Chapter 219
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Lanterns with the word 'meat' hung on the wall. The wooden tables and chairs were painted with dark red paint. Unknown insects crawled through the cracks on the floor.
The smell of meat tickled his taste buds. Standing at the door, Han Fei's instinct told him that this shop was not safe.
From the outside, the dumpling shop looked unassuming but once Han Fei stepped inside, he realized that the shop was very spacious.
Oil stains and stains could be vaguely seen on the crooked wooden table. It seemed that someone had just eaten something here.
From the thick layer of oil stains, they did not look like dumplings.
When Han Fei entered the shop, there were other customers in the shop but they paid no attention to Han Fei. They focused on the food in their bowls. The way they gobbled down the food made it look like they were going to eat their own chopsticks.
"This way please."
Standing at the entrance, Han Fei was hesitant about whether he should leave or not when he heard a man's voice.
He turned to the direction of the voice. The curtain to the kitchen was pulled back and a man wearing a pig's mask walked out.
He carried a large tray with 3 large bowls placed on it. The alluring smell came from the bowls.
"Please, have a seat. What would you like to eat?"
The man placed all three bowls on the table of another customer in the shop. The customer removed the lid on the bowl and directly grabbed something from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.
He ate with relish, completely forgetting about his swollen stomach and the stacked bowls on the other side of the table.
"Can I ask you something?" Han Fei still did not dare to walk into the shop. Staring at the man in the pig's mask, his heart shivered.
Drake and Weep did not give off any warning but it was probably not because they did not sense danger but because they were blinded by something.
"It's not too late to ask after the meal. You must be very hungry by now, right?" The man picked up the greasy rag to wipe the table. He did not force Han Fei to take a seat near the door.
Hearing the man's words, Han Fei had a feeling that the man was trying to tell him that it was time to leave after the meal.
This strange man wearing a pig mask looked very kind, but he gave off the feeling of an executioner on an execution ground.
When a butcher slaughtered a lot of animals, his body would carry a stench of blood and oil. It was the same for an executioner. However, killing people was different from slaughtering animals, so the smell they gave off was also slightly different.
"The menu is on the wall. Please order what you like." The man in the pig mask stood next to Han Fei. Being stared at by the ugly pig face, Han Fei felt uneasy. He had a feeling that the eyes under the mask did not belong to a human.
"Then I'll have a bowl of fresh meat dumplings." Han Fei pointed at the first dish.
"Just a bowl of dumplings?" The man did not leave. His strange eyes turned to the urn in Han Fei's arms. "I'm afraid one bowl of dumplings is not enough."
"Let's try a bowl first. If it tastes good, we'll order more." Han Fei's expression did not change, but in fact, his heart was already hanging by a thread. The other party had seen through the resentment hidden in the urn.
"Alright." The man seemed to be easy to talk to. He used the rag to wipe the table for Han Fei. "Please wait for a moment."
He placed a thermos on Han Fei's table. "The tea is in the cupboard at the front counter. Brew whatever you want."
With that, he yelled towards the kitchen, "A bowl of steaming fresh meat dumplings!"
After the man in the mask left, Han Fei quickly opened the urn to communicate with Drake. But when he saw Drake with his own eyes, he realized the situation was worse than he thought.
Han Fei just felt hungry and had the desire to eat.
The resentment inside the urn bit down on their own bodies. Their rationality was tortured to the brink of collapse by the hunger. Their faces were twisted and their eyes were filled with madness.
'This dumpling shop is so evil!'
Biting at their own bodies, the spirits were in desperate need of food. It appeared like food was the only thing that could calm them down.
Their state reminded Han Fei of Xu Qin. After Xu Qin used all her power, the curse was triggered. She only recovered after eating all the meat in the house.
'If I stay here any longer, I'm afraid my neighbours will turn on each other.'
Resentment was a combination of despair and pain. It was not easy for them to maintain their rationality. This situation was forcing them to lose control.
Hunger was the best trigger for malice. When hunger reached its limit, humans would do anything.
Han Fei stood up and was about to leave when the door to the dumpling shop was suddenly pushed open.
The cold wind blew away the smell of meat inside the shop. A middle-aged man with long hair and a pale face walked into the shop.
He was wearing a pure black shirt. The shirt appeared to be weaved from human hair. There were some strange patterns on it. Upon closer inspection, one would realize the patterns were human faces.
'This can't be a coincidence, right?'
The middle-aged man carried a wooden box that was dyed red. He reeked of a horrible stench. It appeared to be a mixture of perfume and the stench of decomposition.
Entering the shop, the middle-aged man found a random table and sat down. Then he opened the wooden box.
The smell of meat was instantly drowned out by the smell of blood. The other customer who was feasting also stared at him dumbly.
The middle-aged man did not mind that. When the worker in the pig mask walked out from the kitchen, he reached into the box and pulled out a human head.
'Is that him?'
The worker studied the human head. The pig mask changed. It looked like he was smiling.
"Close, but no."
Hearing this answer, the middle-aged man tossed the head back into the wooden box. "Who is the real butcher? This is already the fourth one. To get my hands on it, I was targeted by that madwoman. "
"She's not dead yet?"
"Should be soon." The middle-aged man's face darkened. His eyes shone with venom. He pulled out a table knife from the blood inside the wooden box. "I stole one of her knives, her curse is no longer complete."
The pale fingers were cut open by the blade and blood oozed out.
After the middle-aged man felt the pain, he did not let go. Instead, he gripped the knife tighter. "I hate curses the most!"
"Don't be angry, do you want something to eat?" The worker looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.
"The meat here, I don't dare …" The middle-aged man saw the dangerous look in the worker's eyes. He did not finish his sentence. Instead, he closed the wooden box and walked out of the shop.
The worker did not stop him. He returned to the kitchen.
"What bad luck."
The middle-aged man escaped from the dumpling shop. When he opened the door, Han Fei followed behind him.
Actually, he had already noticed Han Fei. This young man made him feel very uncomfortable, but he had no idea what was the source of that discomfort.
He turned into an alleyway. When the middle-aged man realized Han Fei was still following him, he finally stopped.
"This should be the first time we've met, right?" The middle-aged man turned back to stare at Han Fei. He held the wooden box and his voice was cold.
"Uncle, I have something to ask you." Han Fei's eyes stared closely at the wooden box in the middle-aged man's hands. "Where did you get that table knife from?"
"I pulled it out from a dead person's body." The middle-aged man sensed several chilling presences around the alleyway. He had a bad feeling about this.
"None of us are good people, we do things on impulse. Therefore, you'd better answer my questions while we can still communicate normally. Don't do something that we'll all regret."
Han Fei stared at the middle-aged man's face. He did not put on an act. His voice was cold and chilling.
"Move, I'm going back." The long-haired man gripped the wooden box. He stared at Han Fei but did not show any intention of speaking.
"I don't care where you live, if you can't answer me today, this little box in my hand will be your last home."
The black anaconda slithered into the ghost tattoo. Han Fei took out the red paper doll from his inventory.
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