Chen Cha is up?

Qi Qian opened the door of the bathroom, but Chen Sha was not inside.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face and walked out of the room.

As soon as I went out, the dining table appeared again. However, this time it was different from yesterday, and instead of the paste like pig food, the table was filled with simple and normal food.

Steaming porridge with lean pork with preserved eggs, tea eggs with an enticing aroma, fried fritters until golden brown.

Qi Qian's stomach rattled at the right time.

He hadn't eaten yesterday, he was hungry.

Walked over, pulled the bench open, and Qi Qian sat down.

He brought the only bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge on the table to himself, and reached out for an egg and a fried dough stick.

When he took the egg, Qi Qian's movements slowed down a little.

He put the eggs and fritters on the plate in front of the porridge bowl and didn't move again.

"Qi Qian, Qi Qian—" The strange voice of weakness sounded quietly again.

Qi Qian raised his waveless eyes, his delicate jaw was slightly raised, and he turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from.

Downstairs.

Outside the unfinished building.

The voice sounded familiar, but it wasn't Chen's.

Who's looking for him?

Although the voice is weak and emotionless, I can hear the anxiety and worry implied in it when I listen to it twice.

It sounds like the owner of the voice was calling out to him to get him out of some dangerous place?

Dangerous?

Qi Qian's clear and beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of awe-inspiring wisdom.

He jerked his head back, kicked the table with his feet, and pushed the edge of the table with both hands!

He sat back in his chair, the reaction of his hands and feet moving him away from the table.

Almost at the same moment, the table and the food on it changed dramatically.

The only bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge was not porridge at all, but a white flower with a fishy brain flower. The cracked preserved eggs are soaked black eyes, and the shredded lean flesh is abnormally white.

The tea eggs placed in the saucer, the cracks in the case cracked and turned into green tendons, and the fragrant soup flowed down the green tendons, turning into extremely fishy blood, Qi Qian couldn't help but clamp his legs, and a cool breeze under his crotch.

And the golden and crispy fritters have also turned into a twisted arm, hideous and cruel, disgusting.

"! No wonder Lao Tzu felt that the weight was wrong when he took the egg, and the feeling was really an egg! Qi Qian couldn't help but scold.

"Hey, hey, why don't you taste it, my eggs, it's very replenishing." An eerie voice rang out beneath him.

Qi Qian looked down,!

He immediately stood up and kicked the "chair" without hesitation.

It's not a chair at all!

The man covered in blood made himself a "chair" in a strange shape and using the bones all over his body.

The place where Qi Qian sat down just now happened to be his chest.

Qi Qian kicked the man a few times, but it didn't have any effect on the man at all. On the contrary, his shoes and ankle were all stained with a layer of dark viscous blood.

This viscous blood seemed to weigh a thousand catties, making Qi Qian's feet too heavy to lift.

"Hey, hey, hey." The man, who seemed to have several overlapping voices, laughed nervously again.

He "clicked" to stretch his bones and limbs, and slowly went from a "chair" to standing up and turning into a human again.

Only then did Qi Qian see that the man only had one arm, and it was self-evident where the other had gone.

Those things on the table turned out to be from a man's body!

Qi Qian also noticed that there were blood holes on the man's blood-covered body.