As soon as the golden tendrils appeared, Wang Baole could hear the sound of the millions of people around him swallowing. He could also sense a strong desire for gluttony growing madly within the city.
It was as if everyone was attracted to the mass of golden tendrils.
As the desire for gluttony grew stronger, a smile appeared on the face of the chunk of meat on the altar, which was now mostly buried. It opened its mouth slightly and sucked.
As it breathed, the desire for gluttony in the area surged madly toward it and was sucked into its mouth. No one else could see or sense what was happening. After all, the desire for gluttony was invisible.
However, Wang Baole's true form was at a higher level than his clone, so he could sense it. He could clearly sense what was happening, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
"It's using this festival to absorb the desire for gluttony and then cultivate …." Wang Baole was lost in thought. After absorbing more than half of the desire for gluttony, the huge chunk of meat seemed to be very satisfied and stopped. Next, the eight mountains of meat outside the altar began to absorb as well.
After that, it was the turn of the colorful robes team behind the mountains of meat. After absorbing layer by layer, the desire for gluttony in the area decreased significantly. However, it didn't take long for a new desire to be born. It was as if the desire for gluttony was limitless in this place.
As long as the people in the area had the desire for gluttony, it would be born. However, the appearance of the second round of desire caused the people in the area to feel drained. That draining … mainly came from their bodies and souls.
If you looked closely, you could see that most of the millions of people outside the altar were thinner after the second round of desire was born. Their minds were in a state of morbid excitement, and they didn't even realize how tired they were.
"This is a city that eats people!" Thought Wang Baole, his eyes flashing brightly. At the same time, the Cultivators in the colorful robes team finished absorbing the desire for gluttony. The chunk of meat on the altar waved its hand, and the mass of golden tendrils exploded, transforming into countless tendrils that shot off in all directions.
"My people, go and enjoy your food."
A bewitching voice came out from within the chunk of meat, affecting the entire city. Everyone in the area went mad and began to howl.
"Gluttony!"
"Gluttony!!"
"Gluttony!"
Millions of people went mad as they spread out in all directions to fight over the tentacles. Chaos spread out in all directions, starting from the center of the city.
Wang Baole looked deeply at the gradually fading chunk of flesh on the altar, as well as the multicolored robed Cultivators and the eight mountains of flesh. Then, he followed the crowd off into the distance.
"This city might be crazy, but it's perfect for hiding," thought Wang Baole as he stood there in the crowd. What he needed to do now was to blend into the world.
Furthermore, the rules and regulations that had emerged from the chaos in Appetite City had given Wang Baole some ideas about where to hide. After all, the other cities were too far away from Appetite City, and there was a great deal of uncertainty as to whether it was suitable.
Since that was the case, choosing Appetite City as his base of operations was the most convenient choice for Wang Baole.
"If I want to hide here, I need to solve the problem of time." When Wang Baole had arrived with the crowd, he had noticed that there were a large number of shops in the city. Although most of them were restaurants and the like, they also had accommodations.
Therefore, the problem was that as long as he had enough currency, as well as the occasional mission to increase the time he could stay in the city, everything could be solved.
Although spirit stones were useful as currency, the golden tentacles that filled the air were far more valuable.
With that thought in mind, Wang Baole's body flickered, and he appeared at a street corner off in the distance. He lifted his right hand, and one of the golden tentacles flew into his hand. After tossing it into his bag of holding, Wang Baole continued on his way.
To others, the golden tentacles were difficult to catch, but to Wang Baole, they were very easy to catch. Therefore, it didn't take long for him to catch more than a hundred.
During the process, he also saw the madness of the people in the city.
Often, for the sake of a single golden tentacle, people would fight to the death. He even saw seven or eight emaciated people fighting each other to the death.
As for the law of the jungle, that was the law of the jungle. Gradually, the stench of blood began to spread throughout the city, stimulating the people even more. More than half of the tentacles that were still flying through the air were dyed red with blood.
Wang Baole didn't like the tentacles, and didn't want to catch them. However, despite his reluctance, one of the blood-colored tentacles flew toward him as he walked along the street.
Behind it were dozens of emaciated, red-eyed Cultivators, all of them seething with killing intent as they chased after Wang Baole.
There were even three Yuanying Cultivators among them. As they approached, Wang Baole's eyes shone with a cold light. He was just about to attack when suddenly, his expression flickered. The blood-colored tentacle that was flying toward him was suddenly grabbed by a pale hand that stretched out from a crack in the door of a nearby shop.
As the blood-colored tentacle was grabbed, the gap in the door slowly opened, revealing the figure of a little fatty. He poked his head out and put the blood-colored tentacle into his mouth. As he ate, he observed the people outside.
After swallowing the blood-colored tentacle, he smiled and asked, "Ladies and gentlemen, are you here to stay, or to eat?"
The people who had been chasing the blood-colored tentacle all stopped in their tracks and looked at Fatty with fear. Then, they silently backed up and left.
"Dear guest, what about you? Are you here to stay, or to eat?" Fatty didn't pay any attention to the people who had retreated. He looked at Wang Baole with a smile, and a strange, deeply hidden light flickered in his eyes.
Wang Baole glanced at him and turned to leave. However, in the next moment, the little fatty appeared in front of Wang Baole with a flash of his silhouette, still smiling as he spoke.
"Dear guest, you're already at the door. Why don't you come in and have a taste? The food in my shop is the best on this street."
As he spoke, the door of the shop opened wider. There was no light inside, only darkness. Sounds of suppressed breathing could be heard, as if the world behind the door had turned into a giant mouth that was waiting for food to arrive.
"Do I have to go?" asked Wang Baole, cocking his head to the side.
Fatty smiled and nodded. The strange light in his eyes could no longer be concealed. At the same time, the passersby saw what was happening and hurried away.
"What if I don't go?" asked Wang Baole curiously.
"Then we won't be happy," Fatty said with a smile.
"Alright." Wang Baole nodded. Since the other party was so sincere in his invitation, he felt that it would be unreasonable for him to refuse. Thus, he turned around and walked towards the door.
Fatty's smile grew even wider as he called out, "Guys, it's time to open the door!" Then he followed Wang Baole through the door.
In the crowd a distance away, there were a few outsiders like Wang Baole. When they saw the scene before them, a complicated expression appeared on their faces. They knew that in this city, on the day of the Gluttony Festival, the most dangerous place wasn't from the crowd of desiring owners or the procession, nor was it from the fights between people. Instead, it was from every single shop in the city.
Usually, the people who walked into these shops were customers.
And on the day of the Gluttony Festival, what walked in were … ingredients.
However, no one noticed that Wang Baole, whose back was facing them, had a faint smile on his face as he walked toward the door. A blood-red glow flickered in his eyes …
As for the Fatty who had sincerely invited him in, he naturally didn't know … what kind of person he had invited in.
"It's time to open the door," said Wang Baole, smiling as he stepped into the pitch-black shop.
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