"What a delicious food, I didn't expect you to be well-versed in cooking." John's wife licked her fingers covered in juice.

“Try this.”

The old woman smiled and placed two small plates in front of the two of them.

"There's one thing you're really right, I understand humans and master the art of cooking human flesh."

The old woman pointed to the food on the plate, "I especially like to fry children's liver with saffron sauce."

"By the way, there are red wine vinegar-pickled fingers that are roasted until golden and crispy."

Ignoring John's and the other two's dark faces, the old woman stretched out her thin fingers and knocked on the wine glass beside her.

The dry fingers hit the glass like iron rods, making a crisp sound.

"Taste it."

“Delicious freshly squeezed corpse juice.”

"Corps that meet this taste need to be buried underground for a long time. Pay special attention to anti-corrosion and beware of mice and snakes and insects that drill underground."

"vomit……"

John's wife could no longer suppress powerful nausea, and turned around and vomited wildly.

"What's wrong? Is it because I'm too anxious to eat?"

The old woman's figure appeared strangely next to the woman, and she put the glass to the woman's mouth.

"Come and take a sip, and you'll feel comfortable."

The liquid in the cup is fragrant and looks like a green gem under the faint light around it. It is still unbearable to think of the raw materials for making this cup of liquid.

The things I just ate splashed out again, and the entire glass was hung.

“Is it something I made not delicious?”

The old woman's voice became cold.

"Come on, open your mouth."

The woman looked at the glass filled with vomit, her legs trembled and wanted to stand up but found that she could not control her body at all.

"Open your mouth!"

A cold snorted, exploding in his ears like thunder. The next moment, the woman's jaw was stretched open by an invisible force.

"Be good, that's how you're obedient."

In John's horrified eyes, the old woman poured the liquid in the cup into the woman's mouth.

"Hait...puff!"

Everything in front of him stimulated John's nerves, and the food in his belly vomited to his mouth but was forced to swallow it by him.

He took a few deep breaths, his eyes as if he was looking forward to using other things to distract himself.

Only then did he realize that the children playing around had stopped at some point. Everyone formed a circle, widened their eyes, and looked at the two of them.

"I seem to remember what this child looks like, what is his name?"

"Jennifer or Jerrys."

"By the way, there's that boy."

"It turns out we are not the first to trade with this woman."

"Wait." John suddenly realized something, and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

"If so many people have traded with the woman in front of them, where have they been?"

"Ms. Grett, you should check out the gift I have prepared for you."

John held the edge of the table and wanted to stand up, but as soon as he had this idea, he found that his hands were stuck to the table, and there was no place left on his body except his head.

"Ms. Grett..."

John opened his eyes wide, "Although I did not bring Jenny, I will take the others to compensate you as agreed."

"Please give me some time. Next time, I will definitely bring you someone who will satisfy you."

"Tell me, which kid do you like in town?"

"Boy or girl? Blonde or black?"

John trembled violently. He glanced at him and found that his wife had become dull since the woman had a glass of wine and was stuffing food into her stomach.

"Dad, where are you, dad?"

"Don't leave me alone in the forest."

A familiar voice came from the darkness in the distance, and John turned his head stiffly.

Gululu.

A small head rolled over like a ball.

Then the child wearing a floral blue skirt stumbled through the grass. She threw a shoe and her tender white soles were cut by the branches.

In her right hand was holding a rag doll filled with blood.

"Jane...Ni?!"

Her head rolled, rolled to John's feet, the little girl's head was upward, her face looked strange, her skin was red, and she was wrinkled as if it had been scalded by boiling water.

The facial features are not very symmetrical, like putting a melted mask on the ball.

"Ah...ah!"

John shouted frantically, trying desperately to break free from the chair and run far away, but no matter how hard he tried, his whole body seemed to be stuck to the chair.

The old woman slowly walked to John, and she bent down, as if she wanted to pick up the girl's head from the ground.

The skinny palm passed through the girl's head. The old woman worked hard several times, but in the end she could only shake her head helplessly.

"Poor child, I can't save you."

"This candy house can only accommodate children who have signed a contract with me. If you are killed by wild beasts, your soul can only float in the fields."

"Bang!"

The old woman's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. She slapped the table hard, staring at John with a sinister gaze.

"Bad, you damn trash."

“Look at what you did to your children?”

She waved her hand, and in an instant, the food on the table turned into dazzling gold and jewelry. In a plate in front of John, the originally crystal clear grapes turned into rubies as big as cat's eyes.

"According to the agreement, I should give you precious jewelry, and now the jewelry is here."

The old woman giggled and listened to the sound, just as the children in the crowd were making it.

"Don't you like jewelry?"

"They all belong to you!"

"Really, are you saying it true?"

"Of course." The old woman smiled.

"Take it as much as you want, take as much as you want."

She stretched out a thin finger.

"I only have one requirement, not by hand, not by pocket, every treasure you take away needs to be swallowed into your stomach!"

"Swallow?!"

John's face changed suddenly, but looking at the gems flashing with various lights on the table, he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"good!"

After saying that, he picked up a round cat's eye, raised his head and walked down with the liquid in the cup.

"Take only a little, just a little bit."

John kept reminding himself, but as the first gem was poured into his stomach, John's expression changed completely.

He swallowed wildly as if he had lost his mind, no longer considering the size of the gem, as long as he could swallow it.

The mouth was cut and blood was gushing out of the esophagus. The more he ate, the more he became excited.

Finally, John's clothes on his chest were stained with blood, and he came back to his senses from the madness.

"Can't eat it anymore, can't eat it anymore!"

He stood up staggeringly, and John walked to his wife. He remembered clearly that this woman ate much more than he did.

"Take her away and I'll get rich."

Carrying the woman on his shoulders, John left the dining table without looking back, and the children around him automatically gave way, watching him disappear into the darkness step by step.
Chapter completed!