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"What's wrong?"

Seeing Liang Yue looking like she was about to vomit, the landlady asked in confusion.

There was nothing unusual about her expression, and it could even be called sincere.

But it was this weird feeling that made it creepy.

"Is there something wrong with the taste of the soup?"

The proprietress picked up the spoon and filled a bowl of chicken soup into the earthen pot. The milky white chicken soup exuded a rich fragrance, which was indeed very tempting.

But Qin Manjiang and others clearly saw... She used a spoon to push away the pale palm.

A weird atmosphere enveloped the few people, but the proprietress turned a blind eye. She picked up the bowl and blew it gently a few times.

"call……"

Several people watched helplessly as she put the bowl to her mouth and took a sip.

"Gulu——"

Her Adam's apple moved and she swallowed.

"Ugh..." If it was just a corpse, Liang Yue would not have such a reaction, but... this is soup stewed by human hands!

"No problem?" The lady boss put down the bowl and looked at Liang Yue, who reacted the most intensely.

"Little girl, are you not feeling well?"

Liang Yue waved her hands repeatedly, and was about to speak, but Chen Yu said one step ahead: "The fog is too heavy, she may have caught a cold, boss lady, can you prepare some ginger water?"

The landlady felt relieved and glanced at Liang Yue worriedly: "Okay, don't relax in the early stages of a cold. I'm going to make a bowl of ginger water."

"No..." Liang Yue didn't want any ginger water. The chicken soup was stewed by hand. Who knows what she used to make the ginger water!

However, Chen Yu secretly pinched her and signaled her to stop talking.

The lady boss put down the bowl, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly turned around and said with a smile:

"Everyone, eat quickly."

"There aren't many chickens on the island. I'll be angry if I don't eat them all~"

This sentence sounds like nothing wrong, but... looking at the palm in the earthen jar, several people looked unnatural.

After the landlady left, the second-generation rich man Wang Wanwan was the first to say:

"Where did that crazy woman get the palm stew?"

Seeing that everyone was silent and Youyu was still writing and drawing with his notebook in his arms, he yelled irritably: "We're all pretending to be deaf and dumb, right? Then let's wait to die together!"

But Yan Xiao, as a doctor, frowned and sat down, picked up the spoon that the landlady had used just now, and picked up another bowl.

"Hey, you don't really want to drink this, do you?"

Wang Baiwan tilted his body and moved away from him.

But Yan Xiao scooped the chicken soup into a bowl, smelled it carefully, and looked up at everyone: "This is indeed chicken soup."

Everyone was not stupid, and they immediately understood what he meant.

The unique aroma of chicken soup cannot be simmered with other ingredients, but what everyone sees is clearly a palm...

"Are our eyes tampered with?"

Wang Baiwan muttered. He took off his sunglasses and walked closer to the jar to take a closer look. He still couldn't help but retched.

"This thing looks like a real hand, it can't be an illusion!"

"Do you think the boss lady's expression is suspicious?" Chen Yu asked.

"suspicious!"

"normal!"

Wang Wanwan and Liang Yue gave two completely different feelings.

"Where's Mr. Qin? What do you think?" Chen Yu suddenly turned to look at Qin Manjiang, who had been silent.

Qin Manjiang didn't expect that she would suddenly mention him, so he said: "I was just thinking that I met a man on the street before carrying a crock pot of chicken soup home. The same crock pot, the same chicken soup, the same Fragrance, this can’t be a coincidence.”

The incident he mentioned reminded Chen Yu and Yan Xiao who were present at the time. Yes, there was indeed such a thing, and they asked everyone to make way.

"The lid of his earthen pot of chicken soup was not opened. If there is also a palm inside, then the problem will either appear on us or on the aboriginal people." Chen Yu expressed his judgment.

Everyone smells it and looks like chicken soup, but the aborigines think it is chicken soup stewed by a chicken.

But what if it was a real palm?

"It's also possible that all the living creatures on this island have their senses affected to a greater or lesser extent." Qin Manjiang added.

His words were chilling.

If the senses of the people on the entire island are affected, they always think that the chicken they use to stew soup is chicken soup...

What if those weren't chickens?

When you think about it carefully, it's chilling.

"Then...should we eat...or not..."

Liang Yue's face was frighteningly pale, and she really couldn't stare at the jar of chicken soup and eat it.

"There should be other dishes, but not all the dishes are made by hand."

As soon as Liang Yue finished her words of self-comfort, she heard the voice of the landlady again:

"What manpower?"

The landlady came over with dishes.

Stir-fried pork liver, spicy rabbit dices, pork belly...

"Old... boss lady, what kind of meat are these?"

The landlady looked at Liang Yue with a strange look on her face: "Little girl, this is pork liver, this is rabbit meat, this is pork. Do you want to go to the town medical clinic to have a look?"

Liang Yue shook her head repeatedly, she did not dare to speak anymore.

"Why haven't you eaten yet?" The lady boss pretended to be angry, "Do you think my cooking is not good?"

If it weren't for these dishes, everyone would have gotten along very well with the proprietress.

When I first came here today, the lady boss was very enthusiastic and talkative.

But as soon as the food was served tonight, everything changed.

"Let's all sit down and eat."

Qin Manjiang said suddenly.

Everyone looked at him in unison. The only one sitting calmly now was the one holding a notebook, writing and drawing, doing his own thing. He didn't know the so-called swimming fish.

"That's right, listen to this little brother."

The proprietress smiled at Qin Manjiang, then turned and went to the kitchen: "Wait a minute, there are other dishes."

Seeing that the landlady left, Wang Baiwan approached Qin Manjiang and whispered: "Hey! Are you crazy?"

"Are these things edible?"

Qin Manjiang asked, "Did you bring enough food?"

Wang Wanwan was about to speak harshly, but found that Qin Manjiang was telling the truth.

If you don't eat, you won't have anything to eat. Who knows how long they will stay on Butterfly Island.

"Go to the kitchen and at least find ingredients we know to cook with!"

He said reasonably.

On the side, the doctor and lawyer kept looking at the kitchen. Yan Xiao said: "I think some of the perceptions of the indigenous people on the island have been changed."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Chen Yu nodded: "The human hands in our eyes are the chickens in their eyes."

"Maybe what is normal in their eyes, in our eyes... is a ghost."

"I smelled a smell of blood when I first arrived on the island. Although it was very light, suppressed by the scent of flowers, it never dissipated." Yan Xiao looked out the dark window, "It's still there now."

"Anyway, be careful, I don't want you to die in front of me." Chen Yu said with a smile.

Yan Xiao didn't answer.

At this time, Qin Manjiang suddenly felt something touching his arm.

He looked sideways and saw a black notebook.

His eyes gradually went up, and the fish with long black hair hanging behind him was staring at him, and he opened his notebook.

Do you want me to see it?

Qin Manjiang looked down and saw what was drawn on the notebook...

I?

But what happened to that twisted face, ferocious veins, and wide-open mouth?

You Yu pointed with her pen, and Qin Manjiang looked along the tip of her pen.

In the painting, Qin Manjiang raised his head and opened his mouth, with a butterfly flying out.

I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’ll thank all the book friends who gave me tips tomorrow. Good night, everyone. Bye.