Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke covered his face with one hand and ended the conversation speechlessly.

"Hannah, I'm going to rest now. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Goodnight, Locke.

Hannah said with a smile.

"Wait, don't you want to ask me any more questions?"

Alice asked.

"No need, Alice. Remember to wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, and mop the floor if you have time."

Locke gave the instructions and then went upstairs alone.

Alice gritted her teeth and began to clear the plates, feeling wronged.

Hannah stood by her side, comforting her, "Locke is in a bad mood today, don't take it to heart."

"So what's he like when he's in a good mood?"

Alice asked.

"Rebecca will do these things."

Hannah recalled.

Alice felt utterly dejected; it seemed these things would definitely become her daily tasks in the future.

Locke lay in bed, closed his eyes, and after about half an hour, he finally felt sleepy.

But suddenly I smelled a familiar scent on the tip of my nose.

He sat up and saw the blonde, blue-eyed Alice.

Alice looked at Locke with a wronged expression, her stomach rumbling.

Didn't you eat steak?

Locke asked.

"Those foods are only good for tasting; I need to drink blood, otherwise I'll always feel hungry."

Alice reminded.

"Then you should go to the hospital."

Locke said.

"I only like to drink fresh blood; the blood bags in the hospital have been stored for a long time."

Alice complained.

Locke took out the devil's pipe.

"If you disturb my rest again, I'll have Rebecca take you to the hospital."

"Okay I'm sorry."

Alice lowered her head and left the attic.

Alice went downstairs and saw Hannah sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Hannah's fair and slender neck was very alluring.

"If I only drink a little of her blood and then hypnotize her, she definitely won't tell Locke, right?"

The next second, Alice teleported to Hannah's side, opened her blood-red maw, and revealed her fangs.

She was certain that she was fast enough that Hannah would offer her blood before she even felt fear.

Indeed, that was the case; Hannah was still reading the newspaper, completely unaware of Alice's approach.

Just as Alice was about to take a bite, an invisible force pushed her several meters away, slamming her heavily against the wall.

“If I were you, you wouldn’t do something so foolish. You’d better apologize before Locke gets angry.”

Eileen and Rebecca walked into the house one after the other.

Alice got up from the ground, saw the black cat's indifferent eyes, and wiped away her tears in grievance.

"I'm sorry, I was just too hungry."

Rebecca was somewhat disappointed that Alice hadn't managed to bite through Hannah's neck; she and Irene had really come back at the wrong time.

But she couldn't understand why Eileen was protecting Hannah.

Is it simply because Hannah is Locke's sister?

At this moment, Locke, who was asleep, had a nightmare in which a skeleton maid appeared on his bed...

Chapter 150, This is simply heresy!

When Locke woke up, he saw Alice looking aggrieved, squatting in front of his bed and confessing.

After understanding the reason, Locke rubbed his temples, wondering whether he should tell Alice Hannah about her special circumstances. If she knew that the person she was about to drink blood from was actually the vessel of an evil god, she would probably regret it to the core.

"no more chance."

Locke warned.

Alice nodded. "Okay, may I go now?"

"No, come to the kitchen with me."

Locke stood up; he couldn't sleep now because of the nightmare.

He took Alice to the kitchen and, pointing to the duck in its cage, said, “Kill it and put its blood in a bowl.”

Alice was stunned, not knowing for a moment what Locke wanted to do, that he wanted her to kill a duck?

Is this a warning?

I feel like a duck in a cage, completely at the mercy of others.

That's right, absolutely!

Locke was warning himself.

With a nervous heart, Alice walked up to the duck, opened the cage, reached out, and grabbed the duck.

Then, with tears in her eyes, she decisively snapped the duck's neck and poured all the duck blood into a large bowl.

"Pluck the duck's feathers, wash it clean, and set it aside."

Alice gritted her teeth and began to dispose of the duck's carcass, already equating her own fate with that of the duck in her mind.

This must be a warning to me: if I dare to lay a hand on Hannah again, I'll be turned into a duck.

Damn it, if I wasn't outmatched, I really would have intervened.

Alice gritted her teeth and took her anger out on the poor duck.

Meanwhile, Locke began preparing the ingredients.

Duck blood is already available, and tripe, ham, squid, beef aorta, and pork intestines are also essential, along with side dishes such as bean sprouts and celery.

Locke cleaned the tripe and other ingredients, cut them into pieces, put them in a bowl, added a little white vinegar, rubbed and washed them repeatedly with his hands, and soaked them for half an hour to remove the odor of these special ingredients.

Then, slice the ginger, chop the scallions, mince the garlic, and prepare the seasonings such as dried chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, and green Sichuan peppercorns.

Locke then heated oil in a wok, added Sichuan peppercorns, Sichuan peppercorn oil, scallions, ginger, and garlic and stir-fried until fragrant. He then added chili sauce and other seasonings until the aroma was fully released.

Add an appropriate amount of water, then add all the ingredients, including the previously prepared tripe, duck blood, and other materials.

After the tripe and duck blood are cooked, add cornstarch slurry to thicken the broth and make it richer.

Finally, pour the steaming hot oil over the dried chilies and Sichuan peppercorns to enhance the aroma and flavor of the dish, and your Maoxuewang (a spicy Sichuan dish) is ready.

Alice had already finished dealing with the duck and watched Locke prepare this strange dish with a bewildered expression.

Even though they were fast asleep, Eileen and Rebecca came to the kitchen because of the delicious aroma.

"Locke, what is this?"

Eileen looked at the pot of strangely colored dish and asked.

"This is called Mao Xue Wang, and it's made primarily with duck blood. You can try it."

Locke said with a smile.

"Huh, it's duck blood. I'm not interested."

The demon Rebecca expressed little interest.

Alice bit her lip, trying hard to control her appetite, and said in a low voice,

"How could they, how could they, actually boil blood and eat it? This is utterly heretical! And they even added all sorts of strange seasonings. I can't stand it, I can't stand it."

"Alice, this is specially made for you. Didn't I say I would cook for you once a week as a treat? If you can resist biting a living person."

Locke ignored her rambling and took the spicy blood curd out of the pot, placing it in front of her.

Eileen leaned over, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and savored it first.

The broth is rich and flavorful, with a delightful blend of spiciness and numbing sensation.

Eileen's eyes lit up slightly; she immediately fell in love with the dish.