Lanterns with the word "Meat" hung on the wall, simple wooden tables and chairs were painted with dark red paint, and unknown bugs crawled across the cracks in the floor tiles.

The strong smell of meat in the air teases the taste buds, and Han Fei stands at the door, telling him instinctively that this store is not safe.

The dumpling shop is not very eye-catching from the outside, but Han Fei only discovered after entering inside that the space inside the house is very large.

Grease and stains can be vaguely seen on the skewed wooden table. It seems that someone has eaten something in this place just now.

Judging from the thick grease, it doesn't look like dumplings.

When Han Fei entered the store, there were other guests in the room, but the other party cared about Han Fei at all. He ate the bowl with his head, and the posture of devouring him was like eating his own hand with chopsticks.

"this way please."

Standing at the entrance, Han Fei, who was still hesitant to leave, heard a man's voice.

He looked in the direction of the voice, the curtain of the back kitchen was lifted, and a man wearing a pig face mask came out.

He was holding a huge tray, and three large bowls were placed on it, and the tempting aroma was floating from the bowl.

"Sit down, what would you like to eat?"

The man put all three large bowls on the table of another customer in the store. The customer lifted the lid on the bowl and grabbed something from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

He was eating very fragrantly, forgetting his severely swollen belly, which seemed to be about to break apart, and the rice bowls stacked high on the other side of the table.

"Can I ask you something?" Han Fei still didn't dared to go inside, looking at the person wearing the pig face mask, his heart straightened.

It is true that Yinglong and Cry did not issue warnings, but it is possible that they are not because they did not perceive the danger, but because they were blinded by something.

"After eating, there is no time to ask anything else. You must be very hungry now?" The man picked up the oily rag and wiped the table casually. He didn't force Han Fei, so he let Han Fei sit near the door. .

Hearing what the man said, Han Fei always felt that what the other party wanted to say was that he should be on the road after eating.

This weird man wearing a pig face mask looked very kind, but he felt like an executioner on the execution ground.

Butchers slaughter more animals, and they will have a **** and oily smell; the same is true for executioners, but after all, killing is different from slaughtering animals, and the smell they emit is slightly different.

"The menu is on the wall, look at it." The man wearing a pig face mask stood beside Han Fei, stared at by his weird and ugly pig face. Han Fei was uncomfortable, he vaguely felt the mask. The lower eyeballs don't look like human eyes.

"Then have a bowl of fresh meat dumplings." Han Fei pointed to the top dish.

"Just a bowl of dumplings?" The man still did not leave, his weird eyes looked at the spiritual altar in Han Fei's arms: "I'm afraid that a bowl of dumplings is not enough."

"First, let's have a taste. Let's try more." Han Fei didn't change his face. In fact, his heart was hanging. The other party saw the resentment hidden in the spiritual altar.

"Hao Le." The man seemed to speak very well, and he wiped the table with Han Fei again with a rag: "Wait a moment."

He put a thermos on Han Fei's desk: "The tea is in the cabinet at the front desk. You can make yourself what you want to drink."

After speaking, he yelled at the back chef: "A bowl of steaming meat dumplings!"

After the man wearing the mask left, Han Fei hurriedly opened the altar to communicate with the firefly dragon, but when he saw the firefly dragon with his own eyes, he realized that the situation was worse than he thought.

Han Fei just felt hungry and had a desire to eat.

The resentment in the spiritual altar directly bit their own body, their only reason was tortured by the hunger to the brink of collapse, and their faces were distorted, and their eyes were full of madness.

"This dumpling shop is evil!"

Biting his own body, the grievances urgently need to eat, and it seems that only eating can calm themselves down.

Their state reminded Han Fei of Xu Qin who was crazy. After Xu Qin used all her strength before, the curse broke out, and she only recovered after eating all the meat in the family.

"Stay any longer, I'm afraid my neighbors will start to kill each other."

Resentment is a combination of despair and pain. It is extremely difficult for them to maintain their sense. Now this situation is simply forcing them to lose control.

Hunger can most inspire malice. When the hunger reaches its limit, people can do anything.

When he got up, Han Fei was about to leave when the door of the dumpling shop was suddenly pushed open.

The cold wind blew away the smell of meat in the shop, and a middle-aged man with long hair and a pale face entered the shop.

He was wearing a pure black dress, which seemed to be woven from hair, with some weird patterns on it. If you look closely, you will find that they are faces.

"Isn't it so coincidental?"

The middle-aged man carried a wooden box stained red with blood. He carried a pungent odor, which seemed to be a mixture of perfume and corpse odor.

Entering the store, the middle-aged man casually found a table and sat down, then he opened the wooden box.

The smell of meat in the house was instantly obscured by the smell of blood, and another eater who was eating frantically also gave him a blank look.

The middle-aged man didn't care about this. When the clerk wearing a pig face mask walked out of the kitchen, he put his hands into the box and took out a human head from it.

"is it him?"

The clerk looked at the head, his pig face mask changed, and he felt as if he was smiling.

"A bit close, but not."

After hearing this answer, the middle-aged man threw his head into the wooden box fiercely: "Who is the butcher? This is the fourth one. In order to get it, I was targeted by the madman."

"Isn't she dead yet?"

"It should be soon." The middle-aged man had a gloomy face and a trace of viciousness in his eyes. He fished out a knife from the blood in the wooden box: "I stole a knife from her. Her curse is no longer complete. "

The pale fingers were cut by the blade, and blood oozes.

After feeling the pain, the middle-aged man not only did not let go, but even more forcefully grabbed the knife: "What I hate the most is the curse!"

"Don't be angry, do you want to eat something?" The clerk looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"You meat here, I don't dare..." The middle-aged man said halfway through, seeing the dangerous eyes of the clerk, he did not say any more, but closed the wooden box and walked outside the store.

The clerk did not stop him, and went straight back to the back kitchen.

"It's really bad luck."

The middle-aged man escaped from the dumpling restaurant, and when he opened the door, Han Fei followed 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 that uncomfort came from.

Turning to enter an alley, the middle-aged man found that Han Fei was still behind him, and he finally stopped.

"Should we meet for the first time?" The middle-aged man looked back at Han Fei~lightnovelpub.net~ He carried the wooden box, his voice was cold.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something." Han Fei's eyes fixed on the wooden box in the middle-aged man's hand: "Where did you get the knife you just took out?"

"Pulled out of a dead person's body." The middle-aged man found several cold breaths around the alley, and he felt a little bad.

"None of us are good people, and it is very easy to do impulsive things, so you'd better take advantage of our normal communication, answer my questions honestly, and don't do things that everyone will regret."

Han Fei stared at the middle-aged man's face. He didn't perform any performances. His voice was cold and very grim.

"Get out of the way, I'm going back." The feminine man with long hair grasped the wooden box tightly. He stared at Han Fei and didn't mean to speak.

"I don't care where you live. If you don't know what to say today, this little box in my hand is your last home."

The pitch-black python got into the ghost pattern, and Han Fei took the blood-colored paper man from his inventory.