Those two Japanese onmyoji did not care about any of that in the slightest.
They were disgustingly perverse.
One of them took a spoonful and savored it in his mouth. "Yoshi, Shanshan-kun! How does it taste?"
"Oishii!"
As he spoke, he kept giving a thumbs-up.
Those two sick bastards—if we hadn't come here on a mission, I would have taken them out myself.
Xiao Yu and I continued forward.
Before long, we found another white jade Taotie on this level, identical to the one on the floor below.
"Xiao Yu, is this also a source of energy?"
Xiao Yu glanced at it and nodded slightly. "Destroy this Taotie stone statue, and this level should be destroyed as well."
Hearing that, I quietly committed it to memory.
Once the fighting began, we would destroy this place first...
After that, we continued onward.
The truly twisted ways of eating were at the very end.
This place not only offered the finest food and wine, but also all sorts of sick methods of dining.
At the end were private rooms, and all we could see were brief descriptions on the walls.
"Private room for cooking living people..."
"Private room for self-cooking..."
It was hard to imagine what kind of guests would enter these private rooms to indulge themselves.
What kind of freaks were these?
The exchange time listed above was also quite high.
One cooking session cost a horrifying three hundred hours of lifespan...
Yet waves of screams and excited, savage laughter constantly drifted out from those private rooms.
Xiao Yu and I did not linger. This sick floor was already making me nauseous.
Master, Daoist Qingshan, and the others maintained a certain distance from us, positioned around us on both sides.
As we passed through the corridor and prepared to head up