The butler's voice sounded, and he slowly walked up the stairs carrying a young man.
"Regardless of age or appearance, this person is the best among the best."
The candlelight shines through the blood and falls on the young man's face with his eyes closed, making him look so delicious and attractive.
His pale skin was dotted with bright red, and the wounds made him look even weaker.
The blood on his body exudes a strong sweet smell, just like the layer of icing on the surface of dessert.
"Is this my room?"
The young man opened his eyes, his pure black eyes full of confusion.
He didn't seem to notice anything strange about the house, and even thought that the housekeeper was a kindhearted person who took him in.
Especially those pure and deep eyes, just like a harmless little animal, making it impossible to imagine how he got here through those cruel dangers.
"Hello everyone...I'm a little tired. I'll say hello to you tomorrow, okay?"
The young man looked at those fat figures and showed an innocent smile.
Almost instantly, four or five sounds of swallowing saliva were heard.
Weak, pale, delicious, ignorant.
This is simply the most perfect food.
"The room is here, I'll take you in."
The housekeeper licked his scarlet lips and helped the weak young man towards the door not far away.
After sending him over, the terrifyingly thin man turned his head and looked at the fat men surrounding him.
"Please."
After leaving such words, he disappeared into the darkness as before.
Even though the conversation was much more polite than usual, no one had the slightest doubt about the butler's identity.
Their attention was all on the young man, and the little sanity they had left was quickly disappearing.
"This person...is mine."
A low voice sounded, and the terrifyingly obese figure spoke.
You can tell from the clothes and hair accessories that this is a woman.
"I'm afraid it's not appropriate."
Another figure spoke, with a hint of menace in his rich voice.
The two of them are the largest on the entire second floor and the closest people to the third floor.
Because of this, no one dared to speak again.
"What's wrong?"
The woman's voice suddenly rose, even faintly covering the music that had been echoing in everyone's ears.
"I have the highest status, and whatever I say is what I say. Do you still want to resist?"
She adjusted her robe and tried to look like a human being.
"Since the butler didn't say who he belongs to, we should split it half and half."
The fat man still refused to give in. A few strands of sticky saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, seemingly because he thought of the delicious food.
"We are all people with status, there is no need to make things so rigid."
"Brother Liu is right."
A shrill voice came from the pile of fat people, and a figure with white paint on his face spoke.
He is the third largest in size and has some say.
"That's right, we all share equally."
The fat man with a white face grinned, and something that could be called a smile was forced out of his fat face.
"This way everyone can have something to eat and it won't hurt the harmony."
"Tsk...what a good calculation."
The fat woman tried her best to widen her eyes covered by fat, showing a disdainful expression.
"If you want to divide it, you can."
"I'm on a 30-70 basis with you. I have no control over how you handle your share."
After saying this, the woman walked to the boy's bedroom alone, greedily sniffing the sweet smell of blood in the air.
"Seventy percent is too little."
The man did not move, he frowned, his tone full of dissatisfaction.
"Yo, my second brother."
The fat man with a white face tugged hard on his close-fitting robe, and whispered in the man's ear.
"Seventy percent belongs to the other person, and getting 30% depends on the other person's face."
"I went all the way up here just to see that girl's face?"
The man frowned and began to look unhappy.
"right."
The fat man with a white face nodded without hesitation, without any emotion in his eyes.
"I've eaten so much, entered the house and walked up to the second floor, and I still have to smile, win over other people, and have to look at her face?"
"right."
"Then I can't kneel down and beg for food?"
"We are just kneeling down to beg for food, and that's it, many people haven't climbed up yet."
The white-faced fat man nodded, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with this.
"I have this, can I eat it?"
The man pointed at his huge body, turned around and asked.
“Eatable, first floor.”
"What about this?"
He pointed to the fat men around him who were also hungry and asked again.
"If you can eat, kneel down."
"Then this, plus them, can we eat people standing up?"
"You mean...?"
The white-faced fat man tried his best to widen his eyes and made a "click" gesture.
"That's all it can do now."
There was a sinister look in the man's eyes, and he stared straight at the woman beside him.