At this moment, Wan Jiajun, who had been abandoned, stared blankly at Alice as she walked away into the distance. He reached out his hand, but knowing there was no chance, he turned to look at Jiang Yingxue.
"Xue, Xue'er, save me, save me!" Wan Jiajun coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggled to get up, and moved his body to reach out to Jiang Yingxue.
"Do you know that official? Could you please beg him to save me? Please save me!"
Upon seeing this, Jiang Yingxue felt as uncomfortable as if she had eaten a piece of poop.
How could she have fallen for someone like that? This feeling of being swarmed by flies is so unbearable.
Without any response, Jiang Yingxue slowly took a step back, making her stance clear.
Wan Jiajun, you have only yourself to blame for everything.
Those monsters or people who had been bullied by Wan Jiajun looked at him with a hint of resentment after hearing these words.
Many of them were forced to sign contracts by Wan Jiajun, thus sealing their fate on this train, in this very instance. How could they not resent it? How could they not hate it?
"No, you can't!"
As the inferior people and strange creatures gradually approached him, Wan Jiajun roared, "You've gone too far! You dare to lay a hand on me? Do you know what the consequences will be?"
"You all must die, you all must die!"
It's unclear which words stung the hearts of those people and the monsters, but one of the little monsters stirred and pounced on Wan Jiajun's arm, tearing off a piece of flesh with its sharp teeth.
They were so hungry!
As a lowly person and a ghost in this instance, one receives very little food each day, which is also deducted by Wan Jiajun. One has to beg in a low voice even to drink water. Now that the high and mighty person has fallen to the ground, how can one possibly endure it?
Once there was a first, there was a second. Those humans hadn't eaten meat for a long time either. A girl who looked mentally unstable walked forward shakily, took a fruit knife from the bar, cut off Wan Jiajun's finger with one stroke, picked it up, licked it, and then excitedly ate it.
"No, no!"
"I'll sign! I'll sign!" Rather than watching himself be devoured, Wan Jiajun felt it was better to sign the contract; at least there would still be a chance!
But before Wan Jiajun could react, another finger was cut off, one after another, until all ten fingers were cut off. Without fingerprints, without fingers, there was no way to make a contract.
We can only wait to die!
Wan Jiajun was completely panicked. He could clearly feel his flesh being torn apart and his organs being removed. A group of madmen surrounded him and devoured him, just like those sashimi before the apocalypse, living and watching their own death.
The fear and excruciating pain almost drove Wan Jiajun insane. Since begging for mercy was useless, he recklessly started cursing. Just when Wan Jiajun thought he was about to die, his body suddenly felt lighter, and the gnawing movements disappeared.
Trying to open his eye, which still had one eyeball left, Wan Jiajun looked at the woman who had previously blocked him and was now favored by his former master. He stood beside her and slowly squatted down.
"You, you've come to... save me?"
"Are you Wan Haoting's son?"
Hearing Su Luo's words, Wan Jiajun slightly widened his unique eyes, coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked at Su Luo with trembling lips, and murmured, "...Yes, yes, haha, that old geezer, he has no ability to begin with, yet he wants me to become like him!"
"I finally climbed to this position, and now he wants me to go back?"
"What's the point of going back? To follow him around the streets and alleys? You won't even earn a few dollars a day!"
Wan Jiajun seemed very dissatisfied with his father, implying something like, "Why did you give birth to me if you have no money?" He didn't care about the strange creatures, but the few normal people present felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"How do you know him?" Wan Jiajun rolled his only eye, as if he had suddenly realized something. "You were the one he sent to escort me out?"
"Haha, hahaha, why should I? Someone like you would help him? Heh!"
"He's dead," Su Luo said curtly, interrupting Wan Jiajun. This man was even more shameless than she had imagined, practically a beast!
"Dead? Haha, good riddance. I was dragged down by him. He should have died long ago. If it weren't for him, how could I have..."
A mouthful of hot tea was poured into Wan Jiajun's mouth, silencing him from saying anything more.
"Cough cough, what did you give me to drink?"
"It's nothing. I just saw you were shouting so enthusiastically, so I brought you a cup of hot tea to warm you up." Su Luo disdainfully threw the teacup on the ground, clapped his hands, stood up, and beckoned to the contracted citizens on the train, "Come on, everyone, don't be shy, eat as much as you like."
At the same time, Wan Jiajun also noticed that his body seemed to have undergone some changes.
His once plump and fleshy body began to wither and dry up. After those people and monsters tore off a piece, it slowly recovered little by little, like a dried-up corpse that was not quite dead. It was neither alive nor dead, and it maintained its current state, becoming food for the lowest of the low that he despised the most!
"Rose...hot tea?!"
Looking at the cup of tea, Zhao Jinlai's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he murmured something under his breath.
That was a hot spring owner's ultimate weapon. Looking at his own figure, he had tried to find a hot spring hotel before, but there was no trace of it, so he gave up. Who knew that he would meet someone with hot rose tea here!
What's her relationship with the owner of the Rose Hotel? How can she casually produce hot rose tea! Thinking of this, the fat man stroked his large, thick chin, feeling that it was absolutely right of him to step in and protect this human girl!
Noticing the fat man's gaze, Su Luo thought for a moment, picked up the teapot on the table, poured out the tea, then made herself a cup and pushed it in front of Zhao Jinlai, "Rose hot tea."
"It might help with your figure."
"You helped me just now, so I'll help you too."
this……
Looking at the whole pot of hot rose tea, the fat man was so happy that he almost wanted to go up and hug Su Luo and give her a kiss.
This aroma and flavor are definitely rose hot tea!
Zhao Jinlai poured himself a cup and drank it without ceremony. Soon, the tea took effect. The fat on the originally excessively obese man's body began to shrink and shrivel rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the man who originally weighed several hundred pounds only weighed about two hundred pounds.
"This thing... is really useful!" Zhao Jinlai stood up, looked down and turned around, looking at his thinner figure with great satisfaction.
His abilities are unique, and obesity is inevitable. However, being too fat will hinder his movement. The output of the three-star monster dungeon, Rose Hot Tea, can suppress his fat growth to a certain extent, making him neither too fat nor too thin, just right!
“Young friend Su, I know where this stuff comes from. It’s not easy for you, as a human, to obtain rose tea. What I did just now was nothing. How about this, I’ll buy the tea!”
"I'll buy as many as you have, how about a pot worth a thousand gold pieces?"
Seeing that Su Luo didn't agree, the fat man continued to raise the price, "Not enough? How about ten thousand gold coins for a pot? Or one hundred thousand!"
"How about this, a fixed price of 500,000. 500,000 ghost money for a pot of hot rose tea. If young friend Su is willing, then we'll have a deal!"
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