"If Lord Yama says not to drink, then not! Come, eat, eat, Lord Yan Jun, have a taste of our cooking.""
White Wuchang called everyone to take a seat.
After sitting down, Ji Ruo realized that the arrangement of these tables seemed to have been calculated.
Ji Ruo was in the center. If anything happened, no matter who Ji Ruo wanted to attack first, he could control the other party at the first moment.
On the other hand, if those cultists wanted to attack Ji Ruo, it would be the same.
Ji Ruo was surrounded.
He couldn't figure out why there was such a sudden change, but it wasn't convenient or appropriate to ask now.
Ji Ruo picked up her chopsticks and the cultists prayed softly,""Thank you, Kitchen God, for bestowing us with food..."
Pray to me?
Ji Ruo responded to their prayers. The aroma of the food on the dining table lingered in the air, and a golden statue of a god was faintly visible.
"All of you…"
"It's the Kitchen God!"
