During lunch, Prince Jafard left the banquet hall first. Because he was a Muslim, Prince Jafard brought his own chef, not to mention that he did not want to eat Qihan's food.
Prince Jafard invited Tang Wan to come with him before leaving, but Tang Wan wanted to see if Qi Han would do anything, so he politely declined.
Prince Jaffard did not force it and left two guards to look after Tang Wan.
The banquet began. Qi Han sat down in the center seat triumphantly. He invited Tang Wan to the seat next to him, "Wan'er, have you seen the performance of my death fighter?"
Tang Wan was silent for a while, and then calmly replied: "I didn't pay attention." Bones' performance was indeed good, especially the scene where he killed three people in a row. His strength was more than that of other death fighters, but she didn't want to
Chang Qihan's majesty.
"Ah, that's such a pity," Qi Han smiled gracefully: "But I paid attention to your Death Fighter. He hasn't appeared yet. Has he died silently?"
"How is it possible? If Luo Ye refuses to die, he will win the final victory." Tang Wan picked up the wine glass and said coldly. Although she could not see Luo Ye's whereabouts, she also knew that appearing in the melee was completely unsafe.
Not necessary.
"Oh, it seems like he is hiding. Haha," Qi Han said with a sarcastic smile, "This doesn't look like a warrior's style!"
Tang Wan took a leisurely sip of red wine, and then slowly put down the glass. "This is exactly my strategy," she raised her voice deliberately, "My Death Fighter is as fast as the wind, and moves as fast as a shadow. His
His heart is as cold as obsidian, and at the end of the day, he will harvest the heads of every death warrior who stands in front of him like ears of wheat."
The originally noisy restaurant immediately fell silent.
"Especially you, the head of the Death Fighter." Tang Wan stood up and said coldly as he passed by Qi Han. She originally wanted to stay here, but sitting next to Qi Han gave her no appetite at all.
Qi Han frowned. He faintly felt the hostility in Tang Wan's words. When Tang Wan's back disappeared at the end of the restaurant, he calmed down and said, "Ha, women, women. They always don't believe it.
This world belongs to us men!"
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of laughter in the restaurant.
"Today's meal will be provided by me. Please don't be polite and enjoy it." Qi Han blinked, "Besides, there is a special dish for everyone today." He motioned to his men to bring a big meal to them.
The plate was brought up.
The distinguished guests stretched their necks to watch curiously. When the lid of the dinner plate was lifted, many people subconsciously pressed their backs against the chairs, and even some timid ones screamed.
"Haha," Qi Han proudly looked at the expressions of everyone present, "Human flesh, genuine human flesh. Watching those death row inmates grilling each other, don't you have the idea of tasting human flesh in your heart?"
Everyone present was silent. In order to survive, the death warriors can only roast each other. This is an acceptable reason; but what reason should they give themselves as fat and rich rich people for eating human flesh?
"It seems that I have overestimated your courage." Qi Han sneered.
"I'll eat it." Someone took the lead and raised his chopsticks, put a piece into his mouth, chewed it for a few times and then swallowed it, "Yeah! It tastes great, like, like--" He tried hard
Looking for the right adjective, "Like pork - the best pork!"
Everyone raised their chopsticks doubtfully, tentatively took a chopstick and put it into their mouths, and then nodded: "Sure enough, human flesh tastes like this." "It's really good! Fat but not greasy, thin but not loose." "I
I have eaten meat from almost all edible species, and only today I realized that only human meat is the most delicious!”
"Hahaha!" Qi Han looked at everyone's performance and laughed almost to tears. "Everyone, this is really just pork. Everyone here is civilized people, how can I let everyone eat human flesh? Haha, this
It's just a joke."
Those who were still tasting the taste of meat in their mouths were stunned. When they heard that this was not human flesh but just pure pork, a hint of disappointment appeared on their faces.
"Haha -" they could only laugh along with Qi Han, "Island Master Qi is really good at joking!" "I was almost deceived!" "Yeah, I already knew this was just pork!
"
"But having said that," Qi Han pointed to the pieces of meat on the plate and said, "Meat is meat. There is no essential difference between pork and human meat. The same goes for enjoyment. On Paradise Island, anything that can bring you happiness,
I, Qi Han, will not stop you."
Everyone immediately understood what Qi Han meant. A bold VIP suddenly stood up, grabbed the knife in his hand, turned around and stabbed the maid behind him, "I want to eat her flesh!"
Several other distinguished guests pushed a maid onto the dining table, "Let's make a bet. Each of us will have sex with her once to see whose child she can conceive!"
Qi Han looked at the scene in front of him proudly, and Awang came over and said, "Master, the camera is working well and everything is recorded."
Qi Han nodded with satisfaction...
While the hosts were having fun, the weather on Paradise Island became weird, the wind direction changed suddenly, and dark clouds came over the sky, as if the night had entered early.
Bones is cleaning blood stains by the water of a dark stream. These blood stains are all from the death fighters who are hostile to him. To deal with them, he does not need to use the genetic potion Qi Han gave him. He has secretly placed the potion in Molly's body.
In the bag, let her take it back.
The stream was very quiet, licking the stones briskly. Bones pressed his arm against the flat stream bed for a long time, and suddenly felt a glimmer of hope and relief. But this emotion only lasted a short while.
Suddenly, there was a sound of branches breaking across the stream, and then there was the sound of something passing through the trees. A familiar sense of tension penetrated his body. He quickly lowered his body and pressed against the harsh cobblestones, vigilantly.
Watching all the movements on the opposite side. He listened to various sounds, and took a deep breath, trying to distinguish the various smells in the air.
A few seconds later, he saw something in the bushes. It was a black crow with its wings spread out, as if it had just feasted on a feast of human flesh.
Bones breathed a sigh of relief, but he still felt that something was looking at him somewhere in the distance. This was an inexplicable intuition. He scanned the horizon very cautiously, and there was a trace of blood.
Against the background of the setting sun, the cirrus clouds in the sky have been painted pink, but as night falls quietly, those clouds turn into dull gray in the blink of an eye. The sky has begun to flash
The first few stars. The crow hovered from the top of one tree to the top of another tree, tilting its head and looking sideways at the entire area. In its beak, there was still an unknown bird in its mouth.
Eaten human eyeballs.
When it saw the bones, it made a hoarse cry, seeming to warn the bones to stay away from its delicious meal.
The feeling of being watched closely still lingered. Although Bones' experience told him that there was nothing else but crows here, this could not convince his tense nerves at all. After a while, he quickly
Stand up. Apart from the sigh of the stream, you can no longer hear any other sounds. The crows have already flapped their wings and left, leaving only an ominous silence.
He must leave the dark stream. The water source is often an excellent place for ambushes, but he does not want to kill people now, he just wants to avoid being killed. He must get enough rest before the next necessary battle. He must hurry up before the weather becomes bad.
Find a safe place to rest before the worse comes to worst.
He jumped over the stone beach and continued forward until he saw a crumbling building. The gray wooden boards had become incomplete in the baptism of time, and the ceiling had long turned into a stone path on the ruins.
There is only one and a half sections of the wall left.
Rubbles are scattered everywhere. From a distance, this ruin has turned into an aging scar on the volcanic island. These gravels are the blood drops hanging from the scar.
Bones leaned against the ancient ruins and carefully observed the surrounding environment.
These ruins must have been rooms built by a group of death warriors long ago. However, they have been completely abandoned over the years. However, the towering ruins can still be used to protect them from wind and rain.
The shadow grew longer and longer, and soon occupied the entire ruins, hiding all the rotten boards, rusty nails and overgrown weeds under the wings of darkness. Bats emerged from various dark places,
The wings were flapping rapidly in the air, wandering and bumping here and there, leaving behind an uneasy black silhouette in the pale sky that still remained.
Two rows of straight broken walls are arranged among the weeds and gravels, like two grotesque tombs that have collapsed, or two rows of monuments of horror, superstition, and vicious curses.
In this desolate cemetery, the future no longer exists, only stagnation and decay remain.
The weird tension still stayed on the nerves of his bones. Part of his body kept protesting against this unnecessary state of high vigilance, which would tire him out; but another part of his body felt indescribable
The uneasiness. The ghostly aura spread over these old ruins. He could feel it, but he couldn't explain it. The feeling was as if he had desecrated the tomb of a saint.
He felt that there was something else nearby, but it was just a deep, primitive, instinctive feeling. It was completely subjective and inconsistent with his many years of survival experience. He didn't know whether he should trust this kind of feeling.
Feeling. But this feeling lingered, constantly warning him, and clenching his internal organs, desperately trying to attract his attention.
He finally couldn't hold it any longer, and quietly pulled out the military steel dagger and protected it on his chest. He looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Hahaha!" A dull voice suddenly sounded not far from Bones, "He is indeed the best soldier in the special forces. I was so careful, but you still discovered me, but you don't know where I am.
, and it would be easy for me to kill you! The final victory must be——"
"Shh!" Bones frowned, signaling the death fighter hiding behind the stone not to speak. He frowned and continued to stare cautiously into the void. He had long known that someone was following him, but that was not what he was worried about.