When the huge black shadow appeared, the lights in the car flickered a few times in an instant.
The players looked at the black shadow and felt inexplicably depressed.
Lan Yan looked up and whispered to Qin Nuo, "I really don't know what this big guy looks like. With his physique, I guess his face must be pretty ugly, right?"
Qin Nuo glanced at him and said, "They are all fat people. Why should a fat person embarrass another fat person?"
Lan Yan was unhappy when she heard this: "Your words are hurtful. I'm not fat, I'm strong, you know?"
Qin Nuo didn't want to waste time talking to him and focused on the future.
At this moment, some players have already pushed the food cart up.
The bloated hand stretched out again, grabbed the greasy food, and retracted behind the screen.
A moment later, the glutton's comments came.
"Do you think I have no memory of eating? I eat the same food over and over again every day!"
"Greasy, disgusting, uninspired, and not at all appetizing!"
A disgusted and angry voice came from behind the screen.
The food was thrown out, smashed to the ground and became a mess.
The player frowned and said, "The ingredients in the carriage are very limited. There are only a few types of food that can be made. It seems that this is not my fault, right?"
"Is that your reason?"
Behind the screen, the Glutton laughed sarcastically: "Perhaps you have some reasons, but I don't need to listen to them."
"If I'm not satisfied with the food, then it's your responsibility!"
As his voice came down, the biscuit man drew out the biscuit sword again and walked towards him step by step.
The player looked at it, his eyes turning colder and colder.
"The purpose of your presence in this carriage is only to satisfy the master's stomach. If you fail to do so, you will face punishment!"
It raised the biscuit sword in its hand, but before it could chop it down, the player suddenly took out a black shovel and hit the biscuit man hard on the head.
The fragile head shattered instantly, and a large amount of biscuit crumbs flew out.
It took a few steps back, its head shattered, but it still stood there steadily.
The player stared at the screen coldly: "If that's the case, then this game is unplayable for me!"
The players at the back stood calmly, their eyes waiting for something interesting to happen.
"This guy has taken a narrow path." Lan Yan muttered.
"It's none of my business."
The Devouring Ghost opened his mouth, and then a stream of light gathered from behind the screen and burst out.
The player's expression changed and he just picked up the ghost in his hand.
The stream of light ignored the ghost, fell on him, and disappeared in an instant.
The player closed his eyes tightly, then slowly opened them, looking at the unharmed body in slight surprise.
But before he could react, the next second, the skin all over his body began to swell up little by little.
A large amount of yellow liquid oozed out of the pores under the skin and dripped onto the ground.
The flesh and blood seemed to be melting bit by bit. His pupils contracted and he took a few steps back in a mess. When he grabbed his face with both hands, he found that it was also melting bit by bit.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the end of the secret passage in the carriage, where was the door. He wanted to rush over, but after only two steps, he collapsed to the ground, and his feet turned into two pools of sticky yellow cream.
The skin was clearly melting, but no blood was flowing out.
During the entire process, the player did not utter a single scream of pain until he was completely turned into a pool of cream.
The big hand stretched out again, grabbed the cream, and retracted the screen.
“It tastes pretty good this time.”
"I'm looking forward to you resisting. That way, I can eat you all at once. The food transformed from little mice tastes pretty good."
The broken cookie man, the debris repaired little by little, said quietly: "Next."
The players looked at the remaining cream on the ground, their faces looking calm, as if nothing had happened. The next player pushed his food cart forward.
They were not stupid and they all saw that there was someone with a higher status behind the train conductor.
If the train conductor follows the rules, then everything is within order. If the players violate the rules of the game, the train can use the power of order.
The second, third, and fourth dining cars were pushed forward one after another.
Three dinners, two were unsatisfactory!
Body parts were turned into food.
The food must not only be delicious but also innovative, and this difficulty will obviously only become higher and higher!
"Its appetite is increasing. If it continues like this, sooner or later everyone will become its food." Fang Ye saw it and spoke in a low voice.
With limited ingredients, they have to make food with different flavors every day, which is pushing them to a dead end.
As he spoke, it was Fang Ye's turn.
His food cart was not small, and Qin Nuo and Lan Yan pushed it forward together.
Fang Ye said, "This is the food that the three of us made together. I hope you'll be satisfied."
"Three?"
"If the food is not satisfactory, then we will be punished together."
As he spoke, the hand grabbed the glutinous rice cake.
Soon, chewing sounds were heard from behind the screen.
Qin Nuo looked at him with a calm expression, but he was still a little nervous inside.
Fang Ye adjusted his glasses and said to Qin Nuo, "Calm down, my cooking skills are not bad."
Qin Nuo shrugged: "I'm a very calm person."
The Devourer seemed to have finished eating and slowly said, "Not bad, I haven't eaten this in a long time. It's not too greasy."
“The taste is also very good, very much to my taste.”
After hearing this, the eyes of Qin Nuo and the other two lit up slightly.
But then, the Devourer changed the subject: "However, the only drawback is that the ingredients are not good!"
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