It's because I've sewn up so many corpses over the years that I have a wealth of experience, and I've even seen giants and corpse avalanches many times.
Otherwise, seeing such a disgusting scene, I would have already thrown up.
Suddenly, the fried dough stick in front of me made a move.
He slowly raised his right hand, and only then did I notice that his right hand was already badly ulcerated.
Moreover, the entire palm was curled up and deformed like a chicken foot that had been deep-fried for a long time, and the nail crevices were filled with blackish-red grease and what looked like meat scraps.
The most disgusting thing was that large chunks of skin peeled off his entire palm, revealing the pinkish-white, oily, cooked flesh underneath, with yellow fat granules faintly visible at the wound.
He pointed to my throat and made a hoarse sound and indistinct syllables.
I listened intently for a long time before I realized what he was saying.
"Guests, guests have arrived."
My lips twitched. What was with him mistaking us for guests?
One of the guests looked like he had just finished a long run and was in a very disheveled state.
Soon, I finally understood why he called us guests.
He took a plate from the table, then suddenly lifted his shirt to expose his belly, tore off a piece of greasy cooked meat, and threw it onto the plate with a thud.
"The food is served, please eat quickly."
After he finished speaking, he handed me the plate. I hesitated for a long time, but finally, despite feeling nauseous, I took the plate.
Looking at the cooked meat in the plate with live maggots crawling around, I couldn't help but feel nauseous again.
At that moment, I felt incredibly regretful. Why didn't I have Luo Tian and the others stand next to me? I could have had them help carry the plates.
I forced a smile.
"Okay, the food is ready. You can go back to the kitchen now."
But these things acted as if you couldn't hear them, their eyes fixed on me.
I frowned. Was he going to wait until I ate this before leaving? If so, I couldn't do that.
"Didn't you hear me? I told you you could leave."
I forcibly suppressed the feeling of nausea and spoke again.
This time, however, he finally reacted.
"What's wrong, guest? Are you not satisfied with the food I made? Why aren't you eating?"
Eat it? Eating even one bite of this stuff could shorten your lifespan by who knows how many years.
But this fried dough stick was incredibly bizarre.
I really don't want to fight him unless it's absolutely necessary.
"It's too hot now, we want to wait a while before we eat. You can go first, we want to chat for a bit."
But this time, the fried dough stick didn't react; its two empty eyes stared straight at me.
"No, can't you understand human language? We need to talk business, get back to your kitchen!"
Just then, Luo Tianhe stepped forward and roared at the fried ghost.
Luo Tianhe's roar sounded extremely abrupt in the silent corridor.
But I didn't blame him at all, because the maggots in the plate were almost crawling onto my hands. Even if he didn't say anything, I wouldn't be able to resist.
Upon hearing Luo Tianhe's roar, the fried dough stick seemed to have been reminded of unpleasant memories.
He turned his neck at a 40-50 degree angle and looked at Luo Tianhe.
"Would you like one too, sir?"
Before Luo Tianhe could even reply, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and plunged it into his own chest with a thud.
A sickening sound, like shoving a piece of ripe, rotten fruit, rang out!
The next moment, it forcefully scooped out a handful of yellowish-white fat and pink cooked meat!
It was held in my hand, dripping with oil and an unknown liquid.
It looked at Luo Tianhe and slowly handed him the steaming food it had taken out of its own body.
Immediately, Luo Tianhe's expression changed.
When that fried dough stick handed me the "food," at least it had a plate with it.
And now, perhaps because Luo Tianhe's roar offended him, he actually just handed it to him like that.
Seeing the plump, white maggots still wriggling in his hand as he fried the dough stick, Luo Tianhe gagged again.
If he hadn't just thrown up his leftovers, he probably would have thrown them up again by now.
"Sir, are you not satisfied with my food?"
Seeing that Luo Tianhe hadn't taken the food yet, the fried dough stick spoke again, this time with a hint of anger in his voice.
Its mouth, stretched to its ears, opened wide, revealing charred teeth and dripping saliva mixed with blood.
As he spoke, he suddenly took a step forward. Seeing him move forward, Lu Tianhe couldn't help but retreat repeatedly, as if trying to avoid him at all costs.
Damn it, I can't take it anymore.
I could no longer suppress the nausea and disgust in my heart, and I slammed the plate of cooked meat crawling with maggots into the face of the fried dough stick!
"Damn it, I'm not cut out for this stuff, you can have it yourself!"
I took the Seven Star Step, quickly pulled out a yellow talisman, wrapped it around my right hand and made a sword-finger gesture, and then, like a sharp sword, stabbed straight at the face of the fried ghost!
The plate smashed into its face, shattering and splattering maggots and rotting flesh everywhere. The sudden attack momentarily stunned it.
My fingertips, already imbued with the True Flame of Exorcism, plunged fiercely into the hole in its chest!
Immediately, Luo Tianhe looked at me with immense gratitude; he truly couldn't take it anymore!
The nausea and vomiting that went straight to the depths of his soul made him feel that there was no point in living.
As I moved, the fried dough stick suddenly let out a shrill scream.
At the same time, my expression was extremely unpleasant. The texture of this fried dough stick was so disgusting that even calling it repulsive would be an understatement.
The fried dough stick swung his arms frantically, flinging the fresh ingredients he had just taken out, which almost hit Li Huai behind him, scaring Li Huai half to death.
The spot where I touched him was quickly burned, turning into wisps of smoke and disappearing.
The hole had visibly expanded!
But I looked grim, knowing that this guy had only suffered superficial injuries.
"You ungrateful wretch! If you don't eat, you'll become food!"
He let out a venomous roar, as if it were truly our fault, and with his roar, the temperature in the entire kitchen suddenly rose.
On the walls and ceiling, those oil stains that were originally just slowly seeping out...
At this moment, it surged out like a flood that had been released from its dam!
The grease instantly covered our ankles and was still rising rapidly!
From the oil slick, countless ghostly hands formed from the oil slick reached out to grab us, and I dodged them repeatedly.
"Brother Yan!" Li Huai cried out in terror.
He couldn't dodge in time, and his calf was grabbed by a hand made of grease, instantly burning his skin until it became red, swollen, and blistered!
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