"You won't become a ghost after eating it, right?" After a short while, Shi Wenhao's mind was already open, and his back was so frightened by his own thoughts that his back was cold.

Murong Yun looked at Shi Wenhao coldly, his eyes looked like he was looking at a fool: "Otherwise, you will try to be hungry for half a month?" ”

During the conversation, the ghost dressed as Xiao Er had already walked up with the dishes, and a young man dressed as a cook held a roast duck and put it on the side, the neat sliced duck, the aroma of the roast duck was overflowing, the skin was roasted and crispy, and the meat was also fragrant.

Next to the roast duck, there are sweet noodle sauce, shredded green onions, pie crust, sugar and other things in turn, which makes people have an appetite when they look at it, and the caviar rolls and ice cream next to it are beautifully arranged, and it looks like a gold coin under the light of crystal lamps.

"Well, it's better to eat than to starve to death."

Shi Wenhao smiled, revealing a somewhat embarrassed but graceful expression.

In front of the food, he couldn't hold back for a while, besides, he really had to stay up for half a month, and he would definitely starve to death if he didn't eat.

Murong Yun skillfully wrapped a duck skin roll, and while eating, he said: "It's very abnormal here, it stands to reason that in this era, except for foreigners' places, there are very few bright lights, but you see, what kind of scene is outside." ”

Suning took the opportunity to look, and his attention shifted to the street scene outside, during the day, the city was obviously very dilapidated, and when the lights were turned on at night, it seemed to have changed places, revealing a sense of grandeur everywhere, besides, the passers-by outside were gorgeously dressed, the girls were either dresses or cheongsams, and the boys were in straight suits with curly hair, and they came and went.

"In the blink of an eye, it will become a city that never sleeps?"

Suning even saw a few antique cars swaggering through the market, he complained, and then looked back, and was immediately startled by the things on the table.

The original table of appetizing delicacies is gone, the white plate has turned blue-gray, the worn-out ceramic plate, the roast duck has become a black paste like a roasted mouse, the so-called dipping sauce, the white sugar plate is something similar to paper ash, the pie crust plate is a pile of yellow paper and sticky yellow paper rice cereal, the ice cream plate is normal, but some moldy coconut soup.

As for the other food, it is either a sacrificial steamed bun or a strange soft object that resembles a frog egg.

Can this still make people eat well?

Suning's face was white, and he didn't dare to move his chopsticks for a long time, he turned to look at other friends.

The little friend wrapped the unknown object similar to a roasted mouse in yellow paper, and ate it with relish, and even the popping sound when Shi Wenhao scooped up the frog egg and ate it he could hear it clearly.

Suning was not only unappetizing, but also disgusted by this picture and almost vomited all the overnight meals, no! It's disgusting!

He turned his gaze to other places with difficulty, only to realize that the people in the restaurant were actually ghosts, and they were eating mud, candles, incense ashes, and even some strange charred and unidentified objects.

"...... ago, senior, I suddenly had an ominous premonition." Suning said with difficulty: "Could it be that I am surrounded by ghosts except for my teammates?" ”

"Of course, I thought you had found out after the coachman's affair!."

Mo Chuchen asked in surprise, as if he was surprised by Suning's nerves of such a rough mine: "However, it doesn't hurt to tell you now, you guessed right." ”

"Zhuangshi, why don't you eat?" The unconscious Shi Wenhao took the black unknown object and poured the roasted mouse into Suning's bowl while eating.

"Do you have any problems with my craft?"

The chef of the duck skin (mouse skin) stared directly at Suning, as if he was observing Suning's situation.

In Suning's eyes, the chef was translucent, his eye sockets were full of whites, and when he spoke, unknown black smoke floated up from his body.

For safety, Suning hurriedly shook his head: "No, I'm just, a little bit uneating." ”

"Alas, things are so delicious, don't think too much, eat."

Shi Wenhao enthusiastically fished a few frog eggs for Suning, completely ignoring Suning's desire to cry without tears, which was very similar to beating people's eyes.

"You don't want to clip it to me"

Suning stared at the contents of the bowl in confusion, and his stomach boiled.

"Why are you so excited?"

Shi Wenhao was a little confused.

"Eat your own, big man's, what are you doing with vegetables!."

Suning, who realized that he was out of shape, hurriedly picked up the only normal sacrificial steamed bun and ate it.

This kind of steamed bun is specially made for sacrifice, they are round, and a blood-red word "sacrifice" is printed in the center.

Because it's just that the consumables are not for eating, they don't taste good, and the hard ones are still piercing, but looking at the table of dishes, Suning has no choice.

Watching Suning eat the steamed buns, the ghost chef put away his suspicions about Suning, floated away from their table, and gave food to the other ghost slices.

"Did you see anything?"

Shi Wenhao immediately asked in a whisper after the ghost left, Suning's scream just now was really inexplicable.

Suning nodded with a complicated face: "I saw the truth of this dish, do you want to know?" I can try to make you ....... ”

"No need!" Shi Wenhao immediately refused.

"It's good to be able to eat."

Murong Yun moved her face, these dishes are currently good to her in terms of texture and taste, if she sees the truth, she will definitely not be so pleasant in the process of eating.

……。

After being full of wine and food, Xiao Fang was also ready to go out with Shi Wenhao, Xiao Fang, who had just left the village, didn't expect the outside world to be like this, she stared at those passers-by who were dressed completely different from the people in the village, her eyes were both envious and puzzled, envious of the glamour of these people, puzzled, could it be that what the foreigners said was true? Otherwise, those girls in dresses will definitely be treated as unruly witches in the village.

But why is the village so different from the outside world? Who's right? Xiao Fang was very confused.

Shi Wenhao took Xiaofang to find a clothing shop that sold foreigners' skirts, bought Xiaofang a set of lace white dresses, and the merchant also sent a gauze hat with feathers, and the seamstress braided Xiaofang, re-appliquéd and powdered.

"Brother Shi, what do you think?" Xiao Fang asked happily, she didn't seem to expect that she could wear such gorgeous clothes.

"Looking at it this way, Xiaofang seems to be a little more beautiful." Shi Wenhao was embarrassed by Xiao Fang's sparkling eyes, after all, Xiao Fang is still a living person.

"Thank you, Brother Shi!" Xiao Fang turned around and grabbed Shi Wenhao: "Can Brother Shi take me to see a foreigner's movie?" ”

"It's ......." When it came to the movie, Shi Wenhao hesitated for a moment before he reluctantly said, "That, that's okay." ”