Spending Tens Of Billions Before The End, You Call Me A Prodigal

Chapter 342 The Test Of The Kimchi God

The corner of Lin Xuan's mouth twitched fiercely, the god of the gods of kimchi!

Is there a god of bathing and foot bathing in Gada in the northeast?

At this time, a little day wearing a black windbreaker ran over:

"Master Kawashima, we found the entrance to the kimchi altar."

Yoshiko Kawashima nodded slightly:

"Good job."

Then she looked at Lin Xuan: "Gangbansang, shall we go in?"

Lin Xuan: "Okay, let's clear the way ahead and start working!"

Immediately, ten younger brothers opened the way ahead, followed by Lin Xuan and Yoshiko Kawashima.

Several people walked into the kimchi altar.

Although the altar is already dilapidated, several stone pillars around it are still standing.

In the middle is a huge statue of the God of Kimchi.

Lin Xuan and Yoshiko Kawashima are almost as tall as the kimchi god's knees.

The height of the other ten younger brothers is only as high as the leg hair of the Kimchi God.

At this moment, the strong smell of kimchi kept gushing out from the kimchi god, sweeping in all directions.

Lin Xuan pinched his nose: "Where is the entrance?"

A boy with short stature and bow legs immediately reported:

"Your Excellency Steel Plate!"

"The mechanism for the entrance is to kiss the left thumb of the statue of the Kimchi God."

Lin Xuan was shocked when he heard this.

What the hell?

Kiss toes?

The people in this fucking kimchi country really know how to play!

Lin Xuan waved his hand, "Go ahead."

The bow-legged boy nodded immediately:

"Hi!"

Immediately, he walked to the left foot of the Kimchi God with bowed legs and knelt down on one knee.

Then she pursed her lips and kissed that thick toe fiercely.

(╯3╰)~~~

Ka Ka Ka ~

The next moment, the ground under the Kimchi God's feet cracked instantly.

A jar of kimchi rose up, exuding a strong smell of century-old phlegm.

At the same time, the stone clock on the kimchi god's crotch began to count down.

sixty seconds.

Fifty-nine seconds.

fifty seconds

Yoshiko Kawashima couldn't help wondering: "Why didn't you open the door, what does this stone clock mean?!"

Lin Xuan pondered:

"Obviously, this is the test of the Kimchi God!"

"To test whether we can eat a pile of kimchi in sixty seconds."

"If you are a native of Kimchi, you can definitely do it."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

Yoshiko Kawashima immediately drank:

"You guys, give me kimchi quickly!"

"There are still fifty seconds left, if you can't finish eating, you will die!"

"Hi!"

With an order, Ten Xiaotian immediately picked up the cabbage jar and began to pour it into his mouth.

As Yoshiko Kawashima's subordinates, they deeply understood the viciousness and cruelty of this woman.

Why is the casualty rate of the intelligence community higher than that of the combat troops?

It is because most of the intelligence agents died tragically under the torture of Yoshiko Kawashima!

Yoshiko Kawashima spends every lonely night by torturing prisoners or subordinates.

There are more instruments of torture in her bedroom than toys!

gurgle gurgle~

The little days gobbled up kimchi.

These pickles taste better than their feet.

Their faces turned green, then purple, and finally turned black.

The veins on the distorted facial features popped up, the waves in the stomach churned, and the sour water was vomited out.

But they have to eat!

Yoshiko Kawashima frightened them more than these disgusting pickles.

Yoshiko Kawashima stared at the crotch of the Kimchi God:

"Twenty seconds left!"

"Fifteen seconds."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven"

Ding!

The test time is over.

In the end, before the last second came, ten small days poured the whole jar of kimchi into his stomach.

A spark of excitement burst out in Yoshiko Kawashima's eyes:

"well!"

Kacha Kacha~

A crisp amplifier sounded from under the feet of the Kimchi God.

Lin Xuan looked down, Yo Xi!

There is actually a secret passageway below.

"The entrance has appeared!"

Yoshiko Kawashima immediately waved her small hand: "Go, go in and have a look!"

But at this moment, Ten Xiaotian was lying on the ground and retching, even vomited bile.

Nima, this kimchi is so good that it was almost sent away.

Lin Xuan directly took out a gas mask and put it on.

Yoshiko Kawashima kicked a little boy five meters away:

"Go away and spit it out, it stinks!"

"Go, come down with me."

The ten little days dared not speak out, and followed Lin Xuan and Yoshiko Kawashima into the secret passage.

In the secret passage, it was pitch black.

A ball of holy light emerged from Lin Xuan's palm, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The walls around the corridor were cut and chiseled, covered with black things, like densely packed hideous wounds!

Yoshiko Kawashima stared coldly: "It's blood!"

"A lot of blood, it's already smelly!"

Lin Xuan shone the holy light in his hand towards the wall.

I saw that the wall was not blood at all, but was covered with dried sauerkraut, which was exuding an unpleasant smell.