The atmosphere in the restaurant became a little tense, but the guests did not let this change affect their dining experience.
Or rather, they have become accustomed to it, as long as it does not affect their meals.
Qin Nuo walked over, looked at the Stitched Ghost, and asked calmly, "Is there something wrong?"
A slanted-eyed ghost grabbed a blood-red heart, placed it on the table, and said with a grin, "I'll treat you to something to eat."
Qin Nuo glanced at his heart and shook his head: "Not interested."
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave."
An arm like a dead branch blocked Qin Nuo's way.
The eyeballs that looked like stitched ghost pendants stared at Qin Nuo and said with a smile: "Eat before you leave."
"Don't people always say that you are what you eat? Eating a heart will make you braver, right? If you don't appreciate our kindness, don't blame us."
Qin Nuo narrowed his eyes, but thinking of Pinocchio's words, he said, "I don't like to cause trouble in the restaurant."
"If you insist on asking for trouble, don't blame anyone else."
At this table, except for the stitched ghost, the other three ghosts are equally strong. Although the third blood eye has been opened, Qin Nuo is still a little worried when the real fight comes.
The blood-eyed ghost looked indifferent.
He remained silent.
"Aiya!"
Suddenly, a childish voice was heard.
Then, a chubby white baby wearing a bellyband lay on the dining table, babbling, sat down in front of the stitching ghost, and picked up the knives to play with them.
Several ghosts stared blankly, some unable to react.
"Human baby?" Stitched Ghost frowned and then looked towards the waiter.
"Hey, we didn't order this snack!"
The squinting ghost stared at the baby's white and tender flesh with greed, and saliva kept dripping onto the dining table from the corners of his mouth.
"It's okay to order the wrong thing. It's rare to find such delicious food."
"I want it!"
Facing the squinting eyes of the ghost, the baby was not afraid. Instead, he held up his knife and fork and laughed.
Qin Nuo stared at the baby, feeling a little confused.
Why does this baby look so familiar?
Just as the slant-eyed ghost picked up the cutlery, his eyes almost bloodshot, a pair of white little hands picked up the baby.
"Xiaoxiao, be good. Grandma hasn't finished drinking yet. Don't run around, okay?"
A little girl with twin ponytails was holding a baby and putting a bottle of milk into the baby's mouth.
The baby held the bottle and sucked it gurglingly, his eyes narrowed, looking intoxicated.
The little girl smiled with satisfaction and turned to go back to her dining table.
The squinting ghost narrowed his eyes and called out to the little girl, "Is this little ghost your food? Or your pet?"
The little girl didn't look at him. Instead, she gently wiped the sweat from her forehead and replied coldly, "Pet? Food? Are you going to be one?"
"This is my good sister, a member of the family."
Upon hearing this, several ghosts suddenly burst into laughter, slapping the table, causing the dishes to vibrate and bang.
This action, paradoxically, attracted the attention of many guests. Looking at the little girl and the baby, they thought of something.
Some of the guests turned away with fear on their faces.
Some of the guests looked over with interest, their eyes meaningful and filled with a certain mockery.
Looking at the stitched ghosts who were laughing so hard that their heads fell back, the little girl tilted her head and asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"
The Stitching Ghosts didn't explain, but instead said jokingly, "It's not important what you're laughing at, but your good sister just climbed onto our dining table and soiled our food. How are we going to handle this?"
The slant-eyed ghost was still thinking about the baby, and swallowed his saliva and said, "Leave your good sister here, and we can let it go."
The little girl's eyes were clear, like an innocent child who had never seen the dangers of the world. She continued to ask, "What else would happen?"
The Stitched Ghost looked at her and sneered menacingly, "If the food on the table becomes you, we will brutally divide you up."
"For example, the first step is to remove your head and then dig out the inside..."
The Stitched Ghost stopped talking mid-sentence.
I saw that the little girl was holding a head in her hand at some point. The eyes took up half of the face, as if it was cut with a knife, from the corner of the forehead to the jaw. The mouth was also tilted and twisted, revealing a row of teeth like a rake.
It was the head of the squinting ghost.
Looking at the dining table again, the head of the slant-eyed ghost was gone, and black liquid gushed out, splashing all over the table and chairs.
The little girl looked at the startled ghosts and asked, "Is that so?"
An invisible oppression suddenly filled the dining table.
The stitching ghosts suddenly realized that something was wrong, stood up abruptly, but then sat down slowly again.
Behind them, a man in a suit with a cold face stood up at some point.
Adjusting his sunglasses, the man in the suit said calmly, "Miss, how should we deal with this?"
"Handle it normally."
The little girl waved her hand nonchalantly and turned to leave.
The man in the suit glanced at Qin Nuo and asked, "Is this the same?"
She didn't even look at what Qin Nuo looked like, and nodded as she was planning to be a guest at the same table.
At this moment, the stitching ghosts were sweating profusely and sitting there, not daring to move.
"Um, long time no see?"
Qin Nuo, however, greeted the little girl abnormally.
The sudden change was beyond Qin Nuo's expectations, and what he didn't expect was that he met an old acquaintance again.
Isn’t this little girl the customer who liked to add hair scraps to her milk tea last time?
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
