"Never mind, let's just wait for the dishes to arrive. If the food is fine, then we shouldn't interfere with things that are none of our business. Although this kind of dirty thing isn't common in this world and ordinary people may not even see it once in their lifetime, for us, seeing ghosts is like a daily routine, especially when we're with Zhao Dashi, it's as natural as drinking water when you're thirsty. If the food is fine, then that means this is just a lonely ghost who wandered into the wrong door, and after we finish eating our chicken stew, we'll leave this place. Hmm, how about that?"

  Zhu Jianping looked at Zhao Zhu and Xiong Zhiqi, seeing that they also nodded in agreement, before picking up the tea cup in front of him again to take a sip.

  For these three people, how long their own lives can last is still an unknown number, so they have no interest in taking on the responsibility of exorcising demons and protecting humanity, nor do they have that obligation. They just need to take care of their own lives, and there's no need for any holy mother complex.

  The dishes were served quickly, and in about a minute or so, a young waiter brought over a bowl of chicken, placing it on Zhao Zhu's table. At the same time, a female waitress pushed a cart with side dishes over, checked off the items on the list, and then both of them left.

  Xiong Zhiqi sniffed his nose, smelling the scent on those two people's bodies as well as the chicken meat in front of him. He said, "It's fine, those two are alive and this chicken is real, we can start eating now."

  The three of them started eating, normally when people see a ghost for the first time they would be scared for several days and those with weaker yang energy might even fall ill directly, but Zhao Zhu and others were not like that, they ate when they should eat, slept when they should sleep, it's just one ghost, what's the big deal, there's even an undead living in their own building downstairs.

  However, just as Zhao Zhu was about to put a piece of chicken into his mouth, the jade hairpin tattoo on his left shoulder suddenly felt hot, catching Zhao Zhu off guard. The chopsticks fell to the ground, and the chicken naturally rolled onto the table. Zhu Jianping and Xiong Zhiqi looked at Zhao Zhu in confusion, unsure what he was doing. If it was just an accident, it didn't seem like such a big reaction.

  Zhao Zhu covered his left shoulder with one hand and pointed at the chicken on the table with the other, saying in a low voice:

  "There's something wrong with the chicken, spit it out quickly!"

  Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping almost instinctively dropped their chopsticks, stuck their fingers into their throats to stir, and then one by one they dry-retched, spitting out the chicken meat they had just eaten. They didn't ask why, because they knew what to do first and what to do later. Until the two of them were sure they had vomited clean, they picked up the napkin to wipe their mouths, casting inquiring glances at Zhao Zhu.

  "Let's use another method to test this chicken meat," Zhao Zhu said, "there must be a problem."

  Before that, Xiong Zhiqi only used his nose to distinguish, which was a bit too casual and subjective. Of course, after seeing that the two waiters were alive, everyone's vigilance decreased a lot.

  "Alright, I have tiger tooth powder here, but using it to test a bowl of chicken is a bit wasteful, isn't it?" Xiong Zhiqi took out a small glass bottle and muttered to himself, "It's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito."

  Tiger's tooth powder, naturally made from the teeth of a tiger, can only be produced by selecting 49 specific days to sunbathe in sunlight and remove yin with yang, then mixing it with fragrant ash. This bottle of tiger's tooth powder requires at least 300 points or more to exchange.

  Zhu Jianping looked at Zhao Zhu and then at Xiong Zhiqi, saying to Xiong Zhiqi: "Check!"

  Xiong Zhiqi saw that his two companions were both asking for verification, and he could only endure the pain of pouring out a bit of tiger tooth powder into this chicken meat. Very quickly, a cloud of smoke rose from the chicken meat, and in the midst of the smoke, a human face suddenly appeared. It was a woman's face, a very delicate face, with her eyes closed.

  "Grass mud horse, it's really strange." Xiong Zhiqi immediately lifted his foot and kicked the bowl of chicken in front of him to the ground. He was about to rush out of the room when Zhu Jianping grabbed him.

  "Don't be impulsive, what just happened was a hypnotic shadow. This chicken hot pot restaurant has problems, big problems. If you rush over and get caught again, what will happen?"

  "What the f**k, in the task world, I can tolerate any danger, but this is the real world, even going out to eat will get you killed, how can I tolerate that?"

  "Daiyu, aren't you being a bit too angry?" Zhao Zhu asked, feeling that Xiong Zhiqi's emotions seemed to be fluctuating greatly.

  Zhu Jianping wiped the sweat from his forehead and said helplessly, "He's angry because in the future, eating chicken stew will give him psychological trauma, making him eat less of a dish."

  Zhao Zhu heard this and rubbed his nose, so it was like that.

  "Alright, let's go take a look behind the kitchen together. Since that ghost who just ran out was wearing a chef's uniform, it means there must be something unusual in the kitchen." Zhao Zhu got up and opened the door to their private room, walking out.

  Zhu Jianping and Xiong Zhiqi also followed out together, the three of them turned a corner and arrived at the kitchen of Chuan Jin Lou. The chefs in the kitchen were busy to the extreme, probably also because business was too good.

  "Who brought Ox Tears?" Zhao Zhu asked the person beside him.

  "No cow tears, but I brought talismans." Xiong Zhiqi took out two talismans and lit them on fire with a lighter. He grasped the ashes in his hand, then picked up a beer bottle from the nearby shelf, poured the ashes into the beer, took a sip himself, and handed it to Zhu Jianping and Zhao Zhu.

  Originally, there were several waiters who looked at Zhao Zhu and the others with strange eyes, but soon they were controlled by Zhu Jianping's spiritual power, making them ignore what was happening in front of them and leave to busy themselves.

  Zhu Jianping took a sip and handed it to Zhao Zhu, who also took a sip. The taste was not good, very sour and astringent. After swallowing, his eyes immediately felt heavy, and things looked darker. However, when he looked at the kitchen again, Zhao Zhu discovered something different from before.

  In the kitchen side room, it is a place to kill chickens. This Chuan Jin Lou business is very good, so every day needs a large number of live chickens, and here are all live chickens slaughtered on site, which means giving customers a fresh feeling. So here, hundreds of chickens will be slaughtered every day.

  In Zhao Zhu's line of sight, in that slaughterhouse, there were about a dozen ghosts crouching in front of the chicken blood, greedily licking it up. They were enjoying themselves and were insatiable. One by one, they had almost sucked out faint wisps of red light from their bodies, which was an omen of ghostly possession.

  "It's impossible, just drinking a little chicken blood, how can it become poisonous?"

  Xiong Zhiqi murmured.

  "Look over there, take a closer look, in that kitchen there are seventeen or eighteen chefs, but actually only half of them are really working. The other half... are dead people who still think they're alive and are helping out with the work inside. This restaurant's kitchen is a place where the living and the dead are mixed together, a yin-yang room!" Zhu Jianping said, his face growing increasingly somber.

  When the chicken dish was done, one of the chefs buried his entire face in the chicken, as if stirring something. The chicken wouldn't move, because the chef was a dead man, a ghost, and naturally couldn't touch food. But soon, when the chef lifted his face, his mouth began to grow larger, gradually growing so large that it almost tore his face apart, unable to reach an arc degree. A woman's face slid out of the chef's mouth and fell into the chicken dish. This face was exactly the same as the woman's face Zhao Zhu and others had seen before.

  "Ugh... how disgusting." Xiong Zhiqi patted his chest.

  "This is a big deal, using ghosts to lay eggs, unheard of. Zhu Jianping pointed at the ghost chef and said: "The things he spits out are Gu shadows, whoever eats them will be parasitized by the Gu shadow, and have their yang energy or yang lifespan extracted, this is a very sinister Gu."

  "Who exactly is doing this here?"

  Behind the ghost is naturally human.

  "It's unclear, shouldn't be someone from our group, after all, we're the only ones active in SZ city, and a few others are just passing by. This Chuan Jin Lou has been open for years." Zhu Jianping snapped his fingers, and a spiritual storm condensed in front of him. "But who cares? I'll use this spiritual storm to scatter the ghosts in this kitchen, let's see if that old boss behind dares not to show up!"