Chapter 34 Carnivorous (6) Night Eating
“With the whole background of the tour, there is no tour guide, and the food is terrible. I really don’t know who else will come to this damn place except us big bastards. ..."
After getting off the table, Zhang Licai whispered in a low voice to express his dissatisfaction.
Chisi leaned over and smiled: "Maybe this tour was not prepared for living people, and dead people are not picky eaters."
His voice was very soft and soft, sounding sinister. Compassionate.
Zhang Lizai shuddered and shouted: "Don't scare me, I'm a timid person. I will pee my pants if I am scared."
Qisi satisfied his bad taste and hung down innocently Eye: "Brother Zhang, I'm sorry, I just said it casually..."
"I had a few words with Su Po just now, and when she talked about the boundary in the west of the village, she became secretive. I My father is a geographer and likes to study Feng Shui in his spare time. I have also been influenced by it. If I am not mistaken, there may be something valuable in the west of the village. If I can take it out..."
He opened his eyes and told lies. It showed just the right amount of eagerness to move.
Zhang Lizai patted him on the shoulder for no apparent reason: "Little brother, you are overthinking. If the things in the game do not follow the path of wish fulfillment, you will not be able to take them out even if you die."
"If I can take him out, there are mines in the mountains of the last dungeon. Would I still be so poor?"
Qisi's eyes narrowed slightly.
Things in the game cannot be brought into reality, so why can he bring the rose heart out of the game?
Facing Zhang Lizai's strange look, he smiled sheepishly: "Brother Zhang, I really don't know. I was so scared to death from the first copy that I didn't think about it at all. Later, when I thought about it, I began to wonder if this was true. "
"Little brother, let me tell you about it..." Zhang Lizai did not doubt that he was there and began to talk about what he knew. Weird game mechanics.
Qisi pretended to be grateful, and his stomach ached as he listened to the other party's clichés.
At this point, he has completely given up the idea of developing Zhang Lizai into a tool man.
The "friend" who had to keep him in reality because he was useful was already annoying enough, and adding another one in the dungeon... He just wanted this damn fat guy to die immediately.
After all the players left the table, Su Po put on her apron, carried the bucket and rag, and returned to the dining table to put away the pots and pans.
After Qisi dealt with Zhang Licai in a nice way, he walked to the dining table filled with leftovers: "Poor Su, let me help you clean up. It's already been very hard for you to cook such a big table of food. Go and have a rest. ”
His voice had just the right amount of concern, and his eyes looked very sincere.
Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Su Po's face softened a bit, she picked up the plate with her right hand, turned her head and grinned: "You are so polite, I can do it myself."
"Why is this so embarrassing?" Qisi pretended to grab the dinner plate in her hand.
When the fingertips touched the disgusting oil stain, they twitched reflexively, but they still held the edge of the plate firmly.
Su Po’s strength was weaker than expected, and Qisi snatched the dinner plate into his hands with just one effort.
Then, he let go as if he wasn't holding it firmly, and the plate fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
He apologized profusely and bent down to pick up the porcelain pieces. His foot slipped and his upper body stumbled and he was about to fall.
He grabbed Su Po's left hand.
This hand is cold and lacks elasticity, and has a sense of decay. The owner has obviously been dead for a long time.
"I'm so sorry, how much do these plates cost? I'll pay it to you." Qisi's acting skills are excellent, his voice and expression are full of shyness and apology.
He grabbed Su Po's left hand and straightened up, lifting up the latter's sleeve without leaving a trace.
On the covered arm, there were large patches of corpse spots and bruises, which looked like injuries from a fall; judging from the color, the corpse had been lain in a cold place for many years.
While cleaning up the mess on the floor, Su Po said politely: "You are a guest, how can I ask you to pay compensation?"
Qisi has got the information he wants and agrees immediately. Nodding: "Okay, then I won't compensate you."
Su Po: ...6.
It gets dark very quickly in the countryside, and the night falls in a short time.
In the dim light of the cold moon, only the outline of the house can be vaguely seen. The protruding trees sway gently in the silver-gray halo, looking from a distance like ghosts that dare not remain silent.
Qisi walked to the sink in the corner of the yard, washed the oil stains on his hands with warm water, and looked at the sealed ancient well next to it for a moment and then moved away.
He returned to his private room, bolted the door, put the cloth wrapped with the divine meat on the table, and wiped the dust on the bamboo mat with a clean rag before settling down.
He lay on the bed, took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and adjusted the pointer to nine o'clock to mark the time of darkness.
Drowsiness came over me quickly, my consciousness sank uncontrollably, but I didn't sleep soundly.
Later in the middle of the night, Zis opened his eyes from his sleep and heard his own "pounding" heartbeat, and inexplicably found that he was feeling scared.
The long-lost emotions that arose out of thin air were forcefully and undeniably stuffed into the bottom of my heart, spreading to the limbs and bones...
It was like a beast in the jungle encountering a natural enemy, every cell They were all trembling, and the fear engraved in their genes triggered their instincts, shouting "Run" and "Escape"...
The content of the dream was completely forgotten. Qisi put his hand under his neck and felt it. Sweating coldly, his eyes drifted to the system interface.
The identity card flashed crazily, and the tentacles and gray mist rolled in like a tidal wave. Bloody writing suddenly appeared on the panel, as if the crashed interface suddenly resumed operation, and lines of prompt text popped up in a delayed manner:
[Warning! God-level NPC (data deleted) appears, and the direction of the dungeon has undergone unknown changes...Data error...]
[The authority of the god-level NPC is second only to the world rules, and can appear in multiple copies at the same time and share memories. Players are advised to be careful and make careful decisions! ]
[The last player who looked directly at Him has fallen into madness. It would be a good choice to commit suicide before encountering Him... No, you are already crazy...]
God-level NPC? "Already crazy"?
Qisi stared intently at the broken sentences that could be called "dream relics", and after a long time he spat out three words: "What the hell?"
The moon hanging in the sky rises It was a bit high, so I could only see half of it through the window lattice while lying on the bed. With the moonlight leaking into the room from the window, Qisi glanced at his pocket watch.
The hour hand just fell on twelve o'clock, and he only slept for three hours despite all his efforts.
A feeling of hunger that came out of nowhere swept through his stomach - he was very hungry, very hungry, and wanted to eat something...
The sweet aroma of meat filled the air, and the hidden desires in his heart were aroused. Qisi's eyes fell on the white cloth bag on the table.
He knew that inside were the two pieces of divine meat that he brought from the dining table. Even though there is a thick layer of fabric, this unusual ingredient is still particularly tempting.
It's just that this thing is soft and feels as disgusting as snot...
Qisi tapped the roof of his mouth with his index finger, thoughtfully, and then heard a sound in the room in the distance. Noisy voices, like quarreling.
He got up and walked to the window, listening attentively.
The sounds of shouting and smashing things came one after another, and it seemed to be a fight caused by a verbal conflict.
Judge the distance by listening to the sound. The room where the dispute occurred was occupied by a tattooed woman and a skinny man who was forced into a room by her.
There is a high probability that other players will also wake up hungry in the middle of the night, but not everyone has the divine meat with them.
At a critical moment, human beings can do anything in order to survive.
“Did something really happen?”
On the one hand, Qisi was glad that he did not follow the herd mentality and found a roommate. At the same time, he was a little curious as to how the sudden farce would end.
In less than half a minute, the sounds of quarreling and fighting subsided, and the winner was probably decided.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and a figure stumbled out of the door. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but he could imagine his embarrassment.
Qisi's eyes passed through the window lattice with talisman paper, and through the cold white moonlight, he could clearly see that it was a man.
The man's forehead was bleeding profusely. He knelt on the ground like a beast, hissing in pain. He could only vaguely hear words like "hungry".
After moaning for a long time, the man suddenly dug into the ground like crazy, picking up handfuls of soil with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth.
Qisi watched it for a while, then lowered his eyes and glanced at the travel brochure on the table.
The poem on the title page seems extremely ferocious at this moment:
【There is no food in the barn, how can I comfort my hungry stomach? 】
【Everyone for hundreds of miles eats soil, and pierces the belly with wood and stone and dies. 】
It seems that hunger can kill people; and the only way to overcome hunger is to eat divine meat.
"Just think of it as jelly." Qi Sisheng reached out to the white cloth bag and opened the covering fabric.
The white and tender gelatinous meat is crystal clear under the moonlight, just like the cold dew in late autumn; the bloody lines inside are sometimes hidden but give people a terrifying feeling. Perhaps it is better to use "amber" as an analogy. appropriate.
Qisi felt the hunger that followed him, and with a bitter look on his face, he grabbed a piece of divine meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
The coolness spreads from the mouth to the stomach, bringing a sticky and slippery feeling along the way, like a mollusk crawling slowly.
Qisi raised his hand and touched his Adam's apple. The muscles under his fingertips trembled and squirmed. He could feel the struggle of the flesh inside, as if he had swallowed a live loach alive.
The fishy smell irritates the tip of the nose vaguely, as if coming from the body, but disappears without a trace in an instant, like an hallucination.
Qisi looked down at his right hand. For a moment, the outline of the skin appeared as a phantom, blurred, as if some kind of mucus was surging, and there was faint black smoke escaping around him.
The situation is very clear: if you don’t eat sacred meat, you will face a short-term crisis of immediate death; if you eat sacred meat, you will face a long-term crisis of unknown consequences.
Survival is not easy, there are dangers at both ends, and every choice is a big gamble.
Unless new factors are introduced into the game model, or the position of one party in the game jumps out of the original model.
Chis's eyes once again fell on the red letters whose meaning was difficult to understand on the system interface.
What happened in the dream? It really makes people have to care...
(End of this chapter)