"Okay, okay, don't fish, I'll taste the soup for you. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" I took a spoon, scooped a bowl of soup, tasted it with relish, and suddenly it was like a fairyland, and the whole person floated up, "It's so delicious, I've never drunk something so fresh, I want to eat meat." "I grabbed the meat with a spoon and tried so hard that I wanted to swallow it all.

"Is it that good?" Zhang Tingting asked curiously, and there was some unwillingness in her tone.

I didn't care about her anymore, I only had these fragrant meats in my eyes, and all I had in my mouth was saliva and the delicious soup smell just now.

"The meat isn't cooked yet......"

"Wait, you can't eat it." As soon as the meat I picked up was brought to my mouth, Meimei stopped me.

"Don't stop me, I want meat, I want meat." I opened my mouth to put the meat in my mouth, and the saliva couldn't stop flowing, and my greedy eyes were red.

"Cheng Shuai, you can't eat it, put it down."

"I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat, why stop me and let me eat meat."

"You can't eat it, it's human flesh!"

Human flesh? There was a buzz in my head, and the smell of the fragrance immediately dissipated in my head, like a sudden fog, and now it dissipated violently. I slowly lowered my chopsticks and looked at the boiling hot pot and the pieces of meat floating.

Zhang Tingting on the other side asked in surprise: "You say, this is human flesh?" ”

"Well, it's not a mushroom floating in black, it's a kind of flower flesh called corpse fragrant flower, which can make people hallucinate when cooked together with human flesh."

Hallucination?

Just like I did just now, as soon as the tip of my tongue touched the delicious hot pot soup, the whole person forgot everything. Looking up at the diners here, they are all intoxicated by the fragrant hot pot, just like me just now. I inhaled it and smelled the fresh fragrance again, but now I don't feel fragrant at all, only a nausea, "vomit ......"

I lay under the table and vomited wildly, TMD, but I couldn't vomit anything in my stomach after just one sip, but as soon as I smelled it, my stomach began to churn. And the more fragrant it is, the more I want to vomit.

"Is there anything you need?" The pink-faced and red-lipped waiter walked over at some point.

Tingting and Meimei were startled by this sudden sentence because they had their backs to her.

Zhang Tingting reacted quickly, her eyes flashed, and she said, "It's okay, it's okay, he's hot." ”

"Oh, that's right. The meat is already cooked, so you should enjoy it early, otherwise it won't taste good. With that, the waitress floated away again.

"I didn't even notice it when she came." Meimei said.

"You're turning your back to her, how can you notice it?" I covered my mouth and saw that the hot pot was still fragrant, so I quickly took the lid and closed it.

"No, it's not." Meimei looked at the waiters here, "They're ghosts." ”

"Ghosts?" Tingting and I were shocked, this is the most prosperous area in the city, and these ghosts dare to blatantly open a store here.

"Cheng Shuai, did you bring Buddha beads?" Mimi asked.

I shook my head: "Come and eat hot pot, what Buddha beads should I bring?" I asked Zhang Tingting again, "Tingting, did you bring a dagger?" ”

Zhang Tingting also shook her head: "I didn't bring it either." ”

I looked at Meimei with a bitter face: "It's so beautiful, it's all up to you." ”

Meimei pondered for a moment and pulled out a toothpick: "You call the waiter again, I have to try her again." ”

"Okay." Zhang Tingting waved at the waitress, "Waiter." ”

The waitress looked unhappy and walked over, "What do you need?" ”

"I have a bad stomach, do you have any stomach medicine?"

"I'm sorry, no, our waiters here have good stomachs."

I buried my head and pretended to eat meat, and when I heard her words, my body immediately shook, I rely on your uncle, this is the rhythm of eating people.

"Okay, thank you."

As soon as the waitress turned around, Meimei immediately stuck a toothpick in her back, and she didn't feel it at all.

Meimei was holding a toothpick in her hand, and there was no blood on it, "She's just a skin." ”

"Skins?"

Meimei nodded: "Have you ever heard of the Painted Skin Ghost?" They had no internal organs, their heads were empty, and they probably didn't even have bones, just a human skin. ”

As soon as I heard the word "human skin", I retched again, "Please, don't mention 'skin' or 'meat' or anything like that." ”

"What now?" Zhang Tingting asked a little nervously.

"We pretended to eat theirs first...... Their hot pot, improvised. ”

I nodded with Tingting, and Meimei reached out to lift the lid of the hot pot.

"Vomit ......"

"Cheng Shuai, you can't do it."

I made an ok gesture and buried my head under the hot pot, but my face was facing the slices of meat on the plate again. Nima, I'll never eat meat again.

After a while, the waiters saw that everyone had eaten the hot pot, so they shouted unscrupulously: "Is it okay, everyone eats human flesh, right?" ”

"Alright, let the front desk be on alert."

Then a waiter knocked on the kitchen door, and a burly ghost with a face like a jackal came out, dragging a large hammer in his hand.

I stole a glance, "Meimei, is this a rakshasa ghost?" ”

"Yes."

Both Rakshasa and Yaksha come from the path of hungry ghosts, and these ghosts are scattered in different places, and some are scattered among us. But the Hungry Ghost Dao is different from the ghosts of the Hell Dao, the ghosts of the Hell Dao cannot be seen, while the Hungry Ghost Dao can be seen with the naked eye.

This Rakshasa ghost dares to openly break into the most prosperous area of the human city, and open a black shop here, is it possible that he wants to be on the central news.

The Rakshasa dragged the hammer and swept it around the restaurant, then took the hammer in his hand. He walked to a table, stopped suddenly, raised his hammer and smashed it on the head of the diner who was indulging in meat, and immediately blood splattered, and the man's head lay in the hot pot.

My feet trembled with fright, and I couldn't help but hook forward and hook Zhang Tingting's feet.

"Dead open." Zhang Tingting scolded in a low voice and kicked me away.

Although his head was gurgling in the pot, his friend was still intoxicated with the pleasure of eating meat.

The Rakshasa Ghost laughed twice and said, "That's it." Then he carried the hammer back to the kitchen.

The waiters in the restaurant all walked up to the table and dragged them out of their chairs.

"Don't pull me, I'm going to eat meat! I haven't eaten enough! "These people don't know when they die, and they are still cradling hot pot.

The waiters carried him from left to right and dragged him into the kitchen. When the table was all dragged in, the kitchen door slammed shut again.

As if nothing had happened, the waiters were still standing with dignity and politeness, and the diners were still eating the hot pot with their hearts.