Chili Pepper Demon Den

717 Chili Pepper Demon Den

Zhang Xi had been kidnapped to this godforsaken place, and his days had passed in a daze. Counting on his fingers, it had probably been eleven or twelve days—or perhaps thirteen or fourteen. In any case, this wretched place was shrouded in gray mist in every direction, with no distinction between day and night.

As for meals, the two mighty beings had indeed arranged them for him, but the taste was truly indescribable.

The one who brought him food every day was an extraterrestrial demon. Zhang Xi privately called it the Chili Pepper Demon King for the time being. Why did he call it that?

Because every meal he ate consisted entirely of various kinds of chili peppers—green peppers, bell peppers, and mutant peppers. The most common dish was stir-fried pork with green peppers. The green peppers had grown from the Chili Pepper Demon King's body, and the slices of meat had been cut from it as well. Just thinking about it made his stomach turn.

Zhang Xi had barely felt well these past few days, remaining in a constant state of poisoning.

His lips had turned purple, like mutant eggplants, and swollen to an alarming degree—and that was considered mild. Bloody diarrhea, vomiting, hair loss, and the gradual rotting of everything from his throat to his intestines: he had experienced every one of those symptoms in turn. Whenever he felt he was about to die, that merciful immortal would casually cast a spell and restore his condition to full.

That day, Zhang Xi was lying on the ground in a daze when the Chili Pepper Demon King came wobbling over with another plate of stir-fried pork with green peppers. "Kid, time to eat!" Its shrill voice was irritating just to hear.

To these extraterrestrial