Let Go of the Kitchen Knife!

That was a tomb where a kitchen knife was buried?

Bu Fang let out a sigh of relief. Seeing as this kitchen knife was given such a glorious burial, could the master of this tomb be a chef?

The more Bu Fang thought about this, the more likely it seemed.

The kitchen knife was resplendent, but an aura of death hovered around it like chains, sealing its brilliance; hence, Bu Fang paced around it slowly.

The atmosphere in the room was bizarre. The air was filled with thick knife energy, which was sharp enough to cause a sharp painful sensation to one's skin.

The knives there were of different types. Many knives in the room were dull and dim, but that was not the case for the red kitchen knife. In front of this knife, the other knives looked lackluster.