She had short hair and looked exceptionally clean. She was wearing a black tracksuit and smiled as she waved to Yan Qing.
"Oh dear, Mu Zihan is always like this; she doesn't talk much."
A girl in pink's laughter reached her ears, "Qingqing, you're not angry, are you?"
Yan Qing smiled slightly, "Of course not."
She feigned a puzzled look, "I wonder what Mu Zihan wanted when she knocked on my door?"
"Oh! We're inviting you to dinner!" As the girl in pink spoke, a girl in light blue pajamas walked out of the yellow room.
She looked just like a normal person, completely clean, with no visible wounds.
However, her face was pale, her hands hung limply, and her gait was unusually strange, as if she had no bones to support her.
What's even more chilling is that her mouth was sewn shut with colorful silk thread, extending all the way to both sides of her cheeks.
What a bright and cheerful smile!
Yan Qing saw the words "Meng Fan" pasted on her yellow door.
She turned to look at the girl in pink; she must be Yu Lele.
Yu Lele smiled happily at her, but Yan Qing noticed that the festering wounds on her face seemed to have worsened. White maggots and cockroaches kept moving in and out of her face.
Seeing that everyone was present, Yu Lele clapped her hands. "It's lunchtime! We're going to eat together. I prepared lunch today, so please don't be shy!"
Then she turned and went to her red room, bringing out a large plate full of unidentified objects.
A strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of decay assaulted Yan Qing's taste buds, almost making her vomit.
Looking at the plate again, she saw it was filled with all sorts of rotten, decaying flesh. Fresh blood mixed with pus and some unknown black liquid made her feel full instantly.
The three of them ignored it and started eating it right away. It looked as if they were eating some kind of delicacy.
With Meng Fan's mouth sewn shut, she simply lifted her chin and peeled off her entire face from below.
Amidst the blood and gore, only two rows of neat white teeth could be seen, chewing happily, one up and one down.
Yan Qing remained motionless.
The three of them stopped what they were doing and stared blankly into her eyes.
Yu Lele pulled the cockroach that had fallen off her face, pressed it back into the wound, and smiled at her.
"Qingqing, why aren't you eating?"
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