The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 8
"My guest, why don't you drink soup? Is it not to your liking." The shop waiter saw that there was a lot of oily soup left in Zhong's bowl, and said expressionlessly.

"You should understand the principle of turning the original soup into the original food."

"This soup is too oily, I'm not used to drinking such oily things." Wen Zhong felt a little trance, he held his forehead with one hand, and replied subconsciously.

"Is that right, customer, please take a look again." The waiter's voice fluctuated from far to near, Wen Zhong blinked his eyes when he heard the words, and he found that the oil soup in the stewed pork bowl had turned into clear soup.

"Zizizi...zizizi...zizizi..."!
Just when Wen Zhong was about to pick up the bowl and drink up the clear soup in the bowl, a few electrical sounds suddenly sounded in his mind, the sound was so rapid that Wen Zhong's movements couldn't help but stagnate.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain hit, his hands trembled, and the bowl fell to the ground.

"You broke the bowl!" The waiter's voice rang in Wen Zhong's ears, repeating this sentence incessantly, his voice was extremely shrill, but Wen Zhong was not affected in any way, because the sound of electric current was constantly echoing in his mind. .

Just when Wen Zhong had a splitting headache and wanted to pierce his eardrums with his fingers, there was another sound of sharpening knives in his ears. This sound was getting closer and gradually replaced the sound of the radio's current.

In the end, everything returned to silence. Before Wen Zhong could react, he found that the table in front of him had turned into a back-shaped table of a night market stall at the beginning, and the lobby in front of him gradually dissipated, and finally turned into a dilapidated booth.

Wen Zhong quickly looked around, and saw that the diners who were sitting quietly at the booth before had turned into skeletons, with traces of flesh and blood on their bones, making people feel horrified.

Also, the smell of meat that he had smelled before had been replaced by a strong smell of corpses at this moment, like the rotting smell emitted by corpses after they had been left undisturbed for several months, it was disgusting.

"What's the situation, Eight Immortals Night Shop?"

This weird scene made Wen Zhong break out in a cold sweat. He only felt some pain in his leg. He looked down and found that his pants had been slashed open at some point, and there was a bloody hole on his thigh. Oozing blood.

Just when Wen Zhong was in doubt, there was suddenly the sound of a knife being sharpened behind him, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see that standing behind him was the owner of the stewed pork stall.

It held a blood-stained kitchen knife in one hand, and a whetstone in the other hand, and was sharpening the kitchen knife incessantly. When it looked up again, Wen Zhong couldn't help but his eyelids twitched.

The stall owner is like a mummy that has been sucked out of water, the whole face is shriveled, wrinkled and blue-gray, the teeth are protruding, the nose has been cut off, leaving only a big hole, and its eyes are surrounded by a black cloth , but one can feel a feeling of being peeped from it.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Wen Zhong looked at this terrifying face, no matter how calm he was at this moment, he couldn't help but feel terrified, the sound of skin and flesh cracking on his arm sounded, and a layer of thin velvet mixed with bloody smell instantly wrapped his entire arm.

The stall owner didn't answer, and was still sharpening his kitchen knife calmly. Wen Zhong frowned. To some extent, the stall owner in front of him was the first ghost he had come into contact with.

Suddenly, the stall owner stopped sharpening the knife, and Wen Zhong's heart rose to his throat. Time seemed to stop at this moment. The next second, the stall owner raised the kitchen knife in his hand high, and immediately gouged it out without waiting for Wen Zhong's reaction. A piece of meat from his thigh.

Blood spurted out instantly, and a piercing pain hit, Wen Zhong wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't move at all.

"What are you kidding..." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and said, he felt that the mold that was constantly accumulating in his body gradually calmed down, and the thin velvet covering his arms began to fall off at this moment. If he could use one word to describe it, it would be suppression .

The ghost in his body was suppressed.

Then, it began to sharpen the knife again, Wen Zhong looked at it with a cold heart, it seemed that the skeleton sitting on the chair was the masterpiece of this ghost in front of him.

Taking advantage of Li Gui's knives to sharpen his knife, Wen Zhongqiang suppressed the fear in his heart and began to think about when he was recruited. Could it be that he was recruited from the first time he smelled the smell of meat.

As well as the weird hallucination and the radio that pulled him out of the hallucination, Wen Zhong only felt that things were getting weirder.

Thinking about these things is not very helpful at the moment. Seeing that Li Gui is about to finish sharpening his knife, Wen Zhong began to desperately mobilize the mold inside his body. A sentence came to his mind, only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

Li Gui stopped sharpening the knife. This time, instead of lifting the kitchen knife, he took out a piece of brown meat with a foul smell from his mouth, put it in the broken bowl in front of Wen Zhong, and then spit out some oily meat from his mouth. yellow soup.

It seems that this is the process of making Braised Pork. Wen Zhong watched his stomach churn, but he had a bold idea in his heart.

"Just one stroke is enough..." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth, and then he felt another pain in his thigh, and another piece of flesh was gouged out by a ghost, but this time there was no blood coming out of it, but a wisp of gray mold instead.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong's eyes flickered with madness: "Since you want to play, then I will play with you."

Li Gui ignored Wen Zhong's roar, he slowly stuffed the meat from the knife into his mouth, and started chewing again, Wen Zhong couldn't help sneering in his heart when he saw this, just now he had successfully buried the mold on his leg.

In other words, what the other party is eating now is poisonous meat stuffed with spiritual molds.

Wen Zhong didn't know what would happen if one ghost ate another ghost, but he knew that ghosts were immortal, and one of the two ghosts would definitely suppress the other.

There was only a "pop", and the mold bloomed from the ghost's abdomen, like a flower made of flesh and blood.

Musty smell, bloody smell, corpse smell, pus smell, several kinds of smells mixed together, swept the whole booth in an instant.

Wen Zhong held his breath, only to feel that he regained consciousness at this moment, and the feeling of confinement and oppression completely disappeared. He knew that he had made the right bet. drop.

Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong's heart was beating wildly, he quickly got up and left the stall, and ran out of the night market without even daring to look back.

Not long after he left, Li Gui's body had returned to its original state. It put away the kitchen knife, picked up the broken bowl containing braised pork and returned to the stall. After a while, another smell of meat wafted from the stall. At this time, you can see the words "Eight Immortals Branch" seem to be engraved on the signboard of the stall...

(End of this chapter)