When New Year's Day was approaching, Feng Qing received a reply letter, which said that the two sides agreed to have a good talk.

This instantly excited Feng Qing.

On the one hand, she was filled with a sense of pride that she had actually accomplished something big. You know, once a marginal person like her can do something shocking, she will talk about it for the rest of her life.

On the other hand, Feng Qing also expressed strong dissatisfaction with the fact that this handsome boy agreed to meet so easily.

Sure enough, he was just playing with the feelings of our An Huo!

These days, scumbags are really good at pretending! He looks decent at ordinary times, but isn't he also a person with different ideas and thoughts?

Although Feng Qing hasn't been in a relationship for more than 20 years, this doesn't prevent her from seeing the betrayal of a scumbag as if she were betrayed herself. She has been unable to sleep or eat recently.

So, after getting so angry, Feng Qing has actually lost weight recently.

In order to prevent the further development of fatty liver, Feng Qing often chews on a cucumber and eats dinner every two or three days.

When she is hungry, Feng Qing likes to go online to watch those food broadcasts that eat with big mouthfuls. Watching them eat high-calorie foods such as fatty meat cakes with big mouthfuls, her saliva is about to flow down.

"Baji, Baji, Baji..."

On this day, Feng Qing was chewing a cucumber while watching the food broadcast chewing fatty meat with shining eyes.

The sound of the food broadcast chewing the fatty meat was amplified by a professional microphone, and the sound was almost deafening.

The appetizing scenes are interspersed with the sounds of saliva, swallowing, and various oral sounds that are usually inaudible.

ASMR was quite popular in the past, but then it seemed to have been hit hard for some reason, but now there are many food streamers who also do ASMR part-time.

Just like the UP host that Feng Qing is watching, her radio equipment is relatively complete, there is almost no noise, and she doesn't talk much while eating, so it is very comfortable to listen to.

Feng Qing was fascinated by what he saw here.

"Brothers, today I'm going to make a big piece of fat meat, all oily, drink it now!"

Feng Qing was watching others eating braised pork here, and he was so greedy that he almost merged with the Husky next to him.

She imagined the scene of the fat and lean meat slowly melting in her mouth and bursting with amazing aroma, and heard her stomach begin to growl.

Ah, when her fatty liver is gone, she will definitely buy two pounds of pork belly, with garlic cloves, basil leaves, roll up a big piece and stuff it directly into her mouth.

...

However, at this moment, the hungry Feng Qing didn't know one thing.

In her backyard, there was a guest who was shivering with the sound of the person eating fat in the video. Every time

the UP host took a bite of meat, he trembled, and every time he took a bite of meat, he trembled.

No one knows what happened to him recently.

Wu Chuan has a lot of things to say to others.

But he can't say it.

His hearing is beyond ordinary people, so he can often hear some sounds that others can't hear.

Ever since he heard the strange noise in the cafeteria that night, he found that some strange changes seemed to have begun to occur in his body.

He couldn't tell others about this change, but it was indeed happening to him clearly.

He couldn't tell others that he seemed to have turned into a terrible monster.

An extremely terrible monster.

This was just Wu Chuan's guess.

He didn't tell anyone about this. After all, if he told it to others, they would think it was just whining.

Ha, what a ridiculous thing.

People in the world are all guessing what secrets are hidden in this inn, but none of them know that the truth of the matter is actually like this.

Wu Chuan felt a little hungry.

He clenched his fists painfully, then shut his mouth tightly, trying not to think about things that would arouse his appetite.

When he wrote to the people from the Six Gates before, this change had not occurred, but recently, he slowly felt it.

Wu Chuan buried his head in the quilt in despair, and that sound still rang in his ears, as if it was haunting him all the time.

And on the table in front of him, there was a letter with unfinished handwriting on it.

[Today is the twenty-fourth day of the winter month.]

[This is also the eighteenth day that I have persisted here.]

[That terrible sound rang again.]

[A sound as if flesh and blood were being torn apart. 】

【I felt as if there was a huge monster hidden in this inn. In this quiet and seemingly backward Jiangnan town, the terrible sound kept irritating my eardrums. 】

【I have never heard such a clear sound of flesh tearing, as if it was ringing in my mind. I only heard this sound when I chewed the meat myself, but now, they are ringing so clearly in my ears. 】

【What happened to me? 】

Wu Chuan listened to another terrible tearing sound.

This time the sound was louder. I am afraid that even he himself could not make such a loud sound when eating.

He wrote the letter tremblingly, and then sealed it in a secret piece of letter paper and tucked it under his pillow.

He knew that no one else in the inn could hear that sound.

Even the waiters in the inn seemed to ignore the sound.

The sound was clearly ringing in his ears, and it was so clear...

It was not just the sound of eating. The chewing sound was like the sound coming from his own mouth.

Wu Chuan started with careful testing, then repeated confirmation, and finally after eliminating various possibilities, a strange idea suddenly popped up one day.

- Could it be that he was the only one who could hear this sound? Or, was this sound coming from his own mind?

The letter for help had been sent out. He hoped that after a few days, when the people from the Six Gates showed up at the inn, they would know what terrible things had happened after seeing these letters. He had been looking forward to someone coming to the inn to save him.

However, at this moment, he suddenly didn't want that person to come at all.

What if that person came, and the chewing sound in his heart became louder, even so loud that he couldn't control it? What

if... he ate that guy?

Another terrible tearing sound came, and this time it seemed to be accompanied by the sound of bones falling off. Wu Chuan shuddered again and buried his head in the quilt.

Feng Qing finished eating her cucumber and sighed with melancholy. The taste of cucumber and braised pork was different after all. She was deceiving herself.

She checked the surveillance and found that a room in the backyard was still closed. The guest had not come out to eat for a day.

If he didn't come out to eat tonight, she would have to take some coercive measures, otherwise Feng Qing was afraid that he would starve to death in the room.

"But I heard that the guest seemed to be a story writer. I have been in ancient times for so long, but this is the first time I have seen a story writer. I wonder what the big brother writes?"

Feng Qing continued to look at the camera, and for some reason, the door of the room that had been closed for a day and a night was suddenly opened.

A pale-faced man rushed out and stumbled out.

"Huh?" Feng Qing was stunned and walked out subconsciously, "Where does this guest want to go? Why did he leave suddenly?"

She came to the guest room and wanted to see if there was a snake or a mouse in the room that scared the guest, and suddenly found a manuscript on the table.

Feng Qing subconsciously went over to take a look, and was instantly attracted.

She picked up the manuscript and read it for a long time, and suddenly raised her head with admiration on her face.

"Is this the father of Cthulhu in another world line? There is an inexplicable Cthulhu flavor in his writing?"

She silently took a few photos of this novel that seemed to use their inn as the background, preparing to keep it as a family heirloom.

If this big brother becomes rich in the future, I can still stay here as a memory or something.

As for whether my inn would feel unlucky or not when it was used as the background of the Cthulhu novel, of course not for a person like Feng Qing who has an abnormal way of thinking, it is a kind of honor, isn't it?

Anyway, the joys and sorrows of human beings are always different.

So no one in this world will ever know that while Wu Chuan was still in agony because of this incident, Feng Qing was silently saluting the birth of a great writer of the new century...

On this day, Feng Qing was chatting with stupid netizens on the Internet again.

The server of the forum she used to visit frequently has been unstable recently, sometimes working well and sometimes not, so Feng Qing stopped visiting the forum some time ago, but she finally got back to it recently.

Because of the forum server, the recent posts seem to be relatively quiet, but Feng Qing always feels that after the students go on vacation in a while, this forum will usher in a new wave of climaxes...

"Brother Time Traveler, you haven't updated your posts for a few months, right? How is it? Are you used to living in the alien world?"

"Habitual, too accustomed, I'm almost becoming a local here." Feng Qing's hands quickly recovered on the keyboard, "I tell you, now in this world, I already know everything, and nothing in this world will be unfamiliar to me."

"I see, the answer to how long it takes a time traveler to adapt to the original world is here."

"Brother Time Traveler always speaks so confidently, and then always slaps himself in the face."

"When did I slap someone in the face?" Feng Qing rolled her eyes. She glanced around and finally stopped at the monitor. "I've been here for a few months. I should have known some common sense, right?" The

so-called common sense is nothing more than eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping.

This is a person's instinct to live in this world. Knowing common sense is the basis for not being considered mentally retarded.

"If I can find some common sense that I don't know, then I will eat this screen in front of me on the spot!"

As soon as she finished speaking, someone next to her suddenly brought her a cup of tea and smiled softly at her.

"Are you thirsty? Have a sip of tea."

"Oh, thank you." Feng Qing picked up the tea beside him and took a sip silently, and then suddenly felt that the eyes next to him became more fiery.

Well, actually, there is something that Feng Qing has been wondering about recently. It is the beautiful lady in charge of □□ that he recruited some time ago. For some reason, she always gives people an extraordinarily fiery feeling.

Feng Qing pondered for a long time and thought, could it be that she wants to be a good friend with me?

The thought of this made her a little excited.

However, Feng Qing has not had many friends since she was a child, so she is not really sure. Are the eyes of her best friends so fiery?