Just like that …
The day of my death is coming …
Buckets of blood splashed out from my enemies, creating an ocean. I have to cross this ocean in a small boat made from their bones.
My sail is their skin …
The wind that blows the sail is their last breath …
I will gaze at this ocean and tell my story, because in the end, I will receive mercy and forgiveness.
I await the order to execute me. I do not expect anything — until I lose this life.
…
A monologue suddenly appeared in Feng Bujue and Passing Rain's ears. When the monologue appeared, all the other voices disappeared. The two noticed something from each other's faces, and they knew that the other had heard the same thing.
When the monologue ended, chaos and chaos returned. The ghosts slammed against the door, and some of them even broke through the window.
Even though they had no idea what had happened earlier, they did not have time to sit there and think. Feng Bujue helped Passing Rain up, grabbed the lantern, and led her toward the kitchen.
When they approached the counter that separated the kitchen from the cafeteria, the light in the kitchen suddenly came on. A large shadow was standing behind the counter, staring at the two of them.
The monster's body was humanoid, but it had a pig's head. Its exposed muscles were pink in color, and it wore a white tank top and military pants. Its stomach was puffed out, and the muscles on its arms looked as hard as rocks. The monster's appearance gave the impression that Chen Ge's second brother had finally finished his workout, but from the looks of it, it did not have anything like a nine-toothed rake by its side …
Feng Bujue and Passing Rain were only separated from the monster by a counter. An indescribable pressure suddenly assaulted them. They could clearly feel the presence that this monster gave off. It was much stronger than the other ghosts that had surrounded them. Just by standing face to face like this, the invisible deterrence was enough to make them unable to move.
"Hello, I am Oink." He opened his mouth to greet them.
By then, a large number of ghosts had successfully entered the cafeteria. They flipped over the tables and crawled across the floor to get close to Feng Bujue and Passing Rain.
Oink tilted his pig head to the side and yelled behind the two players, "Get out of my territory, now!" He emphasized the last two words.
The ghosts actually stopped moving after this sentence. They could only reluctantly look at the two prey in front of their mouths before leaving resentfully.
"Go sit over there." After the ghosts retreated, Oink pointed at the table closest to the counter and signaled for Feng Bujue and Passing Rain to sit there.
The two of them exchanged glances and came to a tacit understanding. They went to the table together, put the lantern on the table, and sat down facing each other.
Without a doubt, the fifth mission in the ballad had begun. The good news was that the plot related to the pig-headed uncle did not seem to require fighting. Based on his murderous aura … even if the two players were at their peak condition, fighting him would result in certain death.
After Feng Bujue and Passing Rain sat down, Oink started to get busy. He took out something from the fridge and walked to the counter to wash and cut …
Standing up and walking around might cause some undesirable consequences. Feng Bujue did not want to take that risk, so he stretched his neck to look into the kitchen. However, the counter was close to the wall at the other end of the kitchen. Oink's body blocked Feng Bujue's sight completely.
Based on the sound … Oink should have taken out two large pieces of meat from the fridge. He peeled off the skin, chopped them into pieces, and tossed them into two pots of soup.
As someone who often cooked, in this kind of quiet environment, Chen Ge could tell what was going on from the sound and smell.
Feng Bujue was familiar with cooking a pig with a human, and from the looks of it, the process of cooking a human with a pig was similar …
However, Feng Bujue had no experience in cooking human meat, so he had no idea how the soup would smell. Assuming that one of the two pieces of meat that Oink cooked was his own kind and the other was Feng Bujue's kind, then … the 'bowl of human meat and bowl of soup' in the song would have to be 'tasted' to be able to tell the difference.
Oink was indeed meticulous in his cooking. Carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, minced garlic, red wine, cream, bay leaves, all kinds of spices, and so on … Putting aside his knife skills, he had used everything that should be used. The aroma that wafted out showed that the two pots of soup were well-seasoned.
Feng Bujue and Passing Rain did not plan to escape. They knew that would not work. Even if Oink did not stop them, once they were outside, the ghosts would not let them go. They might as well make use of the precious time to rest.
The two pots of soup took more than an hour to cook. During that time, Oink busied himself, adding seasonings and adjusting the heat. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the two players.
This was a good thing for Passing Rain's injury. After a long rest, from the menu, the bleeding status had finally disappeared. She no longer needed to use her hands to press on the wound, but her Life Points were still low. It had only returned to twenty percent.
Different from Stamina Points, the recovery of a player's Life Points was very slow. The recovery speed was only one-tenth of Stamina Points. Passive skills, potions, and healing skills could be used at a time like this, but unfortunately, these two did not have any of them.
Silence was a hotbed for thought. Feng Bujue had been thinking about something. He rearranged all the information that he had received since he entered the scenario, analyzing the current situation and the meaning of the last line of the song.
Feng Bujue had heard the name Oink before, but he could not remember when or where he had heard or seen the name. After searching in the attic of his brain for more than half an hour, he finally dug out the memory fragment.
Heaven's Butcher, Oink.
Feng Bujue slowly remembered the monologue that he had heard earlier. It was the words left behind by Oink before he was executed.
It was a short comic that told a dark and heavy story. In terms of content, it was much deeper than this scenario. This Oink before him probably had nothing to do with the main character of the story, just that he had the same name and appearance.
Perhaps the system wanted to use this monster to mock something? Feng Bujue could not help but think about it. Oink, who had once sent his own kind to the slaughterhouse every day, had finally cooked the human who had created and enslaved him. Was that something to be proud of?
A sound pulled Feng Bujue back from his thoughts. He followed the sound and realized that Oink had turned off the fire and was ladling soup into two bowls.
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