What surprised Bick was that the bald monster really did take out some food that sent Father Wu Tai into raptures...
"Delicious! Delicious! I've never eaten meat this good!"
Earth Dwellers were unconcerned with decorum. Using both hands, Father Wu Tai devoured the food. Seeing how happy he was, Bald Handsome Guy wore a look of compassion. "This is the ancestral craft of a friend surnamed Guan whom I once knew. The offal from his family's cattle was the most delicious."
Bick was stunned. He had even forgotten that when this thing was taken out, it had still been steaming hot... as if it had just been cooked.
It could not help eating some itself. As it turned out, the flavor really was quite good.
Before long, Father Wu Tai had polished off the entire huge pot of beef offal. Rubbing his belly, which had grown a full size larger, he sighed, "Even if I died right now, I would die satisfied."
That was Father Wu Tai's catchphrase. Did he really want to die like this?
"If you want to die that badly, then go back," Bick said with a cold laugh.
"No, I'm not going back! I'm not going back!" Father Wu Tai shuddered and curled up. He had not felt much before, but after filling his stomach and recalling what had happened earlier, cold sweat broke out all over his body.
He had no idea what had happened to him. At the time, he had been so feverish and passionate that he had almost wished to be the one sent onto the platform for execution. He had desperately wanted to offer everything he had to the Demonic Cult.
"I don't know what the Demonic Cult wants to do." Bick frowned. "Old Dad, those Demonic Cult masters clearly see