A few weeks later...
Blue Greer, Shell Hill.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the platform outside the permanent kitchen, dyeing the entire area golden red.
On the long table, dozens of sets of glittering golden kitchen utensils were neatly arranged.
Pots, spatulas, knives, aprons... each one exudes a strange luster, as if it contains some kind of life energy.
"Done!"
The legendary pot maker Li Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead. The veins on his thick arms were bulging, and it was obvious that he had expended a lot of physical strength.
The second-generation Melk gently stroked the forged knife, a gleam of pride gleaming in his tired eyes:
"These golden cooking utensils are strong enough to withstand the erosion of the soul world and will never decay."
Putin pushed his glasses up, his face looking tired.
Xiaosong looked at these shining kitchen utensils and felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.
He bowed deeply:
"Mr. Kurifō, Ms. Melk, Ms. Putin... Thank you so much! Deep in the world!"
Kurifō laughed heartily and patted Komatsu on the shoulder: "Hahaha! Komatsu, you're welcome! We're here to save the human world from famine!"
Melk smiled slightly. "Besides, being able to create such kitchenware with our own hands is also a rare challenge for us."
Putin said seriously, "Xiaosong, be careful when you enter the soul world. The rules there are completely different from reality."
Xiaosong nodded heavily: "I am a fool!"
The next morning, in front of the Soul Eater's Gate.
Gigi stood in front of everyone and began to assign tasks.
"The depths of the Soul World can only be entered by souls, and combat is essentially impossible there."
He looked around at everyone, his voice steady.
"You just need to keep cooking spirit food to satisfy the appetites of the spirit eaters. Tang Slime's true form is inside, and he will ensure your safety."
"so--"
Jiji's eyes fell on Alu, Starkin and others.
"Combatants don't need to enter. You stay here to protect the bodies of the chefs who have lost their souls, preventing them from being taken over by other wandering food spirits."
A Lu frowned slightly: "Let Xiaosong and the others go in alone? Wouldn't it be too dangerous?"
Jiji shook his head. "There's no fighting in the depths of the Soul World. If you go in, you'll disrupt the rules there. Besides..."
He paused, his eyes deep.
"With Tang Slime inside, no one can hurt them."
Starkin pondered for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, we will be responsible for protecting the body."
Chefs including Komatsu, Yoda, Qianliu, Damara, Kachinochishu and others put on their golden cooking utensils and stood in front of the Soul Food Gate.
Each person held two cups of golden liquid in their hands - food treasure [PAIR].
"Drink it, and your souls will be able to enter the world of souls safely."
Gigi's voice rang in my ears.
Xiaosong took a deep breath, raised his head and drank both cups of [PAIR] in one gulp.
The chest rises and then flattens again.
"Buzz—"
The Soul-Eating Gate slowly opened, and a faint blue light flowed out like water.
Xiao Song looked back at A Lu and the others, revealing a determined smile: "Mr. A Lu, wait for us to come back!"
Then he stepped into the light.
…
"boom--!"
The moment he stepped in, Xiaosong's consciousness seemed to be torn apart and reassembled by some invisible force.
He couldn't feel his own body, couldn't feel the companions who came in with him, and couldn't even feel the flow of time and space.
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