I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 617 Traces in the Kitchen

The line of blood flew over the head of Daoist Qingfeng, and landed directly on the body of a big tree, but seeing that big tree immediately emitted a burst of white smoke, and instantly corroded it into scorched black.

Seeing this situation, Daoist Qingfeng couldn't help gasping, and said in his heart: "It's so poisonous, it's almost comparable to that Qingxu old-fashioned Red Blood Snake."

Without thinking about it, the blood corpse quickly chased after him, Daoist Qingfeng waved his hand, and threw out a few more copper coins, all of which hit the blood corpse's face, spraying another spray of blood, This time, one of the blood corpse's eyeballs burst out and hung on his face, making him look even more terrifying. The blood corpse's figure paused for a moment, and it took two steps back with a clang.

Taking advantage of this gap, Daoist Qingfeng quickly stood up, and ran away, searching for traces of the kitchen while running, the sweat on his forehead was rushing out.This house is so big, one room is connected to another room, where is the kitchen?

By the way, it may be near the firewood house, because after the firewood is chopped, it will be sent to the kitchen for cooking. Logically speaking, the kitchen should be arranged near the firewood house, so that cooking will be more convenient. Daoist Qingfeng naturally knew the location of the firewood room. He and his disciples were locked there for a long time, and they were already familiar with the road.

The blood corpse was completely enraged by Daoist Qingfeng, he raised his head to the sky and let out a mouthful of red poisonous gas, screaming strangely and continued to chase after Daoist Qingfeng.

After running all the way for a long time, Daoist Qingfeng was already tired and dripping with sweat, but the blood corpse behind him kept chasing after him, as if he had endless strength, Daoist Qingfeng stood at the door of the woodshed and glanced around , by the dim moonlight, I vaguely saw a house, and there seemed to be two large vats of pickled vegetables at the door.

It is impossible for Governor Zhang's family to eat pickles. These two large vats of pickles must have been prepared for their servants. There must be vinegar in the house.
"That's right, it must be there!" Daoist Qingfeng said to himself, wiped the sweat off his head, and ran towards that room in a flash. At this time, the blood corpse had already chased after him. When he got here, he stopped suddenly, a piece of carrion at his nose shook, locked onto the trail of Daoist Qingfeng, then jumped up, and jumped towards the room where Daoist Qingfeng was.

As soon as Daoist Qingfeng entered the house, the blood corpse followed closely. Before the blood corpse entered the house, Daoist Qingfeng kicked the big pickle vat out, hitting When it landed on the blood corpse, there was only a loud "bang", and the big vat of pickling pickles was instantly torn apart, the pickles in the vat were scattered all over the ground, and the blood corpse took two steps back, not waiting. After a moment's pause, Daoist Qingfeng quickly kicked another big vat towards the blood corpse.

Regardless of whether he hit the blood corpse or not, Daoist Qingfeng quickly rushed into the room, and frantically flipped through the bottles and jars in the room, not knowing that the jar was filled with vinegar.

After flipping around for a while, the blood corpse broke into the house with a loud yell. Dao Qingfeng was startled, and didn't care that there was vinegar in the jar, and threw those bottles and jars into the blood corpse's. Greeting from the body, one by one the porcelain jars burst open on the blood corpse...

(End of this chapter)