?"
"The point is, without me, Mianbao will be in big trouble. Do you know how bad it is?"
"It means choking when eating, choking when drinking water, falling when walking, and biting the tongue when talking."
"He would also get into car accidents, encounter ghosts in the middle of the night, and encounter many unfortunate things you can't imagine. It was very tragic."
Mian'ao said innocently, "It's okay. I'm not familiar with Mianbao. Are you done talking? I ate it."
The glutton was terrified, struggling with all his body: "That's your brother, your real brother, and you say you don't know him? Do you have any conscience?"
"No, don't say that, don't say that, let's talk more, let's talk more..."
"Crack..." The cotton-padded jacket rolled up the glutton and bit off its noisy head in one bite. The world was finally quiet.
It tastes good. I am so happy to eat it that I am shaking my head.
Originally, she didn't eat ghosts. But after she died and went to the underworld, she was so hungry that she stuffed everything into her mouth. She accidentally stuffed an evil ghost into her mouth, and then her diet changed drastically.
After four or five bites, the glutton finished the meal, and this long-hungry and malnourished little body finally felt full.
Cotton-padded jacket wiped his mouth and skipped down the mountain to go home.
She didn't notice that after she left, the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons sneaked out from underground.
Niutou: "The little starving ghost is becoming more and more ferocious."
A fat, gluttonous glutton, she finished the meal in less than five bites.
The horse-faced man glanced at the glutton who floated out of the cotton-padded jacket with no consciousness and was pure and innocent. He clicked his tongue.
"The little starving ghost is also amazing. Others eat rice and poop, but she eats ghosts and purifies her soul. She doesn't even need to be saved."
Niutou nodded in approval. Yes, the workload has been greatly reduced now, and it is very relaxing.
"I don't know where this little starving ghost came from. She's been roaming the underworld for years, and the judges can't do anything about her. They can only find ways to send her to a small world. Her rebirth with memories like this won't last long. It will still take the King of Hell to come back after experiencing the tribulation and deal with her."
The Horse-Faced Guard glanced at the gluttonous ghost floating in a trance, frowning, "The matter of the little starving ghost isn't a big deal, but why is there a glutton here?"
It's strange that he still gets so fat.
It was already dark when the cotton-padded jacket arrived home.
The house was quiet and no one was there. She guessed that Mianbao must have been taken to the health center.
She went straight into the kitchen because she was hungry and wanted to eat.
But there was nothing in the kitchen.
How could she not have it? She was hungry and had to have it.
He turned around and went to the house of Qin Dafeng and his wife.
The door is locked.
No problem, just twist the little chicken claw and the lock will open.
In the end of the world, Cotton-padded Jacket, born as a killing machine in a laboratory, possesses countless abilities that even she herself has not yet discovered.
In the end times, the cotton-padded jacket is a killing machine developed in a shady underground laboratory.
In an accident, the laboratory was blown up, and the people and information inside were all turned into dust. No one knew of the existence of Duhuo's cotton-padded jacket anymore.
Cotton-padded jacket became a homeless child with great fighting power but poor self-care ability.
She was born and raised on a special nutrient solution, but without it to sustain her life, she eventually... starved to death.
It is such a regrettable and sad thing.
After arriving in the underworld, Cotton-padded Jacket became a starving ghost.
You won’t starve to death, but you will feel hungry enough to want to die.
It was also under this terrible feeling of hunger that she discovered the new recipe.
During the years she lived in the underworld, she learned from other ghosts, but her IQ and EQ didn't increase much. The only thing that increased was her storage of recipes.
It is a cause for celebration that such a frustrating thing as starving to death will no longer happen.
As a test subject, great strength is just a trivial little ability that Mian'ao possesses.
But she didn't expect that after starving to death in the end of the world, all her abilities would be integrated into her soul and follow it to the underworld and then to the small world.
I pushed the door open and went in, using the moonlight to see the layout of the room.
A tattered bunk bed covered with a thick layer of blackened straw, which was wet, sticky, and had a pungent musty smell.
It is early spring now, and Qin Dafeng and his wife are still covered with thick quilts.
The quilt was so black that it gleamed in the moonlight, and an unconcealable sour smell filled the room.
The cotton-padded jacket wants to break the bridge of my nose, it stinks so much.
Qin Dafeng and his wife didn't allow the original owner to enter their room. It was even dirtier than the storage shed where the original owner slept. Who would want to enter it?
In addition to the broken bed, there was also a broken wardrobe and a broken cabinet.
The cupboard was filled with grain and other food, including coarse grains and fine grains, as well as canned food, candies, and biscuits, but not much.
I opened the wardrobe again, and the sour smell hit the top of my cotton-padded jacket.
This is the effect of enslaving the original owner and washing him several times. If there was no original owner, it would probably be even more addictive.
He suppressed his disgust, took out all his clothes, and searched the broken iron box in the corner, which contained about ten yuan, a few tickets, and all his documents.
So poor.
His eyeballs moved around, and they became like infrared scanners, allowing him to see the entire room clearly.
A roll of rags wrapped in more than ten layers was taken out from the rat hole.
Inside was more than a hundred yuan and a few food coupons.
He then pulled out a roll of rags from the hole at the foot of the bed.
Inside was fifty yuan and a few meat tickets.
Then he took out three rag rolls one after another, which contained the banknotes hidden by Qin Dafeng.
He looked around the cotton-padded jacket and emptied it.
I went to Mianbao's house again.
She ran away before she even entered the door.
If you can't leave, you will die young.
The house stinks worse than a pigpen, and there is definitely nothing edible in it.
The Mian family’s house was so small that it was turned upside down in half an hour.
Look at the pitiful amount of food in front of me, it’s not enough to eat.
Cotton-padded jacket held her little face with both hands and looked distressed. She didn't want to be hungry and it would be uncomfortable.
My eyes kept rolling around, and suddenly I realized that my parents are rich.
She decided to return to her roots.
He ran happily to the storage shed where the original owner slept, dug out the tattered sheets inside, rolled up everything, picked it all up, and carried it on his back.
She took one look at the dilapidated and bare house and felt no attachment at all. Such a home could not support her.
Carrying all the belongings, walking in the night, humming a little tune, happily looking for ancestors.
As for how Qin Dafeng and her family would react when they returned and saw their house had been looted, that was not something she could control.
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