Chapter 219 This little box in my hand is your final home
Lanterns with the word "肉" written on them were hung on the walls, the simple wooden tables and chairs were painted with dark red paint, and there were vaguely unknown insects crawling through the gaps in the floor tiles.
The thick aroma of meat in the air teased his taste buds. Standing at the door, Han Fei instinctively told him that this store was not very safe.
From the outside, the dumpling shop looked unremarkable, but after entering, Han Fei discovered that the space inside was very large.
Oil stains and stains could be seen on the crooked wooden table, as if someone had just eaten something in this place.
Judging from the thick oil stain, it doesn't look like dumplings.
When Han Fei entered the store, there were other customers in the room, but they didn't care about Han Fei at all. They were eating the food in the bowl with their heads down, as if they were going to eat the hand they were using with chopsticks.
"this way please."
Standing at the entrance, still hesitant to leave, Han Fei heard a man's voice.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the curtain in the back kitchen was opened, and a man wearing a pig face mask came out.
He was carrying a huge tray and climbed up to place three large bowls. The alluring aroma wafted out from the bowls.
"Please sit down. What would you like to eat?"
The man placed all three large bowls on the table of another customer in the store. The customer opened the lid on the bowl, grabbed something from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.
He ate so deliciously that he completely forgot about his severely swollen belly, which seemed to be about to burst, and the rice bowls stacked high on the other side of the table.
"Can I ask you something?" Han Fei still didn't dare to go inside. Looking at the man wearing the pig face mask, Han Fei felt very scared.
It is true that Yinglong and Cai did not issue a warning, but it was possible that they were blinded by something rather than not sensing the danger.
"After finishing the meal, it's too late to ask anything. You must be very hungry now, right?" The man picked up a greasy rag and wiped the table casually. He didn't force Han Fei to sit near the door.
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Hearing the man's words, Han Fei always felt that what the man wanted to say was that after eating, it was time to hit the road.
This weird man wearing a pig face mask looks very kind, but he feels like an executioner on the execution ground.
When a butcher slaughters too many animals, his body smells like blood and oil; the same goes for executioners, but killing people is different from slaughtering animals, and the smells emitted by them are slightly different.
"The menu is on the wall, please take a look." The man wearing the pig face mask stood next to Han Fei, being stared at by his weird and ugly pig face. Han Fei felt uncomfortable all over. He vaguely felt that the mask
The eyes below don't look like human eyes.
"Then let's have a bowl of fresh meat dumplings." Han Fei pointed to the dish at the front.
"Just a bowl of dumplings?" The man still didn't leave. His strange eyes looked at the altar in Han Fei's arms: "I'm afraid a bowl of dumplings won't be enough."
"Let's have a bowl first to taste. If it's delicious, we'll order more." Han Fei's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was actually filled with anxiety. The other party could see the resentment hidden in the altar.
"Okay." The man seemed to be easy to talk to. He wiped the table with Han Fei again with a rag: "Wait a moment."
He placed a thermos bottle on Han Fei's table: "The tea is in the cabinet at the front desk. You can make whatever you want."
After finishing speaking, he shouted to the kitchen at the top of his lungs: "A bowl of steaming hot meat dumplings!"
After the masked man left, Han Fei quickly opened the spiritual altar and wanted to communicate with the fire dragon, but when he saw the fire dragon with his own eyes, he realized that the situation was worse than he imagined.
Han Fei just felt hungry and had a desire to eat.
The resentment in the spiritual altar bites directly into their bodies, and their only sanity is tortured to the brink of collapse by the hunger. Their faces are distorted, and their eyes are full of madness.
“This dumpling shop is so evil!”
Biting their own bodies, the resentful people urgently need to eat. It seems that only eating can calm themselves down.
Their state reminded Han Fei of the crazy Xu Qin. After Xu Qin used all her strength, the curse broke out and she ate all the meat in the house before she recovered.
"If I stay any longer, I'm afraid my neighbors will start killing each other."
Resentment is a combination of despair and pain. It is extremely difficult for them to stay rational. Now this situation is simply forcing them to lose control.
Hunger can inspire the most evil. When hungry to the limit, people can do anything.
After getting up, Han Fei was about to leave when the door of the dumpling shop was suddenly pushed open.
The cold wind blew away the aroma of meat in the store, and a middle-aged man with long hair and a pale face entered the store.
He was wearing a pure black dress, which seemed to be woven with hair, and had some weird patterns on it. If you look closely, you will find that they are human faces.
"It can't be such a coincidence, right?"
The middle-aged man was carrying a wooden box stained red with blood. He had a pungent odor on his body, which seemed to be a mixture of perfume and corpse odor.
Entering the store, the middle-aged man found a table and sat down, then he opened the wooden box.
The aroma of meat in the room was instantly masked by the smell of blood, and another diner who was eating frantically looked at him blankly.
The middle-aged man didn't care about this. When the clerk wearing a pig mask left the kitchen and walked out of the kitchen, he put his hands into the box and took out a human head.
"is it him?"
The clerk looked at the head, and his pig face mask changed, and it seemed like he was smiling.
"Kind of close, but not."
After hearing this answer, the middle-aged man threw his head into the wooden box: "Who is the butcher? This is already the fourth one. In order to get it, I was targeted by the crazy woman."
"Is she not dead yet?"
"It should be soon." The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, with a hint of malice in his eyes. He fished out a table knife from the bloody water in the wooden box: "I stole a knife from her, and her curse is no longer complete.
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His pale fingers were cut by the blade, and blood oozed out.
After the middle-aged man felt the pain, he not only did not let go, but also gripped the knife even harder: "What I hate most is the curse!"
"Don't be angry, do you want something to eat?" The clerk looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.
"I don't dare to..." The middle-aged man said halfway when he saw the dangerous eyes of the clerk. He didn't say any more, but closed the wooden box and walked out of the store.
The clerk didn't stop him and went straight back to the kitchen.
"What bad luck."
The middle-aged man escaped from the dumpling restaurant, and when he opened the door, Han Fei followed him out.
In fact, he had seen Han Fei a long time ago. This young man made him feel very uncomfortable, and he didn't know what the source of that discomfort was.
Turning around and entering an alley, the middle-aged man found Han Fei still following behind him, and he finally stopped.
"This must be our first meeting, right?" The middle-aged man looked back and stared at Han Fei. He was carrying a wooden box and his voice was cold.
"Uncle, I have something to ask you." Han Fei's eyes were fixed on the wooden box in the middle-aged man's hand: "Where did you get the knife you just took out?"
"Plucked out of a dead man's body." The middle-aged man noticed several cold breaths appearing around the alley, and he felt something was not good.
"We are not good people, and it is very easy to do impulsive things, so you'd better answer my questions honestly while we can communicate normally, and don't do anything that everyone will regret."
Han Fei stared at the middle-aged man's face. He had no performance and his voice was cold and very scary.
"Get out of the way, I'm going back." The feminine man with long hair grabbed the wooden box tightly. He looked at Han Fei and had no intention of speaking.
"I don't care where you live. If you can't tell me clearly today, this little box in my hand will be your last home."
The dark python penetrated into the ghost pattern, and Han Fei took out the bloody paper man from the inventory.