Tang Ning wanted to put on a smile to respond to his teammates' enthusiastic response at the table, but his facial expression control ability was out of control and he laughed.
"Tell me about your situation first." Tang Ning sat down at the dining table.
"We encountered twelve monsters last night!" Jiang Mianmian's tone sounded a little excited, as if an actor in a stage play was performing hard for the audience: "Twelve in total! Oh my God!!! I thought we would be wiped out..."
Tang Ning's heart sank. He knew he had forgotten something. Last night he thought five players were fighting against seven ghosts, but he forgot that the Duke had his servants open fifty rooms during the day. The extra five ghosts should be the price for opening the doors during the day.
Has the whole army been wiped out
Tang Ning looked at Christine. Christine was the first one to greet him. This was actually very unusual because he and Christine did not have a very good relationship.
Cards that pass through the void can cause you to be polluted.
Tangning looked at Jikong, "Master Jikong?"
Jikong had his eyes closed, his hands clasped together, and was still chanting scriptures softly, as if he was paying attention to the turmoil in the outside world. Tang Ning remembered that when Jikong was burned by the fire of the soul, he was chanting scriptures continuously.
"The Jikong Shen was polluted last night." Christine said regretfully.
Very good. Tang Ning was not sure about Ji Kong's condition and could not believe what Christine said. If Lin Yun had been protected by Si Tai last night, Tang Ning would have doubted Lin Yun's condition now.
He did not stay in the restaurant for too long. Tang Ning took Lin Yun out of the castle and stood outside the castle, looking up at the spire.
The dazzling sunlight filled Tang Ning's eyes with tears. Tang Ning squinted her eyes and saw the empty spire in her blurry vision.
right.
Tang Ning's pupils shrank as he saw a white figure leaping down from the top of the tower.
Bang!
Everything was silent. Tang Ning's brain was dubbing the explosion sound for the painting he saw.
Xiang's blood dyed Tang Ning's vision red.
Tang Ning blinked blankly, tears fell from his eyes, and the strange vision disappeared. Tang Ning looked at the ground of the castle again, there was nothing on it, but Tang Ning knew that just now, his ghost fell down.
"Good day, High Priest." The Duke stood in the dark interior of the castle and greeted Tang Ning who was standing in the sun.
The sun outside was still warm, but Tang Ning could not feel much warmth from it.
"Good day, Duke." Tang Ning did not exchange pleasantries with the Duke. He asked the Duke to open the door again today, starting from the second floor.
While waiting for these NPCs to open the door, Duke Tangning inquired more about the forbidden area.
"The formation that the great priest set up in the forbidden area was extremely exquisite. This formation can not only seal the dark creatures, but also bless the light faction."
The Duke was like a fanboy. Every time he talked about the Great Priest, he would stop praising him. "I still remember the Great Priest standing in the center of the formation. His majestic figure enveloped by light was like a walking god."
Tangning's heart started beating fast when he heard this description. He said tentatively, "It seems that the Duke still remembers the original painting very clearly. It's a pity that such a painting has not been recorded."
"No painter can depict the grace of the great priest." The Duke shook his head and said, "Besides, the great priest at that time was as brilliant as the sun, and it was often impossible to glimpse his face."
This description seems like a mysterious existence.
Could it be that this mysterious being is the Priest of Light? But Tang Ningzhi guessed that the Priest of Light is a player.
If the other party was a real player, he would have left this copy after completing the task. Why would he continue to stay here
While Downing and the Duke were talking, all fifty rooms for the day had been opened.
Unfortunately, we still couldn't get on camera.
Tangning felt extremely upset.
On the fourth day of the dungeon, the mirror had not been found yet and more than half of the teammates had fallen. Although Li Haoyuan was afraid of the soul fire after being contaminated, he continued to help Tang Ning dispel the pollution.
But even if the pollution is dispelled during the day, the ghosts will attack again at night, so it would be in vain.
"Is the High Priest going to cook again today?" the Duke asked. He was interested in Tang Ning's cooking skills. The Duke felt that Tang Ning was a little anxious at the moment compared to the past few days. He was far from being calm and confident when he was still picking and choosing the food, clothing, housing and transportation in the castle. It was as if he had encountered a difficult problem.
Rather than asking Tangning if she wanted to cook, it would be more accurate to say that the Duke wanted to test whether he had made a mistake in judging Tangning's mood.
Tang Ning wanted to reject the idea outright, but an idea suddenly popped into his mind.
To please the mysterious existence in the forbidden land was what he had intended to do today, but Tang Ning was now somewhat suspicious of the mysterious existence, the Priest of Light.
Tang Ningzhi learned from the Duke that a priest of light pays attention to his appetite. If he is particular about food, he will spend time cooking for himself. The Duke also said that Tang Ning's cooking skills seem to be inherited from the priest of light. So he wants...
Prepare a table of food and send it to the forbidden area
It seems, okay
Tang Ning looked at the Duke and asked, "What kind of food does the priest like to eat?"
Although the Duke knew why Tangning suddenly asked this, as a fan of the priest, he could name a few, "He has made meatball soup, grilled fish, stir-fried venison..."
If one can still remember what dishes his idol has eaten even after decades, it can be said that he loves his idol deeply.
After listening to this, Tang Ning realized that she had asked this question.
Tang Ning can cook all the dishes that he has prepared for the Priest of Light.
Tang Ning can only cook a few dishes, and the more difficult ones are fish soup and braised pork.
"What is the High Priest going to do today?" the Duke asked curiously.
Tangning looked mysterious.
He was thinking about a problem. If the unfamiliar fish in the copy world were used to make fish soup, the effect would be strange.
"... I want to see what kind of fish you have here first." Tangning said.
He spent a lot of time, under the guidance of the Duke, finding seven or eight kinds of fish he had never seen before. Some of the fish were very beautiful, like fairy fish wearing pink gauze skirts, but they were too beautiful to make people want to eat them. Some of the fish were extremely ugly, with bulges on their bodies like pustules...
Tangning knew what kind of fish to make soup with, so he simply cooked seven or eight pots at once. He bet that one of them would be drinkable. When he checked each pot, he had the illusion that he was stewing magic potion.
After the fish was cooked, the whole soup turned blue-green, which was really weird!
Why does it feel like there's a weird light coming out of this fish's eyes
Help! Why are there only bones left of this fish? Has all the fish meat melted into the soup?!
…
Tang Ning originally wanted to taste each of his dishes himself, but after seeing his finished products, Tang Ning began to worry that he might not have died from a ghost attack, but from food poisoning instead.
But the Duke who was standing next to him knew everything. He even flattered him, saying, "Shame on you, priest! The dishes you cook are so different from others!"
Try this pot. "He" who had been silent for a long time suddenly suggested.
When "he" was talking, Tang Ning had just finished cooking the soup in the pot where all the fish meat had melted and only the fish bones were left.
Why? Tangning asked. He remembered that "he" could cook.
This fish is called Apeneesca, a very rare species in this world. "He" said: High-end ingredients are strictly limited in cooking methods.
This pot of fish soup does look the most normal, milky white, with a very fresh and fragrant aroma in the hot steam.
Tangning tentatively scooped up a spoonful and took a small sip, her eyes widening in surprise.
This fish soup tastes even better than what Tangning makes in real life.
What does it smell like? "He" asked with great interest.
Did you taste it? Tangning asked.
"If you give me control of your body, I can taste it," he said.
Tangning thought about it and refused. Now that he knew what "he" was up to, how could he safely hand over control of his body
The rejected "he" sighed softly. Yesterday he could take me to eat meat, and today he even gave me soup.
Tangning put on a stern face and pretended that she hadn't heard anything. She then cooked another dish of braised pork. By the time these two dishes were finished, it was already dark.
Tang Ning packed the two dishes into a lunch box and set off with the Duke, the butler, and Lin Yun.
The Duke asked cheerfully, "Did you bring your own supper, Priest?"
Tangning hummed.
"If only I could taste the flavor of human food." The Duke recalled, "I almost forgot the ups and downs I tasted when I was human."
At the same time, Tang Ning heard "his" voice. I haven't tasted the fish soup in my memory for a long time.
Tangning blinked.
If "he" has no physical body, he does taste the food.
Thinking about it this way, it's still pitiful.
Tang Ning frowned immediately after realizing that he felt sorry for "him". Now, "he" was most likely the biggest threat to him in this dungeon, so why was he being so soft-hearted
"I want to drink fish soup," he said confidently, as if he had not remembered that Tangning had cruelly rejected him so long ago.
Yes, this fish soup has a mysterious existence and is forbidden. Tangning refused mercilessly.
In fact, the more important reason is that he may give the control of the body to "him".
I will give you back the control of my body after I finish drinking it, he said.
Tang Ning believed his assurances. This guy had tricked him into a loop. God had no idea what his intentions were now.
If I want to occupy your body, I will give it back to you after a few times.
Tangning frowned.
Alas. "He" said faintly: I have given you so many things, but my position in your heart is even lower than that of a random man who gives you flowers.
Tang Ning defended himself in a low voice: Yes, he could very well be my king.
Can you only drink soup if you are a king? “He” said: I will be the king.
Tangning: “…?”