Chapter 51
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The reason why Han Fei dared to enter Room 1052 was because he had thought about it carefully.
He had stayed for 3 hours and completed the hidden mission, he could log out of the game at any time.
Furthermore, Meng Si did mention that the tenant of Room 1052 had not harmed anyone, she even saved Chen Chen who had accidentally wandered upstairs.
Even though the woman had a sickly expression, a strange pet, and a knife that chopped off the faceless ghost's head, Han Fei still thought she would be a good neighbor.
The reason was simple, this woman had just saved his life by killing the ghost that tried to harm him.
Staring at the woman's blood red back, the knife, the head, the lips that were as red as blood, that was the first impression the woman left on Han Fei.
Opening the door that was filled with the word 'death', a strange scent drifted out from inside the room.
Room 1052 was connected to Room 1051 but the smell from inside the room was completely different.
The dim light shone on the woman's pale face. The bright red dress was glaring. After Han Fei entered the room, the woman closed the door behind her.
Hearing the door close, Han Fei's heart raced.
He looked around. The room was stranger than he expected.
A large dining table was placed in the middle of the living room. On it were many exquisite plates and each plate was filled with fragrant 'delicacies'.
If that was all, Han Fei would not have been so afraid but the problem was none of these 'delicacies' was something a normal person would eat.
'Mannequins? Pictures? Hair? '
The 'delicacies' on the plates were of different shapes and sizes. Just looking at them made Han Fei uncomfortable. He wanted to retreat out of instinct but his body brushed against something cold.
When he turned back, a pale arm fell on his shoulders. The cold fingers caressed the back of his neck.
"What do you like to eat?" The woman's voice echoed in Han Fei's ears. There was a kind of fragrance in her words, a fragrance that could cause fear in Han Fei's heart.
"I don't know what I like to eat either. I come from a poor family, I'm already grateful to have something to eat." Han Fei did not dare to answer casually, he was afraid that the woman would do something crazy. For example, he liked meat and the woman would just take it from him.
"Children who are not picky are the easiest to feed." The woman's cold fingers moved away from Han Fei's neck. The meaning behind her words was unclear. Then she carried the faceless ghost's head into the kitchen.
"Easy to feed?" After the woman entered the kitchen, Han Fei's eyes turned to the knife on the dining table.
The woman seemed to have many of those blood-stained knives. Each of them was different in length, style, and function.
'She used this to stab through the faceless ghost's head …' Han Fei did not have a way to protect himself. He moved closer to the table and reached out to touch the knife on the table.
A warm sensation spread from his fingertips into his body. Then a shrill scream rang in his ears. Startled, he quickly pulled his hand back.
At the same time, the System's voice sounded in his mind.
"Notification for Player 0000! You have discovered a Grade G Blood Item — Bloodstained Table Knife. "
"Bloodstained Table Knife: A cursed knife, extremely sharp. Long-term use will cause the user to want to cut people and things around them."
This was the first time Han Fei had encountered such a cursed object. They appeared to be able to harm ghosts but the price to pay was that the user would be cursed as well.
Thinking back to the tenants of Room 1052, Han Fei decided it was best not to touch their stuff.
Just as Han Fei's mind wandered, a rich aroma drifted out from the kitchen. He swallowed involuntarily and turned to look into the kitchen.
The kitchen door was half-open. Han Fei could make out a blurry red figure.
He sniffed the aroma in the air as he walked towards the kitchen.
His finger landed on the doorknob. Han Fei was about to push the kitchen door open on its own when it opened on its own.
The woman holding the black pot appeared at the kitchen door. She looked at Han Fei with a smile. Fresh blood stained her fingers.
The alluring aroma drifted out from the pot but the faceless man's head was nowhere to be seen.
"I have a special need for food, I've been searching for the ultimate taste." The woman walked forward with the pot. She moved so fast that Han Fei staggered back. "You should be hungry as well, right?"
She scooped out 2 spoonfuls of meat stew from the pot and then dumped the rest of the contents into the dustbin.
Han Fei sighed in relief when he did not see the faceless man's head inside the pot.
"What's wrong?" The woman heard Han Fei's intake of breath. She placed the pot on the table and turned to look at Han Fei.
"Isn't this too wasteful?" Han Fei's face was filled with pity. "The meat you cook smells so good, it's such a waste to throw it away."
No one disliked being complimented. When the woman heard Han Fei praise her cooking, the smile on her face brightened. "The meat is just a side dish, what I want is the soup. Furthermore, these side dishes won't go to waste, I'll feed them to my pet. "
"You'll feed them to Room 1051?"
"That's right, he loves to eat my leftovers." The woman then walked back into the kitchen. When she opened the door, Han Fei saw some strange 'things' hanging inside the kitchen.
Han Fei had no idea what those things were but he felt like they were the kind of things a butcher would hang at a butcher's shop.
In just a few minutes, the woman had finished cooking several dishes. She placed the dishes on exquisite plates and invited Han Fei to join her at the large dining table.
"I've been here for a long time and you're the third guest to visit my home." The woman lifted the lid and the aroma of food filled the room.
Han Fei's fingers twitched but when he saw the food on the plate, he lost all desire to eat.
Before Han Fei was a plate of animal organs. They were still stained with blood. This was the most normal dish on the table.
Other than the animal organs, there were some plants that Han Fei had never seen before and various kinds of strange meats.
"Why aren't you moving your chopsticks?" The woman picked up the napkin from the table and wiped her lips lightly.
Her action was graceful but the lipstick on her lips did not disappear. If anything, it became brighter like it was not lipstick but blood.
"You haven't eaten because my cooking isn't good enough? Or are you worried that my dishes are made from human flesh? "The woman smiled brightly. She reached out her right hand and placed it lightly on her cheek.
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