"This guest, why don't you drink soup? Is there something that doesn't suit your appetite?" The waiter said expressionlessly when he saw that there was a lot of soup left in Wen Zhong's bowl.
"You should understand the principle of transforming original soup into original food."
"This soup is too oily. I'm not used to drinking such oily things." Wen Zhong felt a little dazed. He held his forehead with one hand and replied subconsciously.
"Really? Guest, please take a look again." The waiter's voice suddenly sounded far away and now closer. Wen Zhong blinked his eyes when he heard the words. He found that the oily soup in the braised pork bowl had turned into clear soup.
“Zizzizi…zizizi…zizizi…”!
Just when Wen Zhong was about to pick up the bowl and drink the clear soup in one gulp, several electric sounds suddenly sounded in his mind, and the sounds were very rapid, causing Wen Zhong's movements to stagnate.
Then a sharp pain hit him, his hands trembled, and the bowl fell to the ground.
"You broke the bowl!" The waiter's voice rang in Wen Zhong's ears, and he kept repeating this sentence. The voice was extremely sad, but Wen Zhong was not affected in any way, because the sound of electric current was constantly echoing in his mind.
.
Just when Wen Zhong had a splitting headache and wanted to pierce his eardrums with his fingers, there was another sharpening sound in his ears. This sound got closer and closer, gradually replacing the sound of the radio's electricity.
Finally, everything returned to silence. Before Wen Zhong could react, he found that the table in front of him had turned into the same table as the night market stall. The lobby in front of him also gradually disappeared, and finally turned into a dilapidated stall.
Wen Zhong quickly looked around and saw that the diners who were sitting quietly at the stall before were now transformed into skeletons with traces of flesh and blood on their bones. It was horrifying to see.
The aroma of meat that I smelled before has now been replaced by a strong corpse smell, like the rotten smell emitted by a corpse after it has been left standing for several months. It is disgusting.
"What's going on? Where's the Eight Immortals Night Shop?"
This weird scene made Wen Zhong break into a cold sweat. He only felt some pain in his legs. When he lowered his head, he discovered that his pants had been cut open at some point, and there was a bloody hole on his thigh. At this moment, there was still a bloody hole.
Oozing blood.
Just when Wen Zhong was in shock, the sound of sharpening a knife suddenly sounded behind him. He turned around and saw the owner of the braised pork stall standing behind him.
It was holding a blood-stained kitchen knife in one hand, and a whetstone in the other hand. It was polishing the kitchen knife continuously. When it looked up, Wen Zhong couldn't help but his eyelids twitched.
The stall owner looked like a mummy that had been drained of moisture. His entire face was shriveled, wrinkled and tinged with blue-gray color. His teeth were protruding. His nose had been cut off, leaving only a big pit. His eyes were surrounded by a piece of black cloth.
, but you can feel a sense of being spied on.
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
Wen Zhong looked at this terrifying face. No matter how calm he was at this moment, he couldn't help but feel terrified. There was a sound of the flesh on his arm cracking, and a thin layer of velvet mixed with the smell of blood instantly wrapped the entire arm.
The stall owner didn't reply and was still sharpening his kitchen knife calmly. Wen Zhong frowned. To a certain extent, the stall owner in front of him was the first fierce ghost he had come into contact with.
Suddenly, the stall owner stopped sharpening the knife, and Wen Zhong's heart was in his throat. Time seemed to stop at this moment. The next second, the stall owner raised the kitchen knife in his hand high, and without waiting for Wen Zhong's reaction, he instantly cut out the knife.
A piece of meat from his thigh.
Blood spurted out instantly, and a heartbreaking pain hit him. Wen Zhong wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't move at all.
"What are you kidding...?" Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and said. He felt that the mold that was constantly building up in his body gradually calmed down, and the thin velvet covering his arms began to fall off at this moment. If I use one word to describe it, it would be suppression.
.
The evil spirit in his body was suppressed.
Then, it began to sharpen the knife again. Wen Zhong's heart felt cold when he saw it. It seemed that the skeleton sitting on the chair was the work of this fierce ghost in front of him.
While Li Gui was sharpening his sword, Wen Zhong suppressed the fear in his heart and began to think about when exactly he was attacked. Could it be that he was attacked from the very beginning when he smelled the aroma of meat?
As well as the weird hallucination and the radio that pulled him out of the hallucination, Wen Zhong only felt that things were getting weirder.
Thinking about these things at the moment was of little help. Seeing that Li Gui was about to finish sharpening his knife, Wen Zhong began to desperately mobilize the mold inside his body. A sentence came to his mind, the only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts.
Li Gui stopped sharpening the knife. This time he did not lift the kitchen knife. Instead, he took out a piece of brown meat with a fishy smell from his mouth, put it in the broken bowl in front of Wen Zhong, and then spit out some oily meat from his mouth.
Yellow soup.
It seems that this is the process of making braised pork roast. Wen Zhong felt his stomach churn when he saw it, but he had a bold idea in his heart.
"Just one moment..." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth, and then he felt another pain in his thigh, and another piece of flesh was gouged out by the evil ghost, but this time there was no blood coming out, instead there was a wisp of gray mold.
When Wen Zhong saw this, his eyes flashed with madness: "Since you want to play, then I will play with you."
Li Gui ignored Wen Zhong's roar. He slowly stuffed the meat from the knife into his mouth and started chewing again. Wen Zhong sneered in his heart when he saw this. Just now, he had successfully buried the mold in his leg.
In other words, what the other party is eating now is poisonous meat stuffed with supernatural mold.
Wen Zhong didn't know the consequences of one ghost eating another ghost, but he knew that ghosts were immortal, and one of the two spirits would definitely suppress the other.
There was only a "pop" sound, and the mold bloomed from Li Gui's abdomen, like a flower made of flesh and blood.
The smell of mold, blood, corpses, and pus all mixed together and swept through the entire stall in an instant.
Wen Zhong held his breath, only to feel that he had regained consciousness this time. The feeling of imprisonment and oppression completely disappeared. He knew that he had made the right bet. However, before he could rejoice for a long time, he saw that the mold had slowly begun to creep away from Li Gui's body.
Fall.
Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong's heart beat wildly. He quickly stood up and left the stall, and immediately ran out of the night market without even daring to look back.
Not long after he left, Li Gui's body had returned to its original state. It put away the kitchen knife, picked up the broken bowl containing the braised pork and returned to the stall. After a while, there was another smell of meat coming out of the stall,
At this time, you can see that the words "Eight Immortals Branch" seem to be engraved on the stall's sign...