Not long after, the pig-headed man came out of the kitchen with two bowls of hot and fragrant meat soup.
He walked to Feng Bujue and Passing Rain's table and placed the two bowls on the table. Then he said, "Of these two bowls, one is human meat soup, and the other is pork soup." His eyes scanned the two of them. "Pick one each. Those who drink pork can leave this place alive, and those who drink human meat … go into the freezer and be my next bowl of soup."
Oink's large body cast a shadow that blocked the light from the kitchen. In the dim light of the lantern, the two bowls of golden meat soup on the table looked alluring, and the aroma filled their nostrils.
"I have to warn you, do not leave any soup behind, throw it away, or spit it out. Otherwise, both of you will be thrown into the freezer," Oink added.
The two bowls on the table did not have the main ingredient; Oink only had the clear broth in them. The two bowls of broth had the same color, and there was a layer of grease on the surface. However, the broth itself looked clear. Visually, the two bowls of broth looked the same.
Similarly, from the smell, one could not tell the difference. The two bowls of broth were seasoned using the same method. The seasoning, spices, and red wine completely covered the greasy smell of the meat. Human's sense of smell was not that sensitive in the natural world, and in this situation, it was not reliable to rely on smell to tell the difference.
Therefore, there was only one solution left … to taste it.
Even though Thriller Paradise was good at replicating the smell of disgusting substances like blood, organs, and sewage, as long as the players could overcome their psychological barrier, there was nothing that they could not eat. Things like chewing glass and swallowing nails could be done, but it would cause damage to the esophagus, decrease in Life Points, bleeding, and illness.
After ten seconds of internal struggle, Feng Bujue seemed to have made up his mind. He picked up a random bowl of soup, and without saying a word, ignoring the fact that it was still hot, he raised his head to drink it. In less than ten seconds, he finished it all.
Passing Rain looked at him and thought, I don't have any other choice. I'll have to finish the remaining bowl. At worst, I'll die.
Who would have thought that after Feng Bujue finished his bowl, he would grab the other bowl from the table without saying a word. He brought it to his lips and gulped it down. Similarly, he finished it in less than ten seconds.
Passing Rain was stunned. Initially, she did not get it, but after a few seconds, it dawned on her … The first bowl that Feng Bujue drank must have been pork soup. After he finished it, he knew that the bowl on the table was stewed with human flesh. To protect her, he snatched the bowl away from her and drank it …
Feng Bujue's plan, but things were not that simple.
Before he drank the soup, he did think, no matter what, he was a girl. Therefore, he had to make the first move and drink as fast as he could. If he had picked a bowl of human meat soup, then so be it, he would have just died. And if he picked the pork soup, he would snatch the bowl of human meat and drink it.
However, the plan was just a plan … After he started drinking, the situation changed.
The first bowl of soup, frankly speaking, tasted quite good. Even in such a scary atmosphere, for that moment, Feng Bujue felt a sense of satisfaction like he was enjoying a delicious meal.
Therefore, he confirmed that this bowl of soup was not made of human meat. If it was, then his problem was not just the loss of fear. He probably had the same hobby as Professor Hannibal …
But when he tasted the second bowl, Feng Bujue was stunned. The taste of this bowl of soup … was the same as the first bowl.
He threw caution to the wind and drank it in one gulp. After he finished both bowls, he was confused … "Which bowl is the human meat and which bowl is the soup?"
"What do you think you're doing?" Oink stared at Feng Bujue and asked in a low voice, "Protecting your friend, is it? Humph … Can't I get two more bowls? "
Hearing that, Feng Bujue slammed the table and stood up instantly. He glared at Oink with a very arrogant gaze. The line that he did not say out loud was, "Do you think I won't trip you?"
Oink was unfazed. He calmly turned around and walked into the kitchen. As he walked, he said, "Follow me." This was obviously directed at Feng Bujue.
Passing Rain quickly grabbed his arm. She looked into Feng Bujue's eyes and shook her head. She believed that Oink's invitation was to cut Feng Bujue up like a grain reserve.
But Feng Bujue merely smiled and waved his hand. At the same time, he returned the ownership of the lantern to Passing Rain. Before he left, he used his finger to write "Wait for me" on her palm. Then he made a gesture, telling her to sit down.
For some reason, Feng Bujue's action was very reassuring. It was as if he would be back in no time.
…
After following Oink deeper into the kitchen, since Passing Rain was not there, Feng Bujue could speak after lowering his voice. He opened his lips to say, "Those two bowls are not made from human flesh, right?"
"Of course not," Oink said. "But that doesn't mean that I can't make them … I invited you in because I want you to see what I have." He walked to the freezer and opened the door to a forty-five degree angle. Standing in front of the door, he took out a piece of meat that was about a meter long and in a U-shape. It was hanging on a metal hook, and with a swing of his hand, he placed it on the cooking table.
Upon closer inspection, one would realize that it was the lower half of a human's body.
"The kid in the well was a coward when he was alive, but after he died, he not only killed his enemy, he also killed many ruffians who had no grudge against him," Oink said. Oink said, "After being injured by the Onmyoji, he was still restless, so I went to cut him into two to make him behave."
As it spoke, it pulled out an armless corpse from the huge freezer and said, "This is a ridiculous music teacher. He was very self-righteous when he was alive. He felt that being a teacher was a waste of talent. He always wanted to be a composer, but the things he wrote were rubbish. Until one day, when he was making rubbish alone in the music room, he had a heart attack and became a ghost who forced others to listen to his performance."
At this point, Feng Bujue had a general idea of what was going to happen next. "Let me guess … there is a dead child inside the freezer?"
"You killed the dead child," Oink replied. He took out a female body that had been gutted from the freezer. "This is its mother. Just as you guessed, before she committed suicide, she cut open her pregnant stomach with resentment."
Then, Oink closed the freezer door and took out a glass bottle from one of the cupboards. The bottle was filled with blood, and two human eyeballs were soaked in it. "This was a beautiful girl, especially her eyes, they were very attractive. She was very vain and knew how to use her beauty to achieve her goal. She dated several boys at the same time and had them buy her expensive things to please her. "One day, some of the girls who were jealous of her forced her head into the sink that was filled with water. They only wanted to 'teach her a lesson', but they were blinded by jealousy, and sin overflowed from their minds and bodies. When the blood in the girl's lungs dyed the water red, they realized that tragedy had already happened. " He paused. "This ghost's resentment is very strong, and she has killed many people. Even after I gouged her eyes out, it did not stop her. If anything, it only increased her habit of collecting eyeballs."
Feng Bujue said, "Then … the dimension that the 13th step leads to is related to you as well?"
"Where do you think the people who were killed by the ghosts earlier have gone?" Oink replied.
"Er … You created that dimension to be a trash can for dead souls?" Feng Bujue asked. "But what is with the ghosts outside now?"
"I should be the one asking you that," Oink replied. Oink asked, "Why would the ghosts outside the school gather here to hunt you down?"
That gave Feng Bujue an epiphany. After breaking the rules, the system assigned ghosts to hunt them down had nothing to do with Ye Jie High School.
"I have no idea …" He replied half-heartedly and quickly changed the topic. "You told me all this because you are like the guardian of this place, right? Then I want to ask, why are you here to make the human meat soup? Other than that, what is the meaning of the last line of the song? "
"Naturally, I am here to help you," Oink said. "Or rather, to help those who have the courage to drink the soup."
When Feng Bujue heard that, he suddenly realized something. He opened the game menu, and he knew something was wrong … He had done something wrong. So, the two bowls of soup could recover his Life Points. Now that his Life Points were full, even though he could not tell how much one bowl of soup could recover, it was definitely a waste.
He thought about it and realized there was more to this mission than met the eye. It was not only a test of courage but also a test of who would drink the soup first and how would they react after drinking it.
If there was only one person who triggered the mission, then it would be a test of courage. However, if there were two players, then there would be many variables. If both of them had their own agenda, then neither of them would drink the soup first, afraid that they would drink the bowl of human meat, but at the same time, they hoped that the other would drink the bowl first …
"With regards to the last line of the song," Oink continued, "You will understand when you get to the school gate."
"Hmm … Is that so …" Feng Bujue replied with some thought. He understood that Oink's words had given him the location to trigger the last mission of the Seven No Thoughts.
Feng Bujue then asked, "I'm sorry … but can I have another bowl of the soup that you gave me earlier?"
"Do you want to give it to your partner?" Oink replied, "Sure …" He paused for two seconds before continuing, "But the third bowl will be extra. What are you going to give me in exchange?" Oink's eyes suddenly turned menacing. "An arm? A pair of eyes? "
Feng Bujue felt like something was not right. This Butcher of Heaven was neither good nor evil. No one could tell whether he would be friend or foe in the next second. When he heard the terms arms and eyes, Feng Bujue instinctively took out the kitchen knife from his inventory and prepared to use Child's Lower Whip Kick to protect himself.
"A kitchen knife?" Oink snatched the weapon from Feng Bujue's grasp. He was so fast that the latter did not even have time to react. "Looks not bad …" He weighed it in his hands and waved it around. He glanced at Feng Bujue from the corner of his eyes. "Go get the soup."
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