After that, handling things beca easy. You just stood below the teahouse window and called up to Fan Xinliang, who was drinking tea by the windowsill, "Fan Xinliang, do you rember ?"
Caught off guard by the sudden shout, the bewildered Fan Xinliang leaned out of the window and looked down at you.
At that mont when your gazes t, the Sen Luo Curse Mark in your pupils slowly began to rotate, and then Fan Xinliang stood up, unsteadily walking out of the teahouse.
He erged from the teahouse, and right across was a dog at restaurant, selling Fan Family dog at.
"Boss, a bowl of dog at noodles, please."
"Alright!"
When Fan Xinliang picked up his chopsticks and put a thin slice of dog at into his mouth, a single tear rolled down his plump cheek.
To the shop owner and the custors’ astonished gazes, Fan Xinliang devoured the bowl of dog at noodles, slurping up every last drop of the broth.
After paying, as Fan Xinliang stood up to leave the dog at restaurant, he was suddenly startled and abruptly turned around to see the empty bowl in the shop owner’s hand. His eyes rolled back, and under everyone’s watchful gaze, he fell backward to the ground.
As Fan Xinliang’s eyes gradually turned white, he vaguely saw an enormous dog head, bigger than a bus, descending from the sky, its mouth full of tusks opening towards him...
By this ti, you and Zhao’er were already in a taxi heading to Pengcheng.
Although the return tickets had been purchased by Tao Wenwen, a traffic jam ant you just missed that train, and you had to wait another hour.
In an internet cafe outside the train station, you and Zhao’er took a seat in the lover’s area, which charged a bit more but was significantly quieter than the other side where people were frantically playing video gas in a smoke-filled room.
As soon as Zhao’er sat down, she started to watch movies on her player, while you, feeling sowhat bored, aimlessly clicked the mouse.
Just then, the couple sitting opposite you started to talk.
"Yu Lan, I’m hungry. Let’s go have dog at hotpot," the man suggested.
"No," the woman coldly turned her head, "Eating dog at every day, I really don’t know what’s wrong with your brain. Dogs are our most loyal friends. How can you bear to eat such cute and faithful creatures?"
The man shrugged indifferently, "Nah, what you’re talking about are pet dogs. The ones I eat are the Fan Family’s at dogs; it’s not the sa. Those dogs are like pigs, born to be eaten by humans."
"You’re full of excuses. Anyway, I’m not going to join you for dog at. If you want to eat, go by yourself!" she retorted.
"Actually, dog at tastes very good. And you don’t know, in ancient tis, dog at was even considered a dicine."
"Chen Penghao, don’t talk to about this. It’s disgusting!" she exclaid.
Shrugging his shoulders, he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed for takeout. Soon a delivery boy brought over a bowl of dog at noodles.
"Dear, this is dog at noodles. Slls good, right? Want a taste?" Chen Penghao’s expression and tone were almost like those of soone trying to persuade another to do drugs, causing you to frown at the sound.
Just as he was about to pass a piece of dog at to his girlfriend, you tapped on the table and called out, "Hey, buddy."
"What?"
Chen Penghao turned around with an annoyed look on his face.
But you just smiled slightly as the Sen Luo Curse Mark in your pupils started to rotate, "Myriad Manifestation Senluo, Color Void."
Chen Penghao jolted, feeling as if he had fallen into an abyss, the world spinning around him.
It felt like a long ti, perhaps as long as a century, before Chen Penghao slowly opened his eyes.
He found himself in a room resembling a school dormitory, crowded in the upper bunk of a bed, with twelve people in total, making the space feel cramped and sowhat stinky.
Thinking he was dreaming, Chen Penghao pinched his left hand hard — ow! That hurt!
The pain reassured Chen Penghao that it wasn’t a dream, so he sat up, clutching his ssy hair, and looked around.
Soon, the dormitory door opened automatically, and an angry roar ca from outside.
At the sound of the roar, those who were sleeping sat up imdiately, rushing out the door.
Chen Penghao scratched his head and followed them out.
"Holy crap!"
As soon as he stepped out of the room, Chen Penghao was stunned because there was a large playground outside, and at least a thousand people were gathering on it.
Not wanting to be seen as an odd one out, Chen Penghao also lined up with the others.
Then these people began to run around a not-too-big, not-too-small playground, after a few laps, they entered a large cafeteria to eat, and after eating, they returned to their rooms.
This cycle repeated itself, day after day.
In the past, Chen Penghao had tried to strike up conversations with others, but they completely ignored his existence, and he never saw anyone else from start to finish. These people did nothing but eat, jog a few laps, and sleep, day in and day out, yet they never showed the slightest inclination to rebel against this tedious, monotonous life.
Moreover, what astonished Chen Penghao even more was that the surrounding walls were very high, so high that he had no way to climb out, and it seed as if soone was watching them from the shadows, as if their lives and deaths were controlled by these onlookers.
Chen Penghao noticed that every so often, a row of about twenty or thirty people would enter a door, after which they never ca out again.
As soon as these people left, another group would imdiately enter.
Soon, it was Chen Penghao’s row’s turn.
Chen Penghao believed that door must be the exit, so he was especially looking forward to this day. But when he entered that door, what greeted him was a high-pressure water gun!
After being sprayed with high-pressure water, a soaked-through Chen Penghao followed the team, walking unsteadily down a corridor.
Beyond the corridor was another room, presenting before them twenty doors, each emanating a strong light, as if hinting that paradise lay within, beckoning them to enter quickly.
Standing in front of the doors, those equally drenched people began to undress, both n and won uniformly stripping naked.
Feeling sowhat embarrassed, Chen Penghao still eventually undressed like everyone else, while his eyes fixed on a few girls with good figures and fairly attractive faces.
With indecent thoughts in mind, Chen Penghao walked towards a girl with long hair and a proud figure to his right front.
At that mont, these people walked towards the glowing doors.
Chen Penghao followed the girl into the light door, and just as he was about to reach out and embrace her, he suddenly felt a sharp pain co from underneath his left rib!
Chen Penghao looked down quickly, horrified to find that a wrist-thick, sharp iron rod had pierced through his body!
Looking at the girl in front of him, she too had been impaled, and then the two of them were lifted up by the sharp iron rod.
At that mont, Chen Penghao’s gaze shifted away from the girl’s body and he shockingly discovered that they were suspended on a huge iron rack—then a pair of hands, using extrely sharp iron hooks, pierced his right thigh, hanging him high on the rack, allowing his blood to flow down and cover his entire face.
As his vision was colored red with blood, Chen Penghao also saw everything clearly!
Before him was a line of creatures—no, not humans!
They had human bodies but were two to three tis the size of Chen Penghao, and what shocked him the most was that they had gigantic dog heads on their necks!
At that mont, a fat dog-headed man pointed towards him and said, "Boss, I want this man’s left thigh for today’s midday human at noodles."
"Alright."
A huge hand grabbed Chen Penghao, threw him onto a bloody, foul-slling wooden board, and then, Chen Penghao saw a huge cleaver chop down fiercely towards his left leg!
In the last mont of his life, he saw that the one wielding the cleaver was also a dog-headed man!
"Ahhh!!!"
Chen Penghao let out a loud scream!
This scream drew the attention of everyone around him.
With a look of terror, Chen Penghao desperately touched his head, his body, his legs, and then he let out a long sigh of relief, "It was just a dream."
Chen Penghao’s girlfriend was probably also hungry; she was about to reach for the bowl of noodles on Chen Penghao’s table when he snatched it away, exclaiming, "You can’t eat this, you just can’t eat this! Never ever, absolutely, definitely, I would rather die than eat this!"
Listening to Chen Penghao’s sowhat incoherent words, you, standing at the door holding Zhao’er’s little hand, couldn’t help but smile slightly, and the two of you walked hand in hand towards the bus station hall opposite.
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