"There has been no movement after so long. He is not dead, right?" The doll became nervous.

When facing Jiang Ye, he knew that he could not beat him, but when facing the ghost baby, he felt that he could not beat him. He even had no courage to escape, for fear of being eaten by a mouthful of tiny fanged ghost baby, so he sat quietly in his seat in the past ten minutes.

The cold sweat from the top of his head made him shrink.

He glanced at the ghost baby sitting on the table watching children's books, and the doll squinted slightly.

Although it seemed that he could not beat the ghost baby, the IQ of the ghost baby seemed to be not very good. When his eyes turned, he wondered if he could find a chance to escape.

"Bit."

The crisp sound of footsteps rang in the corridor.

"Gudu." The doll suddenly widened her eyes and swallowed quietly.

"Hey, is your brother back? Do you want to go and have a look?" The doll worked hard to fool the ghost baby, and the expression on the doll's face could be vividly expressed.

The ghost baby looked back at the doll, then looked at the gate.

"Click."

The door lock suddenly turned and a figure appeared at the door of Class 1 and 3.

"It's time for us to leave." Jiang Ye looked at Guiying with a smile and opened her hands.

"Wow." The ghost baby ran towards Jiang Ye quickly and climbed along Jiang Ye's arm to his shoulder.

"Your method is good, I'll spare your life." Jiang Ye turned around and wanted to leave Class 1, 3, high school.

After pausing for less than a second, the doll stood up and said, "Wait, I want to go with you too, okay?"

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Jiang Ye paused, and his head did not turn around, and he replied calmly: "I refuse, you are too weak."

Jiang Ye walked along the corridor without stopping, and his figure gradually turned into illusion in the faint mist of the corridor.

The doll was stunned for a moment, then staggered two steps to chase after the door of Class 1 and 3 of high school, watching Jiang Ye walk to the end of the corridor and finally disappear at the steps of the stairs.

"Too weak...?" The doll lowered his head in disappointment and stared at the floor in a daze.

His face was reflected on the smooth floor.

It was a numb face that would not be painful. Although it looked very much like a real person, you could still tell that it was a doll after careful observation.

Jiang Ye did not look back.

The doll was able to spare his life by him because the doll provided value to Jiang Ye, but this does not mean that he could follow him.

The reference value is different.

Jiang Ye only defines his sermon one thing, which is ability.

What's the use of such a weak ghost following him?

Not only are there no way to deal with players who are here to guide nodes, but they also cannot grow up quickly. Can they serve as mascots?

If you want a mascot, why not make some cute ones but ask him?

In other words, he doesn't even have the qualification to be a mascot.

Of course, being able to propose following is the freedom of a doll, and Jiang Ye does not like to interfere with the freedom of others. Similarly, rejection is also Jiang Ye's freedom.

It is unfair for both parties to follow his side.

After walking out of the teaching building No. 2, Jiang Ye took out the drawing from his backpack and made a fork with the signature pen again. Three of the five corners had been made with fork.

Jiang Ye put away the map and smiled on his face: "There are two left. You haven't shown up until now. I just don't know what medicine is sold in your gourd, Xia Ya."

With two left, Jiang Ye felt that his strength had been compressed by at least 30%, and now he could only exert 70% of his strength at most.

Jiang Ye walked towards the fourth corner according to the map.

"canteen?"

Jiang Ye's expression was a little weird when standing at the entrance of the canteen. They were too self-conscious and they actually needed Jiang Ye to come to the canteen to have a meal.

Of course, Jiang Ye is not against this form. As an elegant butcher, although Jiang Ye can eat at any time, there will be no problem if he can eat formally.

"Sorry, classmate, I'm not dressed in an untidy manner." A ghost reached out to stop Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye smiled: "What is the tidy dress?"

"At least you need napkins and tableware." The ghost continued.

"I have it." Jiang Ye took out two white napkins from his backpack, and also took out chopsticks, spoons, knife and fork, tweezers...

The plastic box contains Jiang Ye’s usual lunch tools. Of course, Jiang Ye usually only uses the first layer of tableware: “Chopsticks”

"Please come in, Chef Mank O'Lian is waiting for you."

"I think I can have a dessert before meals first." Jiang Ye said with a smile on his face as he stared at the ghost who was letting go.

"Dessert? Sir, we don't offer desserts."

The ghost saw Jiang Ye's gaze and seemed to react suddenly, then looked at the ghost baby with a tiny mouth open on Jiang Ye's shoulder and exposed a tiny fang.

...

After pushing open the canteen door, Jiang Ye carefully wiped Guiying's mouth. Fortunately, Jiang Ye tied the napkin around Guiying's neck just now, otherwise he would have to eat everywhere.

The cafeteria was brightly lit, and the air was filled with a faint smell of broth.

Jiang Ye walked to the dining table with the ghost baby.

The dining table is characteristic, facing the spacious kitchen directly. Of course, it is impossible to see the kitchen clearly at a glance, and it is blocked by the partition.

"Welcome, I'm Mank O'Lian, today's chef. I hope you can enjoy today's dishes." The pig-head butcher standing at the other end of the dining table nodded and signaled.

The other party's voice was very heavy, and it sounded like a sputum in his throat with a headscarf.

Hoarse and heavy.

"Hello, I'm a diner." Jiang Ye nodded and arranged for the ghost baby to sit in the seat on the other side.

It was the first time Jiang Ye saw this pig-head butcher. The other party was carrying a fat pig-head. No, it would be better to say that the pig-head is his head. His tall body is at least two meters above. Even if he sits in the seat, he looks like a mountain of meat.

Jiang Ye's human form and the other person's body shape are like a slight witch.

A rubber apron is worn on her strong body. The rubber gloves look spotless, forming a sharp contrast with the skin on her body. They have red skin with blood spots and a few long nails on her shoulders.

Jiang Ye felt a feeling of intimacy inexplicably. After all, both of them were butchers, and they were both large butchers, so there was inevitably a feeling of a fellow villager thinking about him when he saw him.

"Interesting, humans actually carry ghost babies." Mank O'Lean looked at the ghost babies sitting quietly in the seat, with an abnormal look flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Ye smiled and said, "This is my son."

"Your son is cute," Mank O'Lian said with a nod.

"I didn't expect you to be ugly, but you are quite good at talking."

"Okay, if you have any good wine and food, come and come here."

The pig-head butcher didn't say much, but turned around and returned to the kitchen. After a while, he brought two bowls of broth back to the table.

"There is one bowl of this broth that is normal pork soup, and the other bowl is human broth. Those who drink normal broth can leave." The pig-head butcher looked at Jiang Ye calmly, and said as he placed two bowls of broth in front of Jiang Ye and Guiying.

"Can he drink too? He doesn't seem to be human." Jiang Ye pointed to the ghost baby, then looked at the pig-head butcher and said in surprise.

The pig-head butcher frowned. It was the first time he had seen this situation. It was not a single player game, but now there is only one person sitting here. How should this game be carried out?

The pig-head butcher pushed both bowls of broth in front of Jiang Ye without saying a word: "Please choose a bowl, drink it right and leave it, and leave it as an ingredient if it is wrong."

Jiang Ye smiled and his eyes wandered over two bowls of broth.

He smelled the same, and it was all the same as pork, without any other odor. The grease on it was floating with some scallion coriander.

"Sorry, if I don't eat coriander, can I change it to two bowls?"

"Yes." The pig-head butcher nodded and took the two bowls of broth in front back to the kitchen. In a short while, two bowls were served.

These two bowls are completely the bottom of the soup pot, not to mention coriander, there are not even chopped green onion, and of course there are no meat pieces. It is very pure two bowls of soup.

The cook's cooking technique is also very good. Although it is clear soup, it is impossible to see the bottom at a glance, which means that the other party has completely incorporated the essence of the meat into the soup.

"The level is indeed very high." Jiang Ye smacked his tongue.

If you have this ability, you will have no problem even if you are a chef.

Jiang Ye approached and sniffed.

The ghost baby opened his mouth and wanted to drink the bowl close to him.

"Didn't you tell you that you can't eat randomly?" Jiang Ye accidentally knocked over the soup bowl in front of him.

Then Jiang Ye looked at the pig-headed butcher with an apology and said, "Sorry, this one has been knocked over."

"It's okay." The pig-head butcher shook his head, took out a rag from the side and wiped it clean, then took two bowls of bowls and went into the kitchen. In a short while, he appeared on the table with two bowls of brand new broth.

Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly.

The other party did not get in, and he would not complain about Jiang Ye's unreasonable request. He meticulously carried out the behavior of letting Jiang Ye drink the broth.

Looking at the butcher Jiang Ye who appeared again, pursed his lips. To be honest, he didn't want to drink a sip. It would be fine if he didn't drink this kind of thing, but once he got it, he would disgusted himself.

"Struggle is useless. You can only end it after drinking the broth. This is the rule of the game, this is Wujian's struggle." The pig-head butcher seemed to see Jiang Ye's thoughts. He just shook his head calmly and didn't say much.

The two bowls of meat in front of me had nothing, and the body didn't even have oil foam, just two bowls of milky white meat soup.

It exudes a faint fragrance and a steaming white mist.

Opposite the broth is a butcher with a huge pig's head.
Chapter completed!