Chapter 111 Chapter 111

Li Qingshan soon felt exhausted, his legs softened, and he could not control himself from falling down, with his back bent, his back hunched, his head down, and he was very sleepy, almost lying on the ground.

It was only when Taylor helped him from the side that he managed to stand up, but at this point, he could not move forward, so he stood there, breathing hard, trying to rest for a while.

Perhaps because of the excessive physical exertion, his breathing was a little loud.

He tried his best to get more oxygen, but the louder his breathing was, the closer the chef who was looking at them with a smile on his face got.

Obviously, even if they didn't speak, just breathing like this would be considered disturbing other people's work. The chef would soon come and clean them up, just like cleaning up those who disturbed them before, there was no difference.

Li Qingshan tried his best to calm the rise and fall of his chest, opened his mouth to breathe, and lowered the sound of his breathing. The whole person almost shrank into a ball, like a towel that was shrunk and crumpled into the size of a fist, or like an insect that was about to be dried to death.

His whole body was shaking, and the sweat was getting more and more. His clothes were completely soaked, and the sweat that came out from the back kept dripping down along the wet clothes.

Some dripped onto the floor, making a loud "tickling" sound that he could clearly hear. Because he was sweating a lot, the sound would come from time to time, almost like a deliberate reminder.

Some dripped onto his shoes, and he could feel the sweat drilling into them, like a bug, slightly itchy, but not coming out, which could easily make people feel uncomfortable all over.

His face was as white as a piece of paper, and he was smaller than when he came in. He looked like he was about to be dehydrated. Even if he stood still, he looked more and more like a dried vegetable that had withered.

If he continued to stand still, he would soon die here. Even if he was not killed by the chef's knife, he would be killed by the heat here.

Strangely enough, they felt very hot, but the other people in the kitchen were not like them, sweating, panting, and feeling weak.

These people were very adapted to the temperature here. They walked on the road with plates and things in their hands, just like walking on ice with rollers on their feet. They were very smooth and fast, without any hindrance.

Although they walked on two legs, they passed by in the blink of an eye. When they stretched out their hands to catch them, they felt that they could not catch them.

There were actually a lot of things in the kitchen, and the ground was full of them. If you were not careful, you would bump into them, but none of these people bumped into anything. Everything was orderly and quiet.

In this kitchen, they were like chess pieces on a chessboard, fitting in perfectly with the narrow paths left by the surrounding objects.

The chef almost stood next to Li Qingshan.

He looked at Li Qingshan with a smile, as if he was looking at a pig to be slaughtered, wondering whether to roast it or grill it. Either way, it would be delicious and worth being happy about.

He was confident in his cooking skills.

He was also very interested in new food.

Li Qingshan glanced at him and took a deep breath, and the chef slowly raised the knife in his hand and looked down at him, as if if he took one more breath, the knife would come down and chop his head off his neck.

Li Qingshan opened his mouth and reduced his breathing to a minimum. The knife that the chef had raised high paused in the air for a while, and then reluctantly slowly retracted it. The chef still held it beside him, as if ready to use it again at any time.

Li Qingshan looked at Taylor: Throw the body into the fire now.

Taylor nodded gently.

The two looked at the nearest fire, holding the body and preparing to throw it in, when the chef suddenly smiled, took a step to the side, and immediately blocked them like a wall, causing their action of throwing the body directly into the fire to fail before it even started.

Li Qingshan and Taylor dragged the body closer to the fire. The chef lay in front of the fire, not moving away at all. He crossed his legs and clasped his hands in front of his chest, looking down at them with a half-smile on his face, a little disdainful, as if he was sure that they would fail this time.

Li Qingshan and Taylor put the body on the ground and pushed it to the other side little by little. The chef sneered and kicked with disdain. He kicked the body out with one foot, and the body slid a long way on the ground.

Li Qingshan walked over, holding the body and sighed. The chef's eyes lit up, as if he had seized an opportunity. He strode over and picked up the knife and chopped down.

Li Qingshan raised his hand and lifted the corpse up, facing the blade of the knife. The knife was so sharp that it cut off the corpse's arm in the blink of an eye without making any sound, as if bones could be easily cut.

Li Qingshan raised his hand and threw the severed arm of the corpse to Taylor who was guarding the fire not far away. Taylor caught the arm of the corpse and threw it into the fire.

The chef heard the sound of the corpse's arm being thrown into the fire, turned around and felt that he had been fooled. He was immediately furious and was about to walk over with the knife in his hand. Li Qingshan lifted the other arm of the corpse and knocked the ground with that arm.

The people around him paused, and immediately rushed over like sharks smelling blood. Li Qingshan quickly made way. Those people surrounded the body in the middle. It was unknown whether they gnawed or cut it. Anyway, when they dispersed, Li Qingshan looked inside and saw that the body had turned into a pile of meat sauce.

The chef walked over again with a sneer.

Li Qingshan picked up the broom and dustpan next to him and smeared the meat sauce on the dustpan. When he finished cleaning the meat sauce on the ground, the chef had already appeared in front of him and raised the knife. Li Qingshan

raised the broom to block his head. The chef took a deep breath, and the knife did not chop down. Li Qingshan looked up and immediately moved to Taylor's side with the dustpan and broom.

Taylor immediately took the things and poured all the meat sauce into the fire. He also placed the broom and dustpan next to the fire, very close to it.

The chef watched them let go of the broom and rushed over.

The two immediately turned around and rushed to the kitchen door.

The chef kicked the broom over with one foot, and the dustpan also turned over. The two things fell into the fire and immediately caught fire.

The chef turned around and walked towards the door angrily. Li Qingshan and Taylor had already run out. The chef was furious and swung the knife in the air.

The servants around him who were affected all raised their heads and looked at him. They took another look at the broom that had been mostly burned in the fire. Its face was slightly blue and a little angry.

The chef stared at them and they lowered their heads.

Li Qingshan was at the door. His courage suddenly grew. He smiled and waved his hand and said, "Aren't you going to kill us? Come on! Come on! Why don't you come out? Are you afraid? Coward! Waste!"

The chef heard this and immediately became furious. He was about to rush out with a knife in hand. The servants around him could no longer bear it. They all put down their things, surrounded the chef, and stretched out their hands and feet to grab him.

More and more servants blocked the door. The chef was completely surrounded and could not see anything. An angry and painful cry came from inside, full of resentment, followed by the sound of stabbing and eating.

When the servants dispersed as if nothing had happened, the chef was no longer in the kitchen.

It can be seen that although the chef's status is higher than others, he will definitely be dealt with when he goes too far.

Taylor and Li Qingshan turned around and returned to their residence, planning to take a shower, change clothes, or take a break.

Taylor nudged Li Qingshan with his elbow and asked, "How do you know the chef can't chop off the broom?"

Li Qingshan smiled and said, "The old servant told us that the guests don't have to pay. It must be that if it's not the guests who broke the things, they must pay for it. In order to avoid paying, it's normal for the chef not to want to break things.

What's more, the old servant has repeatedly said that everyone in the kitchen works very hard. If the chef breaks something and has to pay for it, it's secondary. If it affects other people's work, it's a big deal."

Taylor nodded.

When they arrived at the entrance of the courtyard of their residence, they saw a group of people inside looking up and tiptoeing as if they were watching something exciting. Not knowing what happened, they went over to look inside.

Beiji was in the crowd, squatting at the door of the room. It was not his room. There was blood on the ground. He lowered his head and was eating. In his left hand was a bag of snacks, and in his right hand was an arm.

The owner of the arm was lying on the ground, eyes closed and motionless. He looked dead a long time ago. Other parts of his body were also bitten hard. Judging from the teeth, the previous marks should have been left by the young girl.

"Are we just going to watch like this?" Li Qingshan asked curiously.

"What else can we do?" Ruoji glanced at him, puzzled and amused.

Ruoji moved his nose, suddenly raised his hand to cover half of his face, frowned and looked at Li Qingshan and asked: "Didn't you go into the grove to look for the corpse? How did you get into this state? It stinks!"

"It's a long story," Li Qingshan didn't want to say more to him, took a step back, grabbed his clothes, leaned in to smell it, frowned and took another step back, "I wonder if we can take a shower here now."

"You can ask the old servant," Ruoji's complexion looked better, he seemed to trust the old servant very much, "He knows a lot of things, he will tell us, maybe he was originally arranged to do this, if he doesn't say, it will be meaningless."

"Who knows where the old servant is? Even if we can take a shower now, it's not easy to go back with so many people around us." Li Qingshan smiled.

Taylor suddenly grabbed him and said, "Here they come!"

Li Qingshan turned around and saw the old servant with a group of servants, with gloomy faces, appearing at the gate of the yard, as if a little angry, and strode over.

"What are you doing here?!" the old servant asked loudly.

The crowd slowly dispersed, revealing Beiji who was squatting on the ground and eating big mouthfuls of food. Beiji raised his head and looked out, smiled, as a greeting, but did not stop eating.

"It's time for dinner," the old servant took a deep breath and looked at them coldly, as if he was looking at a group of disobedient little piglets running around everywhere, covering themselves with mud, and said, "Those of you who want to eat can come with me, and those who are not hungry can rest in the room.

But don't run around. If we can't find you, even if you have left and come back to knock on the door, we won't open it."

As he spoke, he glared at Li Qingshan fiercely, as if to say that you are the one running around.

Li Qingshan leaned on Taylor and stretched out an arm: "Excuse me, is there a place to take a bath here? We both want to take a bath!"

The old servant sneered and said with some gritted teeth: "Of course there is! But you shouldn't take a bath today, because we have special arrangements later, and you can take a good bath then."

"So it's not possible now?" Li Qingshan squinted his eyes and pretended to be surprised.

"No matter what you want us to do in the end," Taylor shook his head and said, "we can't do it like this. If you don't allow us to take a bath, the rest of us here can't eat!"

The old servant said angrily: "There are so many people here, what can you do?"

"Just relying on the smell on our bodies, if we sit next to them, they can't eat anything!" Taylor said loudly.

The people around seemed to react suddenly, holding their noses and taking a step back.

Li Qingshan said with a smile: "You see, this is what happened. They haven't even had their meal yet, but they have such a big reaction. If they really go to the restaurant, I'm afraid they will vomit! By then, not to mention them, maybe even you won't be able to eat."

The old servant stared at him coldly and said: "Okay, I'll have someone take you to the bathing place, but if anything happens to you there, you will be responsible for it."

Li Qingshan nodded; "Of course!"

Taylor smiled and said: "Take us there quickly! We still have to eat later."

The old servant waved his hand behind him, and a young servant came out, lowered his head, and stood in front of the crowd. The old servant pointed at him and said: "He will take you to the bathhouse, and you can take a bath by following him."

After the old servant said that, he turned around and left.

Li Qingshan shouted and asked: "Is there anything I need to pay attention to? Is the bathhouse slippery? Is there hot water? Is the water heater working properly? Is anyone else here?"

The old servant stood outside the door and said: "Nothing, you can ask him, he will tell you what he knows, and you don't need to know what he doesn't know."

After that, the old servant went out again, and the others who were preparing to eat followed him, and a large group of people left just like that.

Some others entered the room, intending to rest for a while before going to eat.

The young servant took Li Qingshan and Taylor to the bathhouse and looked at them, his eyes were a little picky, as if he was looking at a pile of vegetable leaves, and he still felt that they were not fresh enough, not good-looking enough, and didn't know if they were delicious.

"Is there really nothing to pay attention to?" Li Qingshan asked.

"Yes," the servant smiled a little coldly but still politely, "We never have to pay attention when we go in, but it's not necessarily the case for others. Your situation is different from ours, and I can't help it. I don't know."

Li Qingshan nodded.

The servant turned around and prepared to leave, but Taylor attacked him from behind. He fainted. Li Qingshan and Taylor dragged him into the bathroom and put him at the door, but they didn't block the door, but against the wall.

"Since he said so," Li Qingshan smiled at the man, "they don't need to pay attention to anything, then let's give it a try. If there is nothing wrong, that's the best. If there is something wrong, then it's a lie."

"That's great," Taylor said, "Do you want to wash first or should I?"

"I'll go first," Li Qingshan said.

Taylor nodded, pulled a small stool from the side, sat next to the unconscious servant, and watched Li Qingshan enter a small shower cubicle.

Li Qingshan took a shower, washed his clothes, put his clothes back on, and was about to push the door, but suddenly felt something under his feet. He looked down and saw a long string of black hair coming out from the ground, part of it was next to his shoes and part of it was next to his ankles.

He tried to unlock the door.

The door lock here is very simple, a black round device with a finger-long tongue-like strip extending out to block the door. Even if it is locked, it can be opened by moving it to the side.

The hair on the ground stood up like a snake, wrapped around his ankles, and tried to pull him back. One part was devouring his shoes, and the other part was devouring his skin.

The skin on his ankles was devoured, revealing the blood-red flesh inside, and it began to bleed.

It didn't hurt much at first, and even before I smelled the blood, I didn't realize there was an injury here.

The lock should have been easy to open, but it was stuck at that time, and it couldn't be pushed open no matter how hard I pushed. Li Qingshan was immediately angry and kicked it.

The door clanged, but didn't open, but shook.

Just after shaking, Li Qingshan suddenly saw a miserable white severed hand on the door lock, with blood-red nails, tightly gripping the door lock, not letting go at all.

No wonder it can't be opened!

Li Qingshan kicked the door while reaching out to pry the white severed hand off the door, trying to open the lock at the same time.

The hand was unwilling to give way, so they started wrestling, in other words, arm wrestling.

Li Qingshan's face was flushed, veins on his arms bulged, the hair on the ground had already climbed onto his legs, his lower body was bloody, and most of his skin had been eaten away. If he didn't leave now, he might not be able to leave.

Li Qingshan suddenly kicked the door forward. The door was not made of particularly good material. After being kicked several times in a row, it was about to fall to the ground. The screws connecting it were loose.

The white severed hand finally released the door lock, and reluctantly moved slowly to the side of the door gap, gradually disappearing, as if it had never appeared.

Li Qingshan unlocked the door and rushed out. When he left the compartment, his black hair broke, as if it could not withstand the pull of the distance, and it was as if it was cut off by scissors with a snap.

The hair fell off his body and disappeared, but his skin that was swallowed did not return, so his body was still bloody, bleeding all the way down, and exuding a strong smell of blood.

Li Qingshan walked up to Taylor and looked at his side. The unconscious servant was still unconscious and had not woken up. He just didn't know if he was pretending.

After all, the noise just now was quite loud. Li Qingshan almost knocked the door open. The sound of knocking the door was enough to wake up a sleeping person.

"It seems that there is really no big danger," Li Qingshan smiled to Taylor who stood up, "It's much safer than the kitchen, and the range is limited to such a small compartment. You go."

Taylor nodded, walked to the nearest compartment next to him, pushed the door open and went in to take a shower. Li Qingshan sat in the position he had just sat, still on the stool.

Li Qingshan glanced at Taylor, then at the unconscious servant next to him, and changed his sitting position. The stool shook a little, making a creaking sound, and the servant's eyelashes trembled.

It looked like he was awake or about to wake up.

Li Qingshan propped his chin with one hand, looked at him leisurely, with a half-smile on his face, and muttered to himself: "One, two, three..."

The servant suddenly opened his eyes and ran to the door like an arrow from a bow.

Li Qingshan reached out and grabbed his clothes.

He fell to the ground with a thud, and scratched the ground with his hands. The ground was very smooth, and he couldn't grab anything. He watched the door getting farther and farther away from him, and was dragged back by Li Qingshan with his two hands like catching a fish with a net.

He turned over and faced Li Qingshan, staring with red eyes, and angrily said: "Why did you do this?"

Li Qingshan grabbed his clothes and asked him with a smile: "What is this? I have done a lot of things. I don't know which one you are talking about."

"Need I say more? The one you are doing now!" The servant pointed at Taylor. "

He is just taking a bath," Li Qingshan squinted his eyes, showing a confused and innocent look, as if he really knew nothing, and said in a tone, "The old servant agreed."

The servant was choked and said angrily: "You know that's not what I meant!"

"I don't have the ability to read minds, how can I know what you mean? You can't speak clearly and you blame me? No wonder you can only lead others." Li Qingshan said with a smile.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't need to lead the way!" The little servant said angrily.

"What do you mean?" Li Qingshan asked with narrowed eyes staring at him.

The young servant lowered his head suddenly, as if he realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and he just shook his head in panic.

"Okay, let's change the subject," Li Qingshan sneered, "You think we shouldn't treat you like this, right?"

The young servant raised his head and glared at him and said, "Isn't it? Normal people wouldn't do this! I'm just leading you!"

"That's what you said, but the way you looked at me before made me feel unhappy," Li Qingshan looked at him and said, "Do you think the old servant is the same?"

The young servant sneered, "You are just a group of outsiders, are you worthy of being compared with the butler? If you can be a butler, I will also respectfully salute you."

Li Qingshan smiled and said, "So, outsiders can also be butlers?"

The young servant lowered his head and said nothing.