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Lin Xun glanced at the meat soup in his bowl and then looked up at the other players.
At another table, Gui Wu was already devouring his meal with great enthusiasm.
Shui Jing Jing was very hungry.
She was truly starving.
Usually, she often went hungry to lose weight, so hunger felt like a daily routine to her.
But for some reason, when she saw the fragrant meat soup in front of her, her inner hunger began to grow uncontrollably.
This feeling was even more unbearable than finding lipstick on sale during the Double Eleven shopping festival!
Shui Jing Jing swallowed hard and picked up the steaming bowl of meat soup that sat before her.
The soup wafted a rich aroma, with a thin layer of grease floating on top.
Normally, she wouldn’t even glance at such a dish.
But now, without hesitation, she lifted the bowl to her lips.
Just as the bowl was only a few centimeters from her mouth, Huang Shang suddenly knocked Shui Jing Jing's bowl over.
The scalding hot soup splashed onto the floor, and a piece of finger was spilled from the bowl.
Silence fell around them.
All the Gui Wu stopped their actions.
Their eyes, whether black or white, present or absent, large or small, all fixed intently on Huang Shang.
Huang Shang's SAN Value plummeted!
【Warning: The player's current SAN Value is 65%. If the SAN Value drops below 60%, the player will have a chance to mutate into a Gui Wu!】
The System kept issuing warnings to him.
He struggled to adjust his mindset.
Stay calm! Stay calm!
Finally, his SAN Value stabilized and ceased to drop.
At that moment, the Ghost Chef burst out of the Small House, wielding a gleaming white kitchen knife.
The Horde of Ghosts turned in unison to look at the Ghost Chef.
Their movements were synchronized, as if they were machines.
"Who! Who broke my bowl?!"
The Horde of Ghosts shifted their gaze back to Huang Shang.
The eyes of the Gui Wu were cold and devoid of emotion, and within their hollow gaze seemed to breed something unsettling that made one feel anxious.
If someone were to be stared at by those eyes for too long, they would surely descend into madness!
Huang Shang knew he needed to stay calm at this moment.
But he couldn't calm down!
His gaze gradually became vacant, patches of decay began to appear on his skin, his hair fell out bit by bit, and his eyes started to turn blood red.
If no one intervened at this point, Huang Shang would become one of the Gui Wu!
At that moment, Lin Xun spoke up.
"I dropped it!"
Huang Shang suddenly regained his awareness.
The Horde of Ghosts and the players all turned their attention to Lin Xun in unison.
The Ghost Chef shook his flabby body and approached Lin Xun.
"If you think my soup is bad, then you make the soup!"
The depth of Chinese language and literature is truly profound!
Players, be careful!
Light the candles, light the candles, light the candles!
The stout, plump hands of the Ghost Chef gripped Lin Xun's wrist tightly, attempting to drag him into the Small House.
The door to the Small House swung open.
Inside was a sea of blood-red.
To call it a mountain of corpses and an ocean of blood would not be an exaggeration!
Within the small confines of the Small House lay countless corpses of Beasts and humans, their remains piled against the walls, merging with the very structure itself.
As the door opened, countless Heads that had been placed on the walls seemed to come alive.
—Whether they were the heads of Beasts or humans.
—Whether they were decayed or intact.
—Whether they were skeletal or still flesh-covered.
All of them bore a chilling smile directed at Lin Xun.
It was as if they were welcoming Lin Xun into their midst.
Lin Xun remained unfazed.
As he was dragged by the Ghost Chef, he argued, "The food you make has serious safety issues!"
In the next moment, the Ghost Chef suddenly halted, pulling Lin Xun close and growling fiercely, "Impossible!"
"This guy can't be suggesting that selling human flesh is a food safety issue... This is the Haunted Brothel, where human flesh is considered inedible for players, but for Gui Wu, it's just normal food!"
Xie Tengfei stirred the meat soup in his bowl with his fingers.
He spoke to Lu Ming with such nonchalance.
Suddenly, an eyeball floated up from the bottom of the murky soup, staring blankly at the two of them.
Lu Ming remained silent.
Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Xun freed himself from his captor and ran over to Huang Shang, picking up a finger that had fallen on the ground.
"This finger has black dirt under its nail. You Gui Wu eat people; do you eat black dirt too?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several female Gui Wu were heard retching.
"Looks like they don't eat it. Does this count as a food safety issue? If a diner spills a bowl of dirty food, is there a problem?"
The Ghost Chef glared at him through gritted teeth.
Finally, he spat out three words between clenched jaws.
"No... problem!" With that, he turned to leave.
Lin Xun called out to the Ghost Chef again, "Can we order?"
This was too much!
The Ghost Chef just lifted the kitchen knife.
“Warning: As a member of the service industry, you cannot rudely refuse a customer's reasonable requests.”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Why are you just standing there? Order, order!” Lin Xun urged the others as if he were not a guest at all.
Seeing that no one else spoke up, Hua Tian was the first to say, “I want tomato fish!”
After Hua Tian placed his order, the Ghost Chef gritted his teeth but remained still, showing no signs of action.
The others began to place their orders.
“Spicy Beef!”
“Guo Bao Rou!”
“Braised Squid!”
...
“Three-No-Stick!”
The Ghost Chef was taken aback; this was something he could no longer tolerate!
As a dignified Gui Wu, it was one thing to be casually commanded by others, but to be toyed with like this was simply unacceptable!
As a member of the Service Industry, you cannot rudely refuse a customer's reasonable request.
Is this request reasonable?
Not at all!
As a member of the Service Industry, he has the right to dismember those customers who make unreasonable demands!
"Who ordered the Three-No-Stick? You look like a Three-No-Stick!"
The Ghost Chef raised his knife fiercely!
Lin Xun slowly raised his hand, "I did."
Not you again!
[Warning: As a member of the Service Industry, you cannot rudely refuse a customer's reasonable request.]
[The System displays that the ingredients for Three-No-Stick are egg yolk, sugar, and flour. The ingredients are simple and fall within the range of reasonable demands.]
The Ghost Chef lowered his knife, "How many servings would you like?"
"Just one will do..."
No more joking around; if this continues, someone might end up dead.
[Player: Testing the limits on the edge of death.]
In this lifetime, I have never felt so speechless.
I suspect that Ghost Chef is about to become the second most depressed person after Kui Gui...
After everyone had placed their orders, Ghost Chef stormed back to the Small House with a face full of anger.
A few new Gui Wu whispered among themselves, "Can we order food?"
An older Gui Wu nearby quietly reminded them, "Do you want to become a dish?"
The new Gui Wu fell silent, suddenly apprehensive.
A few minutes later, Ghost Chef emerged carrying a massive tray.
He slammed the tray down onto the table in front of everyone.
"Eat up!" he said, his smile more of a grimace than anything else.
The food on the table was indeed edible.
But could Ghost Chef's dishes be taken so lightly?
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