The owner of the room seemed to be in a hurry, for the pot was still boiling and the lid was not closed. Such a situation can easily attract wild cats.

What's more, the soup in the pot is so fragrant, and the nose of the wild cat is so smart!

At this moment, there was a "clang", and the bowl in Ling Lao's second-hand suddenly fell to the ground, the white porcelain bowl was broken into several pieces, and the soup inside was scattered all over the ground.

The soup that had been spilled on the ground quickly seeped into the ground, leaving only a dark trail on the ground, but it didn't take long for them to disappear.

Ling Lao Er's hands trembled and pointed to the pot that was still boiling on the stove, and his lips trembled.

"What's wrong with you?" Zero Zero asked him calmly.

"The pot...... In that pot...... Don't you see? Ling Lao Er asked Zero Zero Three in a trembling voice. At this moment, his eyes were straight, his neck was almost stiff, and it was very difficult to even turn it.

At this time, he is more like a machine than the previous zero zero three!

"What do you see?" Zero Zero Three asked him.

"I see ......" Ling Lao Er swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and said, "I saw that in that pot, there was a ...... Boiling a human head! ”

"Head?" Zero Zero's tone was still very calm.

"Do you see clearly? Are you sure it's a human head? And not a single ginseng? Zero Zero Three asked.

"Of course." Ling Lao Er nodded, can't you tell the difference between ginseng and human head?!

The last thing he wanted to see was a human head, but what was boiling in that pot was indeed a human head! Absolutely true!

The hair of the human head had already been shaved, the flesh had been boiled in boiling water, and the swollen skin was pale and rose and fell with the boiling trend. Especially the pair of eyes, bulging out of the boss, the two eyeballs looked at the room angrily as if they were about to burst. It is precisely because of this that the already boiled face in the pot looks particularly terrifying.

For a moment, Ling Lao Er felt that this human head was very likely to rush out of the boiling soup and destroy everything in this room!

"Perhaps, you are mistaken? Perhaps, it is not a human head? Zero Zero Three said.

"How is that possible?!" Ling Lao Er said. But then he thought to him, could it be that the sand that flew into his eyes just now still had some remnants left in his eyes, so that he had another delusion?

Ling Lao Er rubbed his eyes vigorously.

While rubbing vigorously, he silently prayed in his heart: It must be an illusion! It must be an illusion!! There's nothing in the pot! Nothing!!

Zero Zero Three quietly walked behind him, and suddenly said to him, "Since you haven't seen clearly, why don't you get closer and take a closer look!" ”

After speaking, he suddenly pushed Ling Lao Er forward hard. Ling Lao Er was caught off guard, his feet were unstable, and he rushed towards the pot stove in front of him.

Seeing that he was about to plunge into the pot, the eyes in the pot seemed to be even more angry!

Ling Laoer's heart was shocked, he hurriedly stretched out his hands and grabbed the stove fiercely, and narrowly stopped the forward trend.

"Why are you pushing me?!" Ling Lao Er said without replying, his tone was full of anger and reproach.

"Isn't that to make you see better?" Zero Zero Three said.

Ling Laoer's face was pale, and he didn't speak. When he stopped, his face was almost on the steaming pot! If you go a little further......

Zero Zero Three walked over to him.

His face stopped less than half a meter from the pot, and the heat from the pot kept rushing towards his face, and he felt a strong fragrance mixed with a wet smell rushing to his face.

However, he was not as obsessed with the contents of the pot as he was just now, and now there was only fear in his eyes.

His hands clung tightly to the edge of the stove with nervousness and fear, and his eyes were fixed on the cauldron in front of him.

At this time, he saw more clearly: what was boiling in the pot was indeed a human head! There is not only a human head in that pot, but also a hand and a body! It looks like it's just a boiled person!

Ling Lao Er swallowed his saliva, could it be that this town surrounded by yellow sand was already so difficult that it needed to eat to survive? Once, he had been hungry, he had eaten bark, grass and even the soles of his shoes, but no matter how hungry he was, he had never eaten anyone!

And this strange town......

He looked around the room, could the owner of this room be stewing human flesh here? But he suddenly found that someone was coming, and he was afraid that others would know that he was eating human flesh, so he simply left the house, and the human flesh that left this big pot ran away quietly?

If you think about it, it seems that this possibility is not impossible!

But the strange thing is that the body of the person in the pot is not as big as that of ordinary people, is it still a child boiling in this pot?!

This pot doesn't look small, and it should be about a meter in diameter. That "person" was lying in the pot, and Ling Lao Er looked carefully: although this person had sound hands, he only had one leg under him, to be exact, it should not be called a "leg", because Ling Lao Er didn't see its toes, and he didn't even see where the soles of this leg were. Instead, he vaguely saw what looked like a long tail dragging behind it.

The color of this tail is much darker than its skin color, and there are some unshaved scales on the tail. The cauldron was swirled around the tail, the tip of which was just against the forehead of the human head.

Ling Lao Er suddenly felt that that tail was like a fish's tail!

"What is this? Merman? Ling Lao Er asked in surprise.

However, at the moment when his words fell, the mermaid in the pot suddenly disappeared, and the fire in the stove suddenly brightened up a little, and then, like the mermaid in the pot, disappeared.

A few lines of words appeared on the wall, which had been covered in fog and could not be seen clearly.

Ling Lao Er looked at it carefully, fortunately: although he didn't know much, he could barely recognize these words.

The words read like this:

Legend has it that at the beginning of Wakasasa, 800 monks complained about slaughter.

Tossing and turning his children and grandchildren for seven generations, he saw the windowsill full of greenery.

Sure enough, there were some mottled moss marks on the wall that echoed these lines, Ling Lao Er looked at this wall, and then looked at Zero Zero Three, completely unclear.