Chapter 968: Chronicles of The Underworld_2

Neatly arranged on the cold stone slab, some still beating, steaming, very fresh.

In front of many stalls.

At some point, a huge iron pot was raised in front of the stall of a small vendor wearing coarse linen clothing.

There was no firewood under the pot, yet it burned with an eerie blue flame, as if it were a fire from another world.

As the flames flickered, the hot oil in the pot gradually boiled, making a "sizzling" sound, emitting an enticing fragrance, yet mixed with a trace of chilling coldness.

The linen-clothed vendor skillfully coated eyeballs, hearts, and other organs with a thin layer of batter, then gently dropped them into the boiling oil pot.

With a "sizzle," these fried goods rolled in the oil, the surface turning golden and crispy.