"Do you want to continue watching?" Isfiel asked.
Seeing the sexy witches coming and going, and their undisguised seduction of Isfiel, Feixia shook his head happily and said, "Let's go to the third floor."
Isfiel picked him up and flew into the sky.
"By the way, where's the wine?" He touched his sleeve.
"Sent back to Noah's Ark."
Feixia said, "Remember to put it where Jin can't find it." The attraction of wine to Jin is like flowers to bees, and beautiful women to satyrs.
Isfiel said: "I put it in his wine cellar."
Feixia said: "This is the legend, the most dangerous place is the safest place?"
"The temperature in his cellar is perfect for wine," Isfiel said.
…
It was he who took the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.
Feisha Feisha repented.
"I put it in a hidden position."
"… "
The third layer is already in sight, but when I see the first layer and the second layer, it is the vision that is impacted, and the third layer is impacted by the sense of taste.
Shi Feixia sniffed the aromas of various delicacies in the air hard, swallowing saliva in his throat.
"The main thing on the third floor is..."
"Food!" Shi Feixia's eyes were completely attracted by the increasingly clear variety of food stalls. The boiling aroma directly followed the various pipes of the body and turned the internal organs upside down.
As soon as he hit the ground, he went straight to a small shop in the square where the pot was steaming hot.
The main color of orange made his appetite even more extreme, so that he selectively ignored the tall man with a bull's head standing in the shop.
The tauren looked at him, then stretched out his five-fingered hand and said, "What do you want to eat?"
…
Thank God he speaks Chinese, not moo moo.
Feixia was moved and said, "Give me something to eat."
The tauren expression immediately became less friendly. Although it was difficult to see such a change from his bull face, Shi Feixia could still feel the fluctuation of the surrounding airflow.
"Are you a vagabond?" The tauren stared at him.
Feixia's eyes widened, "Huh?" What is a vagabond? Anyone without a hell pass? Then he seems to be.
Isfiel brushed his hand over his shoulder and dropped a gold coin.
The tauren's face immediately softened and said, "Then some winter melon polenta? Or winter melon sago? Or winter melon and banana milk?"
"..." Feixia asked seriously, "Is there one without winter melon?"
The tauren's face began to change color again, "What are you doing here without eating winter melon?"
Feixia was at a loss.
Isfiel said: "This shop is called the Winter Melon Shop."
…
So the twisting and twisting on the orange sign just now is not the unique pattern of hell, but the words of hell
Shi Feixia took two bowls of winter melon and polenta porridge in embarrassment, then stretched out his hand and said, "Look for money." He didn't believe that one gold coin could only sell these two bowls.
The tauren was unwilling to break the gold coin in half and give him back half.
Feixia Feixia: "..." This is really a labor-saving way to find money without fear of fake money.
The third floor is very large, the road is long, there are many shops, and Isfiel is very generous. The consequences of this series of antecedents are... Feixia is very supportive.
"I want to go to... the bathroom. Vomit..." He felt the food rushing up and down his throat, as if it would overflow if he moved a little. He decided to pour them before they rippling!
Isfiel frowned, "Is it hard?"
"Well." Poor him, he didn't even dare to nod his head too hard.
Isfiel's fingers massaged gently up and down his neck.
The feeling in the whole body was instantly transferred from the throat to the outside of the throat. The small particles on the skin trembled one by one, and he felt a warm fire rising in his lower abdomen.
咻-bu!
Huge fireworks exploded in the dark sky.
Before Shi Feixia went on fire, he quickly turned his attention and said, "Fireworks!"
Isfiel glanced at it and said, "It should be the start of the game."
"Game? What game?"
"Eating competition." Isfiel said, "Eat food competitions of various levels are held in the esophagus every day. Every time you win a competition, there will be a certain amount of money. You can receive a fixed salary and bonus every year.”
"What's the point of this kind of competition?" Feixia asked after thinking for a while.
Isfiel said: "The esophagus is under the name of Beelzebub. The crime of his depravity is - gluttony."
"...I understand the meaning and essence of it." It is to glorify and sublime the masochistic act of gluttony.
"Belzebub is the prime minister of hell, second only to Lucifer in power."
Feixia said, "Understood, I will make full use of the advantage of belly slander, and I will never say it out loud."
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The esophagus is in the center on the east side of the third floor.
The huge cake-shaped building is especially domineering in a low-level shop.
The pear-shaped door was open, and not many people came in and out, but cheers and applause kept coming from inside.
Inside the esophagus is a gourd-shaped lobby. Isfiel and Feisha walked in and learned that the cheers and cheers were coming from a large rooster-style tape recorder—obviously, it was a means of advertising. Feisha Feixia had a new understanding of the Prime Minister of Hell.
The recesses of the gourd guarded two giants not much smaller than the Titans. In front of them is a sheep demon with Erlang's legs crossed. He rested one hand on the strawberry-shaped round table, next to a small box like a steak, and inside the box was a large pile of gold coins.
Isfiel walked over, and the giant immediately stopped in front of him.
The Sheep Demon lazily pointed to the box, "Tickets are 1 gold coin over a thousand years old, and 100 gold coins under a thousand years old."
Shi Feixia exclaimed: "Why is it so expensive to be under 1,000 years old?" Shouldn't it be half the ticket
The sheep demon said: "Because Lord Beelzebub believes that this is not the place where children should come, but in order not to deprive them of their rights, Lord Beelzebub decided to use high prices to stop their progress. Of course, this great wisdom, And only our great Lord Beelzebub can think of it."
…
Feixia Feixia felt that this was not a question of deprivation of rights or not, but a question of outright discrimination.
Who among human beings has lived to be a thousand years old? Even if there was Adam and Eve in the past, and there will be him in the future, it is currently hollow! He seems to have forgotten that there are not many humans who are not dead who can travel to hell.
Isfiel dropped one hundred and one gold coins in the box without blinking an eye.
The sheep demon looked at the two of them, "Which one of you is under the age of 1,000?"
…
Can't you see it? If I knew it earlier, it wouldn't be so honest. That's one hundred gold coins!
He was still thinking about it until he and Isfiel walked into the arena. He didn't think about it after that, because he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.
On the square competition stage, four huge players each took their place, frantically stuffing beef into their mouths. Behind them were carts of beef and two goat devils. They were hunched over, trying to move the beef onto the stage, and even though they were moving fast, the beef was consuming faster.
Feixia felt that compared with the figures of these four players, the giants outside were definitely slender, and they were the kind of slender that was a little malnourished.
Under the competition stage is the audience seat, sitting in twos and threes. Judging from the strength of their cheering, it should be a group of relatives and friends.
"It doesn't seem to be very popular." As it is, anyone who sees such a scene will get anorexia. They don't call it eating at all, they call it filling, and they call it stuffing. Feixia didn't know if this was a waste of food or a waste of stomach.
"Because this is a low-level game." With a low voice, a middle-aged man in a black suit, white shirt and dark blue striped tie walked to their side. His hair is meticulously combed, and his facial features are straight. No matter from any angle, he is the image of a successful entrepreneur.
Isfiel didn't blink, "Beelzebub."
"Isfiel." Beelzebub held out his hand, "Welcome to hell."
Isfiel shook his hand lightly.
Beelzebub's eyes paused on the two clasped hands, and he turned away casually, "You wouldn't shake hands with me before."
Isfiel withdrew his hand without denying it.
Beelzebub stretched out his hand to the Flying Man of the Ten Stones again, "Welcome to hell."
Feixia quickly touched him and let go, "For humans, this kind of opening remarks is very scary."
Beelzebub said: "That's because the suppression of hell by heaven makes human beings have too much prejudice against hell. In fact, hell has no interest in slave human souls at all. Hell has its own army and people, and human beings have no interest in us. It's just a passerby."
Isfiel said: "Aren't the many modernizations in hell not the masterpieces of the human scientists detained in hell?"
Beelzebub said: "They are willing to stay. Compared with the chaotic human world, the rule of hell is more complete and unified. At least, no one here will question the authority of Lord Lucifer."
Isfiel said: "And yours."
Beelzebub said unmoved: "This is what it should be."
…
Is this the fallen angel who has fallen by gluttony
There are countless question marks floating in Feixia's mind, no matter how he looks at him, he feels more like a workaholic who eats regularly or eats one or two meals a day.
"If you're interested, why don't you go to the top floor and have a look. It just so happens that tonight there is a food expert challenge, you can bet or guess, and the prizes are huge." Beelzebub said, turned and walked in the direction of the elevator, as if Totally confident they will follow.
Isfiel and Feisha followed behind without saying a word. Anyway, I'm here for a trip. Of course, I don't watch this kind of good show for nothing.
The elevator doors are striped with peanut shells.
When the outer door is opened, you can see that the inner door is light red, like a layer of skin wrapped around peanuts, and the innermost elevator car is off-white, just like peanuts.
Feixia touched the elevator enviously, "If only Noah's Ark had it."
"That's impossible," Beelzebub said, "because that would establish a way to heaven at any time. That's not allowed by God."
Feixia said, "Can Noah's Ark really lead to heaven?"
"Of course. Metatron lives at the intersection there."
Feixia was surprised: "But I didn't see any stairs there?"
Beelzebub looked at him and said word by word: "You mean, you have been to the legendary floor closest to heaven and have seen Metatron?"