I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Qiuli felt a joy that she had never experienced before. Her breath circulated through her meridians. In the small space, the unbladed kitchen knife made a whistling sound, and the tables and chairs in the living room were scratched by the wind. There are white marks.

After playing a set of sword skills, Qiuli's forehead was covered with sweat, and the column of sword skills in her mind jumped suddenly, and it went up by one space, becoming 6.1.

Qiuli was overjoyed, it seemed that regular practice of saber skills could be strengthened.

At some point outside the window, the wind blew up, and the window "bang bang" sounded. She checked all the latches. The hot water was already cold. She pushed open the door and went to the kitchen to get water again.

The official residence was very quiet. I probably knew that the guests staying tonight were dignitaries, and even the servants became soft-spoken. Qiuli got water and walked back. Looking up, she saw the blue-black night sky tumbling with yellow light. This is someone fighting.

Qiu Li felt itchy to watch, but she also knew that in this kind of fighting between great powers, she would be courting death if she entered as a small shrimp.

It seemed to be raining at night.

Early the next morning, Qiuli woke up, and after washing up, there was a knock on the door.

Xianyuan's resounding voice sounded: "Qiuli, let's go and have breakfast."

This guy is positive about eating.

"Here we come." Qiuli opened the door, and suddenly saw "19%" hanging above his head, which was the spicy rice roll from yesterday. With a smile on her lips, Qiuli closed the door behind her backhand.

The ground is wet, and there was a lot of rain last night, but at this moment, the thin light of the morning has penetrated into the yard, illuminating the yard in spring, full of vitality.

"Brother Xianyuan, don't you do morning classes?"

"How can I be so particular about going outside, otherwise, why do I keep running outside!" Xianyuan smiled and scratched the roots of hair that had grown out on his bald head.

In the kitchen, there are usually servants who serve food and beverages to the guest rooms, but today it is full, and I don’t know when it will be my turn. Xianyuan knows the situation here very well, and by the way, she gave Qiu Li some science.

After breakfast, Xianyuan took her to the town to see the world.

Qiuli naturally welcomed her with both hands. The area around the official building is an office area under the jurisdiction of the government. There are not many pedestrians, and the few people I meet by chance are all office workers.

The real liveliness of the town is at the market.Especially today, on such a big day to sacrifice to heaven, even people from nearby gathered here just to take a look at the excitement.

Even the inns in the town last night were overcrowded.

When Xianyuan took her to the market and passed the civilian wharf of Longkou Town, the boats came one after another, and the wharf was packed to the brim.

This nature of watching the excitement really exists no matter which dynasty, Qiuli thought to herself.

The roads in the town are basically bluestone roads, because it is close to the waterway, and there are almost ten streets and nine alleys in the whole town, and there is almost a pond.

It is morning now, and there are four breakfast shops in the market, all of which are crowded with people.

"I didn't expect the popularity here to be so strong." Qiuli said with emotion.

"You weren't here for the last two weeks. It's miserable here. The center of the town is okay, and there is a large formation protecting it. The surrounding area is empty."

Xianyuan sighed, "I have been reading the scriptures for several days, but I am exhausted."

Longkou Town is surrounded by water on three sides, land on one side, and land on the other. Standing on the highest point of the market, you can still vaguely see pieces of square farmland.

She didn't see a house, but she saw several farmers bending over to do farm work.

Xianyuan followed her gaze, "The home is gone, but the field still has to be planted, and those who survive must rely on it to make ends meet."

All for a bite of food, Qiuli looked away, followed Xianyuan, strolled in the market, bought a few small items, the street was full of pedestrians, and the beads on Qiuli's wrist suddenly became hot.

Qiuli pulled Xianyuan back to the door of a bookstore, which was probably the most deserted place in the market.

"There are monsters." Qiuli said in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of, there is a national teacher guarding here." Xianyuan patted Qiuli on the shoulder, "Besides, you, senior brother Xianyuan, and I are also good at doing things."

There was a sense of boredom in Qiuli's heart. There were too many people in this market, which made her feel uncomfortable, "I don't want to go shopping anymore, or I'll wait for you at this bookstore."

"Alright, then you wait for me, I will take you to the Demon Slaying Platform at noon."

"Where is the Demon Slaying Platform?" Qiuli asked.

"When it comes out, you will know where it is. Then, I will grab a good seat for you." Xianyuan tightened his robes and squeezed into the crowd again.

Qiuli turned around and looked at the bookstore. The outside of the bookstore was very dilapidated, and there were one or two customers scattered inside. One of them was walking out, so there was only one customer left. Qiuli walked in. .

The customer turned his head and glanced, and said, "Do you want to buy anything?"

This scholar-like person turned out to be the boss, and Qiu Li looked around, "I want to buy a book about travel notes and anecdotes about our Dasheng Kingdom."

The boss thought for a moment with his chin in his hand, "It's true. Someone returned it a while ago, but the books are a bit old."

"Guest wait a moment, I'll show you."

He turned around and moved a stool, touched the top of the bookshelf against the wall, and pulled out a book with a taupe cover from the stack.

Qiuli took it, and before she could read it, the boss said, "This book is a bit old. I'll give you a discount. The original price was 200 cash, but I'll give you 150 cash." text."

This price is not expensive. Books are the real luxury in this era. Qiuli nodded, "Okay, I want it."

After tossing a piece of silver, Qiuli didn't ask him to change, but asked for a set of yellow paper and cinnabar, and gave it to him when he saw the master next time.

Wrap the books separately from the yellow paper and cinnabar, stuff the books into his bosom with trembling little hands, actually put them into the "carry-on food box", and hold the yellow paper and cinnabar in his hands.

Qiuli's heart was surging, and when she held the book in her hand, she saw a few lines:

[Dasheng Shanhaijing:

Demons and ghosts are rampant in Dasheng Kingdom. This book collects the monsters that the author has seen, and seals one of them in this book. Before the book is finished, the author is killed by backlash. Normal people cannot read it. It can range from a nightmare to a severe death, but you can...you have the prayer beads...]

"Boss, I would like to ask, why did the man who bought this book return this book?"

"He said that after he bought this book, he had nightmares every night. My bookstore has been open for more than ten years, and this book has been kept here for several months. How can I be fine?" The boss snorted coldly, "He just reads I don't want it anymore!"

"People's hearts are not old, and the world is going downhill! Dare I ask the boss, where did you get this book?" Qiu Li pretended to agree.

"A servant in the official residence sold it on consignment. He said it was left behind by a previous guest."

Qiuli was thoughtful, and after thanking the boss, she looked through the books in the bookstore for a while, and found a picture book of Sun Zixiao for her, and she flipped through a few pages.Suddenly a commotion was heard from the street.

The boss ran in from the door, "It's not good, it's not good, a big monster has caught a monk!"

Qiuli's eyebrows twitched, and a bad feeling came to her heart.