The Ghost Chef's Curse

"You said there was an evil spirit wandering that corridor."

"Was it dressed like a chef and carrying a blood-dripping cleaver?"

Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes and looked at the prisoner.

"You mean the Ghost Chef? It usually stays in the kitchen and rarely leaves. When it appears in the corridor, it's generally because there aren't enough ingredients." The prisoner spoke slowly.

"Ingredients?"

"That's right. But there's no need to worry. They're under some kind of restriction and can't leave the corridor. So they rely on modified humans like us to catch ingredients for them."

"It's probably getting anxious because no one has delivered anything in a long time, so it came out to take a look."

As the prisoner spoke, he actually began to laugh.

The Old Woman beside him, her face filled with spite, spoke up as well. "I advise you to let us go."

"Although the evil spirit can't leave the corridor, that doesn't mean it can't deal with you. If you kill us or take us away, the corridor's curse will follow you wherever you go."

"A curse?" Jiang Qiao gave her an ambiguous smile but did not bother responding.

"Is there a kitchen in this corridor too?" he continued questioning the prisoner.

Who knew what this fellow was plotting? He answered practically every question. If he didn't know the answer, he would say so.

He seemed extremely sincere.

But Jiang Qiao wasn't a fool. Of course he knew that this absolutely didn't mean the man had given up and decided to lie flat.

He was probably plotting something in secret.

But it didn't matter.

The vast disparity in strength could sometimes not be made up for by so-called schemes.

Even if that so-called Ghost Chef in the corridor could enter the real world, what could