Without prompting from the old man, the bearded man and others quickly gathered in front of the stone platform and picked up the bowls of human skulls with patinated pulp.
Smelling the fragrant smell, the monks had intoxicated expressions on their faces.
Their strength is limited and they are far from reaching the state of breath-eating and fasting. They still need to devour food to replenish their consumption.
Of course, monks' food is more refined and high-end, and is often refined into pills.
Although they occasionally got some food along the way, they couldn't fill their stomachs at all.
As for the taste of the food, it’s okay not to mention it.
At this moment, the fragrant food is placed in front of you, and the glutton in your stomach has already been aroused, and you can't wait to drink it.
Holding the human skull bowl, you tilt your head and take a sip. The smooth and fragrant liquid is poured directly into your throat.
I can only feel the fragrance left in my mouth and the taste is indescribably beautiful.
"fragrant!"
“It tastes really good.”
"When you are hungry, eating bran is as sweet as honey. When you are full, eating honey is not sweet at all. Let me tell you, we are simply too hungry."
"That's not the case. The taste of this fresh soup is indeed excellent. I just don't know what to use to cook it?"
After a monk finished drinking the soup, he looked like an old man next to him and said in an urgent tone: "Here, have another bowl!"
The old man didn't say anything. He waved the long spoon again and scooped out a ladle of steaming soup from the cauldron.
The monk quickly handed over the bone bowl, filled it to the top, and drank happily.
The monk next to him did the same. He quickly licked the bottom of the bowl and then handed it over.
I'm afraid that if I'm too slow, I won't be able to get the fresh soup.
The diners next to them all held pots and bowls and secretly looked at the bearded man and others.
If you observe carefully, you will find that the smiles in the corners of their eyes are slightly weird.
The bearded man himself is a gourmet, and he was already very uncomfortable after being hungry all the way.
After smelling the aroma of food, he was in no mood to care about anything else and just wanted to fill his stomach as quickly as possible.
What is strange is that after drinking several bowls of fresh soup, I still feel hungry.
There is also a feeling that the hunger becomes more and more serious.
Because their hunger doubled, the monks were not in the mood to pay attention to anything else, but were focused on drinking soup.
"Bring me a bowl."
"Old man, hurry up, have another bowl!"
"No one can steal it from me. The remaining soup is not enough for me to drink!"
"It's shameless. If you can, fill both the upper and lower holes together!"
The monks cursed and couldn't bear to see others pour away the fresh soup, as if they were cutting their own flesh.
The bearded man frowned, feeling that the situation was abnormal, and his lost sanity slowly returned.
"What's going on? How did I become like this?"
After waking up, the bearded man realized how abnormal his behavior was. He was actually fascinated by a mouthful of soup!
His eyes narrowed slightly, maybe there was something wrong with this pot of soup.
The bearded man did not make any noise, but quietly looked around, trying to see what was going on.
Then he saw that the diners who had gathered around to drink soup had now stopped eating.
Looking at the fresh soup in their bowls, it seems a little different, not the same thing at all.
The key is that their expressions are really weird, with an indescribable feeling.
“There’s definitely something wrong with this soup!”
The bearded man became more and more surprised when he thought of this, and at the same time, he subconsciously looked for Tang Zhen.
Then he saw Tang Zhen sitting on the stone next to him, looking at him with a smile.
Tang Zhen didn't even take a sip of the fresh soup that his companions were fighting over, but threw it on the stone next to him.
What makes people feel strange is that although Tang Zhen is sitting there, the diners around him can't seem to see him at all.
Big Beard was able to confirm that there was indeed something wrong with this pot of fresh soup, but why didn't Tang Zhen remind himself?
Perhaps the situation in front of him was not too dangerous, so Tang Zhen didn't take the initiative to give any warning?
There is another problem. I am obviously too dependent on Tang Zhen, and thus I have lost the ability to think and detect dangers.
If this is the case, what should we do if Tang Zhen is not in the team?
Big Beard reflected on it and confirmed that there was something wrong with his state, and he must get rid of this dependence as soon as possible.
While I was thinking, I heard my companion calling the old man to serve soup again, looking impatient.
Up to now, all the monks have drank an unknown amount of soup, and their bellies are as round as balls.
The clothes had long been stretched open, protruding fiercely forward.
No matter how strong your digestive ability is, it is impossible to digest so much soup in a short period of time.
This state is very dangerous. If you continue to drink it, you may be strangled to death.
But even so, the monks were still unaware and waved their big bowls to ask for soup.
"You can't drink any more, or something big will happen!"
Thinking of this, the bearded man immediately jumped out and tried to stop his companions.
They are not aware of the danger, they are the only ones who are awake, so they must bear this responsibility.
"You can't drink anymore. Get out of here. No one is allowed to drink anymore!"
Standing in front of his companions, the bearded man shouted sternly.
When he shouted, the surrounding area immediately fell silent.
The roar not only shocked his companions, but also the surrounding diners and vendors setting up stalls nearby, all looked towards the bearded man.
There was an indescribable weirdness and gloominess in the eyes of these people, as if they wanted to skin him and eat him.
The bearded man was trembling in his heart, but he gritted his teeth and saw his companion. He knew that he could not retreat at this moment.
The companions are out of control, and the only one who can save them is himself. He is now the hope of the whole team.
His companions looked at him blankly, and then their expressions turned ferocious.
"Asshole, what do you want to do?"
"Fat Beard, if we are brothers, then don't delay my soup!"
"Don't pay attention to him, hurry up and pour me some soup!"
Instead of waking up to Fat Beard's obstruction, his companions became furious one by one.
They stared at the bearded man with blood-red eyes and stared at him viciously, wanting to tear him into pieces.
The strange and ferocious gaze of his companion startled the bearded man, but it also confirmed his suspicion.
This weird soup has completely confused the minds of the companions and made them irrational.
The more this happens, the less you can let your companions drink anymore, otherwise even gods can't save them.
When the bearded man thought of this, he immediately gritted his teeth and raised his hand to knock over the human skull bowl in his companion's hand.
When the companion who was waiting for the soup saw this, he was furious and wanted to hit the bearded man.
"You are all idiots. You are so confused by this fresh soup. Why don't you ask what this soup is made from?"
The companions who were about to hit were stunned for a moment and looked at each other.
They suddenly realized that this matter was indeed very abnormal.
Why do I lose control as soon as I smell the fresh soup, and then drink it endlessly?
If you shake your body, it will make a "swishing" sound, just like a water tank.
"What is this soup... made from?"
The companion blinked and asked the bearded man.
Disturbed by the big beard, the monks gradually regained their senses, and their high vigilance was activated again.
"Don't ask me, you have to ask him!"
The bearded man turned his head, pointed at the old man serving soup, and said in a cold voice.
When a group of monks heard this, they immediately turned to look at the old man holding the soup, their eyes becoming a little dangerous.
"Old guy, tell me quickly, what is this soup made of?"
A group of monks asked loudly to the old man angrily.
The old man, who was always bowing his head, was not afraid of the monks' rebuke at all. He just said in a cold voice: "If you want to know, why don't you go and see for yourself?"
"Okay, then I'll see for myself."
While the bearded man was talking, he walked up to the old man's side, grabbed the long spoon and fished it out hard in the big cauldron.
As the soup was being stirred, the contents boiling in the cauldron appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
It was a human corpse, boiled until the bones and flesh floated around, exuding a strange aroma.