The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 7
It was late at night, and the stars dimmed.

However, in the night market in the center of Da'an, this is the busiest time of the night, a few pop songs and the noise of the crowd are mixed together, everything seems so harmonious.

Only the corner of the night market seems to be shrouded in a layer of black mist, which seems out of place with everything around.

Wen Zhong was sitting in front of a stall in the corner, and there were two pieces of stewed pork in an old broken bowl in front of him. The black and red pieces of meat were still stained with blood, and there was still a layer of blood floating on the soup after sitting for a long time. thick grease.

He glanced around from the corner of his eye, and the diners who had lowered their heads all raised their heads and stared at him at this moment.

His eyes were full of greed and coldness, Wen Zhong frowned when he saw this, and was about to say something, but the diners around him lowered their heads at some point and returned to their original appearance.

Surprising.

Watching this scene, Wen Zhong's eyelids twitched. He looked at the stewed pork in the bowl, and then at the diners around him. He put down the money and got up to leave.

His intuition told him that this was another supernatural event, he did not expect such an unlucky thing to happen in a crowded night market, which sounded the alarm for Wen Zhong.

"By the way, let the headquarters handle this matter." Wen Zhong decided to call Lin Yu while walking on the road, but he searched all over his body, but couldn't find the special satellite phone.

At this time, Wen Zhong had already reached the exit of the night market. Looking back at the night market, he couldn't help frowning when he saw the crowds of people in it.

"Damn it, did you land on that night market stall?" He remembered that when he first arrived at the night market, he took out the satellite phone to check, but he didn't expect it to be gone now.

"Go back and take a look." Now that he had made his decision, Wen Zhong immediately ran towards the corner of the night market.

Halfway through, the weird smell of meat appeared in the air again. After seeing the true face of this thing, Wen Zhong just felt a little nauseous this time.

Searching for the scent again, I walked to the corner of the night market. This time, what appeared in front of Wen Zhong was no longer a dilapidated night market stall, but a brand new store with the same signboard, except that the paint on it had been repaired. together.

The three golden characters of braised pork are still printed on the small signboard, and there are still two big red lanterns hanging in front of the store, one with "Guest coming to visit" and the other with "Guest Send the past back."

But what surprised Wen Zhong the most was the huge signboard hanging above the store door.

"Eight Immortals Night Shop..."

Wen Zhong looked at the big signboard hanging above the store with some surprise, he suspected that he was dreaming, it was clearly a nameless dilapidated stall just now, but now it has become a luxurious Eight Immortals night shop.

"My guest, what would you like to eat?" At this time, a man wearing the costume of the second-order shop of the Republic of China came out of the shop and asked with a blank expression.

"Wait, isn't this a night market stall here? When did the Eight Immortals Night Shop open?" Wen Zhong asked subconsciously.

"My guest, this restaurant has been here for many years. If you want to taste the specialties of Xijing, this is your first choice." The waiter said.

Wen Zhong was taken aback, Xijing?Are you kidding me, this is the old name of Da'an in the Republic of China, so I have time-traveled?
Just when he was in a daze, the shop waiter half-pushed Wen Zhong into the Eight Immortals Night Shop. Unlike the luxurious appearance, the shop was a bit deserted, with a few people sitting in twos and threes.

"Let me go." Without waiting for the waiter to speak, Wen Zhong coldly shook off the waiter's hand that was holding his arm, and he lifted up his sleeve, only to see a red handprint on his arm.

"I'm sorry for this guest, please take a seat." The waiter pulled out a chair expressionlessly and made a gesture of invitation.

"I'm not here for dinner, have you seen a satellite phone, I should have dropped it near here." Wen Zhong asked, and at the same time he walked to the door of the store calmly.

The shop waiter shook his head, and at the same time urged: "What is a satellite phone? Guests, please sit down, the signature dishes will be served soon."

As he said that, the waiter stepped forward and grabbed Wen Zhong. This time he grabbed Wen Zhong very hard. Wen Zhong frowned and shouted, "I'll say it again, I'm not here to eat, so let me go!"

A layer of thin velvet mixed with scarlet blood covered Wen Zhong's arm at some point, and the smell of blood and mildew erupted at the same time, but the waiter turned a blind eye to it.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong grabbed the waiter's face suddenly, and there was a sound of flesh cracking, and soon a cloud of gray mold mixed with blood spread out from the wound on Wen Zhong's hand, forming on the other's face. A layer of thin fleece.

However, the waiter's hand was still tightly gripping Wen Zhong's arm, and he didn't intend to let go at all.

"Are you kidding?" Wen Zhong's eyelids twitched, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "Whether you are a human or a ghost, I have given you a chance!"

Just when he was about to release more mold to corrode the weird waiter in front of him, Wen Zhong smelled the familiar smell of meat again.

But this time it was slightly different. This strange fragrance seemed to emerge from under his nose, which made his consciousness a little trance.

When he regained consciousness, he did not know when he had been sitting in front of a table with stewed pork.

"What kind of braised pork is this?" Wen Zhong seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness just now. Looking at the pieces of meat in the bowl, he couldn't help moving his index finger. He looked around, and there was only He is alone.

Not to mention the boss, even the diners who were sitting around disappeared without a trace at this time, let alone the waiter who was in charge of greeting the guests.

Wen Zhong took a deep breath and murmured, "This meat is so delicious, wouldn't it be a waste not to eat it?"

After speaking, he picked up the stewed pork that was placed in front of him.

Holding the chopsticks in his right hand, he picked up a piece of meat and brought it to his mouth. He gently and slowly tore off the piece of meat bit by bit with his front teeth, as if he was tasting some supreme delicacy.

However, unlike the smell, the stewed pork has no taste in the mouth, only a slight sour feeling, which is completely different from the beef and lamb that I have eaten before, more like... ostrich meat.

The only fly in the ointment may be the thick layer of oil floating in the bowl, even if Wen Zhong wants to drink it again, he can't help but frown when he looks at this layer of oil.

"Customer, are you satisfied?" Suddenly the voice of the waiter in the shop sounded behind Wen Zhong, the voice was a bit cold and harsh.

"That's right, the meat is so fresh and tender that it melts in your mouth. It would be even better if this soup uses less oil." Wen Zhong did not hesitate to give a good review. When he recalled the braised pork just now, the corners of Wen Zhong's mouth couldn't help but curl up, revealing a weird smile .

(End of this chapter)