574 The Grave of Knives Appears, The Inheritance Opens (1/2)

A headless chef?!

What in the world was this headless chef…

Looking at the headless chef who was holding a kitchen knife in one hand, a ladle in the other and rushing toward him while sobbing, Bu Fang's scalp became numb.

In this strange great city without a single soul, a headless chef suddenly jumped out.

Who wouldn't jump in fright?

Even if it was the calm-headed Bu Fang, he was also a little flustered. However, Bu Fang had a strong state of mind. Although the appearance of that chef was scary, after experiencing the initial panic, he began to calm down.

Green smoke revolved around his hand, and the Black Turtle Constellation Wok appeared. Pouring his true energy into the wok, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok instantly let out a golden light.

”Begone!”

A loud ”Dong!” resounded.

The Black Turtle Constellation Wok moved with a whistling sound and the air seemed to be smashed apart at that instant. The fog was scattered by the gale that was stirred up; the headless chef was directly smacked by the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and was sent flying high into the sky. He landed on the ground a distance away with a loud thud.

Bu Fang sucked in a deep breath and the golden light on the black wok started scattering. He held the Black Turtle Constellation Wok as he walked toward the headless chef.

The headless chef seemed to have been smashed dead by Bu Fang's wok as he had collapsed into the ground without moving a muscle.

Bu Fang was still holding the wok as he stood in front of the headless chef. However, he frowned.

In the next instant, that collapsed headless chef that was not moving suddenly leaped upwards. The sharp edge of the kitchen knife sliced toward Bu Fang. The knife light gleamed and seemed to be hiding a trace of a mysterious cutting technique within.

Slam!

Bu Fang expressionlessly swung his wok down again, and the headless chef was once again smashed into the ground.

”What is this plaything?” Bu Fang stared at the headless chef and muttered a sentence.

In the next instant, that chef jumped up once again. Swinging his kitchen knife, he chopped it down toward Bu Fang.

Bu Fang once again swung his wok without mercy; this chef was once again sent to the ground. This scene repeated a few times until the chef eventually stopped moving.

Bu Fang squatted down as he retrieved the kitchen knife from the chef. He raised his eyebrows suddenly. Once he held onto this kitchen knife, he felt a wave of gloomy energy trying to enter his body.

This kitchen knife was a little demonic.

This headless chef... Where did it come out from? Why was there a chef in that great city? Why didn't this chef have a head?

Bu Fang's head was filled with curiosity. However, he did not ask anything to this headless chef as he knew that it would probably not be able to speak.

Bu Fang stood up and that headless chef's figure also began to harden. In that instant, it became yellow sand that covered a piece of the ground. With a gust of wind, it was scattered everywhere.

Just like that, the headless chef had vanished.

The kitchen knife in Bu Fang's hand also became gravel, falling down to the ground.

Beside Bu Fang's ears, the sound of sobbing became louder and louder; silhouettes of headless figures appeared from the huge fog enveloping the surroundings.

He felt that he was surrounded by a group of headless chefs…

This great city actually had an army of headless chefs? Was this a joke?

Bu Fang sucked in a deep breath. Storing his Black Turtle Constellation Wok, he pulled out the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife. Fusing his true energy into the knife, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife instantly shone with a golden radiance, and its brilliance spread everywhere. Holding the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, Bu Fang's domineering gaze surveyed his surroundings. He looked at the figures of the headless chefs which appeared in his field of vision.

These headless chef's appearances were basically the same; one hand holding a kitchen knife, the other a ladle. Furthermore, the chef outfit that they wore was dirty, exuding a strange energy.

Then, these headless chefs surrounded him.

Bu Fang's heart was calm beyond compare. When he waved his Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, it whistled in the air. A wave of domineering energy spread out from Bu Fang's body.

Overlord Thirteen Blades, advancing courageously.

This was a battle between chefs.

”Come.” Bu Fang lightly spat out a single word.

Just like that, in the next instant, he was stunned. It was because once Bu Fang waved the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, all the headless chefs froze for a while before starting their retreat. They hid into the fog and vanished.

Hmm? What was going on?

Why were these chefs running away without a fight? Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. In the next moment, the fog parted, revealing a serene and hidden passage.

Bu Fang pulled the corner of his mouth and was fearless. Bringing Whitey along, he walked into the hidden passage. A man and a puppet's figure then quickly vanished within the passage.

With their departure, the fog also slowly converged once again. The entire great city was once again enveloped within the dense fog.

As they walked ahead, the fog became thinner and thinner. Very quickly, Bu Fang and Whitey stopped. Bu Fang realized that there was no more road in front of him; there was only a tall building with entrances.

There were no gates… Bu Fang froze. Walking around this tall building, he realized that the building was completely sealed.

Whitey's purple eyes flashed. Walking in front of the building, its huge palm-leaf shaped hands rose and a fist landed on that building. A blast resounded and the entire building started to sway. However, the wall didn't break.

Just one blow from Whitey was not enough to open up a whole on the walls of the building.

This building was so strong!

Bu Fang thought for a bit before he tapped Whitey's plump stomach. ”Whitey, give it a few more blows,” he said to it in a bland voice.

Whitey nodded its head as it continuously threw punches at that building. Sounds of banging constantly rang out.

Shrimpy lay on Bu Fang's shoulder as it stared at Whitey, which was punching the building tirelessly. Its round eyes stared at Whitey without any distractions.