She's not a hero of the world, and she's never wanted to be a hell of a hero.

Heroes have always died very early, and Song Caixia understands this truth better than anyone else.

She didn't want to be Wu Zetian, and she never felt that she had Liu Hulan's special temperament. Timid, slippery, cowardly, small-bellied...... These words are in line with Song Caixia's true identity, and they are very compatible.

She knew she couldn't stay in the "mayor" position forever.

The corpses evolve every day.

When the Elder of the Murder Corpse appointed himself as the administrator, the Corpse's level of wisdom was not that high. Without the help of humans, they would have made a mess of things, and it would have been impossible to reach the level of civilization they have now.

When exactly was the army of murderous corpses established?

Song Caixia was not mentally prepared for this question at all. No one had ever told her about it, not even the Corpse Elder, who regarded her as a close confidant, had never mentioned it before today.

They are still wary of me. This is not surprising, because I am not a corpse, but a human.

Song Caixia suddenly felt that she was standing in the middle of a group of terrifying carnivorous beasts. It's strange that such a thought had never occurred before, and now it burns so strongly like a flame.

An even more terrifying time has come.

As the Elder of the Murder Corpse finished speaking, the Corpse Attendants in white uniforms also got busy. Dozens of food trucks were wheeled into the hall, placing huge silver platters on long tables. Those plates are large, about a meter in diameter. It's all covered with silver lids, but it can't stop the smell from wafting, and you can smell a rich smell of meat when you stand close.

This is not the first time Song Caixia has participated in this kind of banquet. She knew exactly what was on her plate.

The silver lid was quickly lifted by the corpse attendant.

It is a very elaborate method, the living person is tied up with thin wire and roasted on special kitchen utensils———— hands and feet are backwards, just like the ancient punishment of "four hooves to gather horses", so that the chest and abdomen are bent backwards, showing a half-moon arc.

When making barbecue, the body of the deceased is hollow and must be stuffed with various fillers. There are chunks of pork fat, as well as chunks of meat that are sliced and stacked on top of each other with various condiments. This practice was invented by a murderous chef who is said to have studied human recipes and was inspired by the recipe "Plum Vegetable Button Pork".

Humans who have been determined to be roasted are to undergo special care within two weeks of death. Of course, the corpse will not leak the news, because the tension and fear will make the meat taste bad, and the meat is not as good as it would be in a normal state. The roaster's daily food will become more spicy, especially the food has much more peppercorns, ginger and garlic than usual. Trover keepers usually serve them a delicious chicken broth, which is served with ginger, garlic, shallots, peppercorns, and a mix of chopped fresh chili peppers, soy sauce and oil.

Such meals are delicious and delicious with them, and many people love to eat them. (Readers can try to make it themselves if they are interested, the chicken soup is less salt, and the ginger and chili pepper are more flavorful, which is very delicious.) ）

Most of the human body is based on water, and the carcass will shrink drastically after roasting. Packed in a one-meter-diameter plate, it actually only takes up about half of the space. The chef's craftsmanship is good, the skin is browned, and the slightly black part looks very crispy. The fine cracks are evenly distributed on the surface of the human body, and under the illumination of bright lights, a trace of crystalline oil is revealed.

That's body fat that melts after it's been baked.

Grilling over a fire is absolutely unacceptable, as it will only completely carbonize the thin human skin in a short period of time, resulting in a black and miserable garbage. Baking a corpse takes a lot of time and requires excellent patience. The corpse that has been washed and stuffed with stuffing is strung on an iron drill, controlled by the corpse cook, and slowly rotated on the grill so that all parts are evenly heated, so that the oil in one part will not melt while the other parts are still uncooked.

So when these plates with cooked human meals are served, everything is still hot.

The head of the deceased was placed next to the barbecue. Both men and women fell asleep under the influence of drugs and were killed in their dreams. Their heads were cut off from their necks because of the complex structure of the human heads, which made them difficult to bake, and the flames would destroy the special taste of the brains. A skilled corpse cook will plug the spine with a special plug to prevent the brain from escaping. The rest of the work is done by beauticians, who make no difference whether they are human or corpse———— they fix the deceased's head upright on a wooden frame, carefully comb the deceased's hair, apply makeup to the deceased with the utmost skill, apply eye shadow and lipstick, and make everything look as if they are asleep and not dead.

You can imagine a slight change in the way the "Peking duck" is made, with the head of the duck cut off, washed, carefully combed and placed next to the roasted body in a quiet and gentle way. There are also clusters of colorful flowers around, and there are even young green leaves carved from radish and winter melon.

Food also needs to be beautified. It's part of the deliciousness, and it's very important.

In this regard, Song Caixia has long been surprised.

A crisp "click" sound was remembered all around.

It was the chewing of the corpses with knives to cut and roast meat, or to stuff crispy skin into their mouths. Depending on their preference, they sprinkle powdered seasoning on the surface of the roast or pour a mixture of black pepper sauce, and the waiter wastes no time in serving bottles of wine and blood wine. The popularity of the latter far exceeds that of the former. In fact, the murderous corpse is not very interested in wine in the pure sense, only because the color of this wine is similar to human blood, and the concept of "delicious" can be generated through visual effects.

A murderous corpse waiter diligently cut a piece of barbecue meat for Song Caixia. She nodded mechanically, then raised her hand to the roasted corpse's open belly to reveal the filler. The waiter nodded knowingly, and with a formulaic smile, she slipped a piece of the filling and placed it on the plate in front of her.

As mentioned earlier, the filling is made from pork. This is also the only food that Song Caixia can eat on the table.

Human flesh and pork must be placed together, and there must be enough thick nerves, as well as extremely strong mental endurance, to be able to silently continue this terrible feast.

Song Caixia forced herself not to look at the piece of human flesh in the corner of the plate, and just slowly fiddled with the pork filling with her fork.

She knew that there were many pairs of eyes watching her. Those murderous corpses never had any real trust in themselves. They are well aware of the huge difference in food classification between humans and corpses. But they still have to do this, just to fundamentally bind Song Caixia to the murderous corpse group, brainwash the living human beings, and turn them into their eternal slaves.

Only those who have eaten human flesh can be regarded as confidants and cronies.

The murderous corpse also knows what it means to "cast a name". This is completely different from killing people directly with weapons, and it is morally destroying you. As soon as you eat it for the first time, the nausea and fear will fade. As you eat more often, you will feel that this kind of thing is not a big deal and become accustomed to it.

Song Caixia felt that the hostility and vigilance from her side were disappearing. Although some of the corpses are still wary of themselves, they are not as strong as they used to be. But the expression of disdain and indifference remains, which can never be changed.

A male corpse sitting next to him became interested in the human head on the plate.

It snapped its fingers hard, and the corpse attendant immediately trotted over. The male corpse pointed to the head in front of him, and the waiter smiled knowingly, picked up the stainless steel fork on the side of the plate, and pulled the whole head in front of him.

It was a woman, about twenty years younger. Very beautiful, white skin is rich in texture, although the color is a little blue, but it is well covered by the makeup foundation. The long eyelashes are curled, the eyes are closed, a slit is slightly exposed in the middle of the lips, and the dehydrated and dry lips are smeared with pink lip gloss.

In the process of roasting corpses, the human head must be refrigerated to keep it fresh. Only in this way, when it is served on a plate and brought to the table, can the deceased be presented in front of the murderer in his most beautiful side. There are no corpse spots on the surface of the human head, and the terrible colors that make people associate with "death" are all covered in makeup. Except for the heads of handsome men and beautiful women, you will never associate anything else.

The waiter skillfully cuts the skin of the human head with a sharp blade, cutting it along the top of the ear. It uses a hard steel drill and special pliers to stuff the crack in the edge of the skull, and with great force it pries the bone open, making a "pop" explosion.

It's like a beer lid with a tight pressure force being forcibly opened.

The brains in the shape of the two round steamed buns still remain pink, but the blood vessels on the surface have turned black. The corpse waiter carefully picks up the surface film with a colored table knife and peels off the vascular layer with exquisite and skillful techniques. After completing this procedure, the waiter inserts a knife into the middle of the brain, forcefully pinches it open, and pours the prepared spice into the gap.

The mixing and mixing work is left to the diners themselves. Because each murderous corpse has different requirements for food. Some like to cut it into pieces and dip it, while others like to marinate it for a few minutes before eating. Taking the one next to Song Caixia as an example, it obviously prefers a more flavorful approach———— directly stirring the ingredients and brain pulp together with a spoon, just like the tofu brain common in food stalls in peacetime, sesame oil, chili sauce, garlic, leek flowers, chopped coriander, chopped green onions, and fried crispy soybeans...... Everything is stirred and mixed, everything becomes unrecognizable, and then eaten.

The way to eat the human head and the roast meat must be separated.

The atmosphere at the table began to become warm, but Song Caixia felt a little disgusting.

She thought she had overcome her fears, but every time she attended such a feast, she had a fear that it could turn into food at any moment.

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