Upon hearing Jing Le's complaints, Emperor Jing and his companion's pupils contracted sharply. Even though they had seen much of the world,

I've never seen anyone eat human flesh, especially corpses.

I feel like throwing up.

Fortunately, Emperor Jing and Duan Feibai were no ordinary people, and they did not give themselves away.

"Please enjoy your meal, esteemed guest. We will not disturb you any longer."

After the village chief finished his introduction, he left with his people, giving the space to Jing Le and his group.

"Shadow One, go outside and keep watch. The rest of you, deal with these things."

Emperor Jing spoke in a deep voice. He didn't want to face the dishes on the table. Thinking of the scene Jing Le had described, he felt nauseous.

"yes."

Yingyi retreated to the door to stand guard, and sure enough, the village chief and his family in the next room were peeking in their direction.

Seeing Yingyi look over, he even smiled, but there was a hint of eeriness in his smile.

Meanwhile, Fang Qi and the others who were in charge of preparing the food immediately found cloth bags and emptied the food. One of them went out of the window to deal with what he was holding.

Jing Le looked at Fang Qi, who had climbed out the window, with sympathy, and sighed silently for the silly child.

Oh dear, poor kid. I wonder what might happen to him going out alone. I hope he doesn't get scared out of his wits.

Emperor Jing patted Jing Le's head, thinking that the outside might not look like it did when they first came in, and felt sorry for Fang Qi.

Ahem, it wasn't that he was gloating, but his Dragon Shadow Guards really lacked training. They should learn more from Shadow Three and the others.

Look how composed they are now, thanks to Lele's training.

Even the usually talkative Shadow Six was much more composed.

If Fang Qi knew that the entire Dragon Shadow Guard was being disliked because of him, wouldn't he feel heartbroken?

At this moment, Fang Qi was carrying the food he needed to dispose of, intending to find a secluded place to throw it away, but all the houses here were close together...

He had no choice but to head towards the village entrance.

As a result, they could not go any further than two or three meters from the village entrance.

The area ahead was shrouded in darkness, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"That's not right. There's clearly moonlight in the sky. It's impossible that we can't see anything at all."

Fang Qi looked up in confusion at the high-hanging moon, puzzled, and tossed the thing in his hand into the darkness ahead.

They could never be found again.

The bizarre scene sent a shiver down Fang Qi's spine:

"Hiss, this is so creepy. I'll have Sixth Brother come over and take a look later. He doesn't seem to be afraid of these things."

"Brother, why are you leaving my ear here?"

Just as Fang Qi lifted his foot to turn back, a soft call came from behind him.

"Who?" Fang Qi was certain there was no one behind him, so the voice was... a ghost?!

The moment this idea came to him, his scalp tingled with anxiety.

With a stiff neck, I slowly looked back.

A young man, holding a pair of bloody ears in his hands, walked stiffly toward Fang Qi.

As the man approached, in the dim moonlight, he saw that blood was flowing continuously from where the other person's ear used to be.

The blood was black and had a foul odor.

"Does my brother not like eating my ears? Is that why he wants to throw them away?"

The man looked at Fang Qi with innocent eyes, the scene was extremely bizarre.

Before Fang Qi could say anything, another aged voice rang out.

"Young man, don't you like eating my leg? The village chief said the meat on this leg has both lean and fatty parts, and it smells delicious when stir-fried. Don't you like it?"

Fang Qi then realized that the sound was coming from the bag of food he had just thrown away.

An old man with a limp was hopping towards this side, hugging one leg.

Behind them followed a middle-aged woman who seemed fairly normal, except she was holding a bowl and said in a quiet, unassuming voice:

"Young man, this pig brain is freshly picked, it's so tender, it took me a lot of effort to squeeze it out."

Fang Qi, with his sharp eyes, spotted a large hole in the back of the aunt's head.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Before Fang Qi could even scream, he retched and frantically rushed towards the village chief's house, gathering his inner strength.

But inside, he was screaming: "Ahhh, Sixth Brother, help me! There's a ghost! It's not a ghost!"

These people, I don't know what they are, and that village chief, the food he cooked for us was ears, brains, and human thighs... Ugh...

"bump!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the window slammed shut. Fang Qi, panting, looked at the people inside the room, as if he had come back to life.

Not daring to be presumptuous in front of Emperor Jing, she ran to Ying Liu's side and cried.

"Waaaaah, Sixth Brother, it's so scary outside, just now..."

Fang Qi recounted everything that had happened to everyone in the room. Except for Jing Le and the other two, everyone else listened intently.

"What? Those are human ears, brains, and thigh meat? Ugh..."

The few who had been drooling the most suddenly felt nauseous, but dared not go out to vomit alone, so they could only hide in a corner to calm themselves down.

Just thinking about it makes me feel disgusted. What if I were to be chased around by them like Fang Qi, asking if it tasted good?

The group shuddered, instantly relieved that it wasn't them who had gone out.

"Master, my lord, what should we do?"

Ying San asked, "Actually, how to do it depends on Jing Le's arrangements."

What do you think, Lele?

Emperor Jing inquired about Jing Le, who was in his arms.

"Why not? Let's go! They're already waiting outside."

As soon as Jing Le finished speaking, the door was pushed open from the outside by the village chief, whose first words were:

"Is our guest dissatisfied with the food we prepared? Why is it being thrown away so carelessly?"

His eyes were unfathomable, and his face grew increasingly pale, making him appear incredibly eerie in the dim light of the oil lamp.

The people following behind the village chief were the same people Fang Qi had described.

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