790 Kill My Brother… Youll Be Buried With Him! (1/2)

Yan Cheng's heart shivered, and his entire body shuddered in fear.

That restaurant had imposed such a pressure on him, causing his entire body to tense up. He himself did not know why he felt this way.

Was it because of the iron puppet that had smashed his guards to smithereens using its stick?

Sizing up the restaurant together with the young man, who stood at its entrance with his hands clasped, Yan Cheng inhaled a deep breath.

That restaurant… There was definitely something strange about it.

Seeing that they had just arrived at the Valley of Gluttony, they had not obtained any information or intelligence about the area. As such, they did not know the story behind that particular restaurant.

Yan Cheng did not dare to act rashly. However, having lost two of his guards, he was enraged. There was no way he would back off easily.

His eyes fell on Mu Cheng, who was picking herself up from the ground. Mu Cheng felt the former's sharp gaze. Without a word, she got on her feet and promptly ran inside the Taotie Restaurant.

Shortly after, not even a speck of her shadow could be seen.

Yan Cheng's eyes became even colder.

His body continued to emanate a horrid stench. Despite this, as it had already been a while, he had gradually gotten used to the reeking smell.

”Mu Cheng surely knew something,” Yan Cheng thought. He must capture that woman.

Since what stood in front of him was a restaurant, he should probably order a few dishes first.

The tense and ominous atmosphere dispersed in a blink of an eye.

Yan Cheng gazed at Bu Fang. A smile quickly appeared on his face as he strode toward him.

”You must be the owner of this restaurant. Since the restaurant is open now, it's definitely open for business, right? If so, may I go in?” Yan Cheng asked with a smile on his face.

Bu Fang was slightly bewildered. He glared at Yan Cheng, the corners of his mouth twitching.

”Nope,” replied Bu Fang.

No?

Yan Cheng was confused, as were the guards behind him.

A hot-tempered guard in his troop directed his aura at Bu Fang, coldly staring at him. It seemed as though he would make a move as soon as he heard an answer he did not like.

However, Yan Cheng stopped him in his tracks. Before Yan Cheng understood what was going on with the restaurant and that young man's identity, he would not dare to act recklessly.

”Why not? The restaurant is open for business, isn't it?” Yan Cheng shot Bu Fang a quizzical look.

If Bu Fang really wanted to protect that woman, then Yan Cheng would attack right there and then, even if he was afraid of whatever may come of it.

Although this restaurant possessed a high degree of danger, as the idiomatic saying goes, one could find wealth amidst danger. If there wasn't any danger to urge and threaten people, how would they grow?

”You smell bad… Besides, my restaurant isn't open yet,” Bu Fang drawled as he took several steps back to his chair and sat down.

It was still closed?

However, the main point was that this fellow in front of them was disgusted by their disgusting smell?

They were indeed smelly. However, they had no solution either. They were extremely desperate to get rid of the smell as well.

Even after using their true energy, the stink and blood of the Deep Sea Smelly Sheatfish remained on their bodies. The same could be said if they used water.

All in all, the conclusion was that this stench would follow them for a very long time.

However, the person who had made them smell so disgustingly was the woman who had entered the restaurant!

”My restaurant is not yet open for business. Gentlemen, please leave… When we are open, you can come again.”

Bu Fang squinted his eyes as he basked his face under the warm sun.

His words had caused a tinge of brutality to emerge in Yan Cheng's eyes

Yan Cheng was the Great Commander of the Ancient Jade Holy Land at the Half Step Divine Spirit Realm. Yet, he was rejected several times for entering a simple restaurant.

People had always said that the Valley of Gluttony's chefs were proud and arrogant. Now, he knew it was not just a rumor.

What a shame that this sort of arrogance would simply be crushed to powder beneath his absolute might!

”What if I insist on getting in?”

Yan Cheng clenched his fist, his eyes swift and fierce as he spoke.

Insisting on getting in…

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth arched upward as he patted Whitey's belly. A rumbling sound filled the air.

Yan Cheng grinned before smirking, revealing pearly white teeth that contrasted with his black face.

”Perhaps you underestimate me. That's just a puppet, and it can't actually stop me…” said Yan Cheng.

Out of nowhere…

In the distance, a swaying figure walked towards them. He had his shirt open at his chest, exposing his white skin. His face was red as a tomato as he held a bamboo tube filled with wine, which he gulped from time to time.

Mo Liuji's mouth twitched. He felt that the Valley of Gluttony was indeed such a paradise. There were countless delicacies and good wines that enticed one's appetite, making everyone a glutton. All of them could eat a whole lot before feeling satisfied.

Mo Liuji was almost lost amidst the crowd of tender and delicious food.

However, as luck would have it, he still had a little consciousness remaining within him, reminding him of his purpose for visiting the Valley of Gluttony. Thus, every single day, he would visit Bu Fang without fail, chatting with him for a while each time.

He had planned to take Bu Fang back to the Heavenly Secret Holy Land.

After all, Bu Fang was the demon of the Saintess's heart. Since Granny Mo had wanted him to fulfill this mission, he definitely had to try his best to achieve it.

Mo Liuji?

Naturally, Yan Cheng recognized Mo Liuji. He was the talented and unconventional member of the Heavenly Secret Holy Land. Not only was he incredibly competent, but he also understood the astronomical deduction technique of the Heavenly Secret Holy Land.

He was the sort of existence who was basically a prophet.

The experts from the other holy lands were highly cautious and fearful of those from the Heavenly Secret Holy Land. Since those people knew the art of deduction, God knew if the experts of the Heavenly Secret Holy Land would sell them for a good price!

Yan Cheng's intelligence had mentioned Mo Liuji, but to think that he would actually show up here…

As soon as Mo Liuji arrived, he routinely pulled a chair, sitting next to Bu Fang with the liquor in his hand. His languid eyes narrowed as he turned his head to look at Bu Fang.