The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 6
Xingqi Road, Daan City.

At around 08:30, the sky has become pitch black.

Coming out of the Internet cafe, Wen Zhong sent Huang Gongming home first.

Both of them fell silent on the road, and finally Huang Gongming couldn't help asking.

"Old Wen, did you get bitten by a spider?"

"Go, don't make trouble."

What is going on here, Wen Zhong almost slapped Huang Gongming in the face when he heard it.

"Then did you pick up a ring, and there is an old grandfather in it to teach you peerless martial arts!"

Huang Gongming clearly remembered that although Wen Zhong in the past was not weak, his motor nerves were definitely not top-notch. It must be strange why he suddenly showed his power today.

"You just say that I was taken away by a god and forget it, and return the ring." He was really angry and funny to Huang Gongming.

"Really! Then you teach me two tricks, so that I won't be afraid of being beaten in the future."

Huang Gongming said that his face was almost posted.

"Old Huang." Wen Zhong calmly took two steps back to distance himself from Huang Gongming. "Do you believe in ghosts in this world?"

Huang Gongming was taken aback when he heard this.

"I sleep naked every day waiting for the ghost to press the bed, old smell, believe me or not."

This time it was Wen Zhong who was stunned. Could it be that the legendary sophomore boy had a lot of fun?

Huang Gongming asked suspiciously: "No, why did you suddenly say ghosts and strange things? Didn't I ask you to teach me a few tricks?"

"Nothing, I'll tell you more if I have a chance." Wen Zhong said haha. "Ah, I've reached the gate of your community, so I won't send you up."

After speaking, Wen Zhong rejected Huang Gongming's enthusiastic request for a split deal, and prepared to leave.

"I concealed the existence of ghosts. Is it right or wrong?"

Wen Zhong didn't know, he was also very confused now.

"Hey, I heard!" Huang Gongming's voice came from behind just a few steps away. "Thank you for today!"

Wen Zhong turned his head and smiled and waved to him, then walked to the other side of the community.

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Wen Zhong walked all the way to the night market square in Da'an City. He is a little hungry now after a busy day.

The night market can be regarded as the most lively place in the city at night. It is full of fireworks, the aroma of various foods, and the popularity brought by the crowds.

Wen Zhong just felt that he hadn't been so relaxed for a long time. Although he was involved in a supernatural event not long ago, Wen Zhong was also a busy college student before this, and it was a long time ago that he went to the night market in a relaxed manner like this.

Looking at the crowds in the night market, there are shouts of Xiao Yang's barbecue, Lao Zhang's steamed buns, and Lao Hu's big bone soup from time to time, but these are not Wen Zhong's goals.

He avoided the crowd and walked towards the corner of the night market, wanting to see what delicacies he hadn't tried before.

Suddenly, Wen Zhong smelled a meaty smell, sour and astringent mixed with a fishy smell, this smell was very unique, he had never smelled it before, this smell was enough to arouse one's appetite.

"It smells really good, what kind of smell is this?"

He took a deep breath, walked along the scent, and saw a small stall standing alone in the corner of the night market. It was obvious that the smell of meat came from here.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong trotted all the way, he was afraid that someone would take his seat if he went late, but fortunately, the store was located in a remote place, so he managed to grab a seat smoothly.

As soon as he sat down, Wen Zhong looked around. On the back-shaped stall seats, there were a few people sitting in pieces, all with their heads down, and there was an old small bowl in front of them.

With the help of the dim light from the stall, he saw that the bowl was empty, and there were still a few drops of oil hanging on the wall of the bowl.

Wen Zhong thought to himself, why are these people still occupying their seats after eating, and all of them lowered their heads, and it didn't look like they were chatting after the meal.

He sat bored on the seat, and the stall owner didn't come to greet him. He just kept his body on his back, and there were chewing sounds and the sound of chopping meat with a kitchen knife from time to time.

Seeing this strange situation, Wen Zhong wanted to get up and leave, but when he thought of the smell of meat just now, he still shouted patiently: "Boss, do you have a menu here? What is the signature dish?"

The stall owner didn't answer, but a middle-aged diner sitting next to him with his head bowed and motionless suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a signboard not far from the stall.

It was a very old-looking signboard, the red paint had almost faded, and the original color could be faintly seen under the dim light. There were only three big black characters on it: braised pork roast.

It looks like a signboard from the period of the Republic of China. Wen Zhong didn’t expect this to be a century-old store. It seems that the rumors are true. Throwing a brick in Da’an can smash a bunch of old signboards.

"Thanks."

Wen Zhong thanked the middle-aged man, and saw that the raised arm of the middle-aged man slowly lowered and returned to the original posture.

"Boss, give me a portion of this stewed pork."

Hearing the words braised pork, the stall owner who had been turning his back on Wen Zhong stopped what he was doing.

After a while, a piece of "Braised Pork" in a dilapidated small bowl was placed in front of Wen Zhong.

This is stewed pork?

Wen Zhong looked at the stewed pork, it was a piece of black and red meat with clear soup, it was impossible to associate it with the delicious food that exudes a tempting smell.

Not quite right.

"boom"!
Just when Wen Zhong was debating whether to pay the bill and leave, suddenly he felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and a kitchen knife suddenly hit the table in front of him.

Wen Zhong was so frightened that he almost threw the bowl away, only to see the stall owner standing in front of Wen Zhong's table, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a piece of meat in the other.

"What are you doing?" Wen Zhong frowned, clenched his hands unconsciously, he didn't realize when the stall owner was standing in front of him.

If the opponent didn't smash the table, but his own head...

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong couldn't help leaving a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. He stared straight at the stall owner, but under the backlight, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, and only felt a cold gaze staring at him.

The other party didn't say a word, just put the meat in his hand into Wen Zhong's bowl, then picked up the kitchen knife, turned around and continued to chop something.

Looking at the two pieces of stewed pork in the bowl, Wen Zhong fell into deep thought. The taste is indeed very attractive, but the appearance is really not very good, and it can even be said to be unhygienic.

Could it be that all the century-old shops in the night market are like this?

Just when Wen Zhong picked up his chopsticks and was about to taste a mouthful of stewed pork, he glanced around from the corner of his eyes, but after only one glance, the cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead again.

Because I don't know when it started, all the diners sitting around raised their heads, staring straight at him.

(End of this chapter)