51: Chapter 51: She’s Already Considered a Relatively Normal Neighbor 51: Chapter 51: She’s Already Considered a Relatively Normal Neighbor Han Fei dared to directly enter room 1052 because he had thought it through thoroughly.
He had already been there for three hours, had completed the hidden task, and could leave the ga at any ti.
Moreover, ng Shi once ntioned that the tenant in 1052 had never hard anyone and had even saved Chenchen who had accidentally run upstairs.
Although the person had a sickly terrifying expression, kept a strange pet, and had chopped off the head of the Faceless Ghost with a knife, Han Fei still felt that the person was a good neighbor.
The reason was simple: this woman had just killed the ghost that wanted to harm him and had saved his life.
Watching the woman’s blood-red silhouette, the dagger, heads, and her lips as vivid as blood, these were all the impressions she had left on Han Fei.
Upon opening the door marked with the word “death,” a strange fragrance wafted out from inside.
Room 1052 was connected to 1051, but the sll coming from inside was completely different.
The dim light shone on the woman’s pale face, and her bright red coat seed sowhat harsh on the eyes.
After Han Fei entered the room, she casually closed the door.
Listening to the sound of the door closing, Han Fei’s heartbeat began to accelerate.
He surveyed his surroundings; the room was even more bizarre than he had imagined.
A huge dining table was placed in the center of the living room, topped with beautifully arranged dishes, each filled with “delicious” food emitting an enticing aroma.
If it had been just this, Han Fei wouldn’t have been scared, but the problem was that none of the “delicious” food emitting the fragrance was sothing a normal person would eat.
“Dolls?
Photos?
Hair?”
The “food” on the plates was bizarre, and just looking made Han Fei extrely uncomfortable.
He instinctively wanted to step back, but his body touched sothing ice-cold.
When he turned around, a pale arm was resting on his shoulder, the emotionless fingers softly brushing his neck.
“What do you like to eat?” The woman’s voice rose beside Han Fei’s ear, her words seemingly infused with a fragrance—a fragrance that made him frightened.
“I don’t really know what I like to eat, my family’s quite poor.
I’m thankful for anything I get to eat,” Han Fei dared not answer casually, fearing she might do sothing crazy like take him at his word if he said he liked at.
“A child who isn’t picky is the easiest to raise.” The woman’s cold fingers moved away from Han Fei’s neck, her words cryptic.
After speaking, she carried the head of the Faceless Ghost into the kitchen.
“Easy to raise?” Han Fei eyed the dagger on the table after the woman entered the kitchen.
That kind of blood-stained dagger seed to be abundant in her collection, each one different in length and style, seemingly serving different purposes.
“She used this knife to pierce the brain of the Faceless Ghost…” Han Fei had no ans of self-defense, and he unconsciously moved closer to the dining table, reaching out to touch the cutlery on it.
A warm sensation flowed from his fingertips into his body, followed imdiately by a sharp scream in his ears, startling him into quickly withdrawing his hand.
At the sa ti, the voice of the system echoed in his Consciusness.
“Player number 0000, please beware!
You have discovered a Grade G Blood Silk item—Bloodstained Dinner Knife.”
“Bloodstained Dinner Knife: a cursed knife, extrely sharp.
Prolonged use incites uncontrollable urges to cut objects and people nearby.”
Han Fei had never seen an item cursed like this before; it seed that it could harm ghosts, yet the price to pay was that the user would be cursed as well.
Rembering the appearance of the guest in room 1052, Han Fei felt it was better not to touch other people’s belongings.
As Han Fei let his mind wander, a rich aroma drifted from the kitchen, and he unconsciously swallowed, glancing sideways into the kitchen.
The kitchen door was ajar, and Han Fei could dimly see a brilliant red figure.
Inhaling the scent in the air, he walked toward the kitchen.
His fingers touched the doorknob, and just as Han Fei was about to push the kitchen door open, it swung open by itself.
A woman holding a black stew pot appeared at the kitchen entrance; she was smiling at Han Fei, fresh blood visible on her fingers.
The inviting aroma ca from the pot, but the Faceless Ghost’s head was nowhere to be seen.
“I have a special need for food, I’ve always been searching for the ultimate flavor,” the woman said as she walked forward with the black pot, her steps so fast that Han Fei kept retreating, “You must be hungry too, right?”
She scooped two spoons of at soup from the black pot, then dumped the rest of the contents into the trash can.
Han Fei hadn’t seen the Faceless Ghost’s head in the pot, which slightly relieved him.
“What’s wrong?” The woman heard Han Fei’s gasp, casually placed the stew pot on the table, and turned to look at him.
“Isn’t that wasteful?” a look of regret appeared on Han Fei’s face, “The at you cooked slls so delicious, it’s really a sha to throw it away.”
Nobody dislikes being complinted.
After hearing Han Fei praise her cooking, the woman’s smile grew wider, “That at was just a side ingredient, I wanted the soup.
Besides, those side ingredients won’t go to waste, I’ll feed them to my pet.”
“To room 1051?”
“Exactly, it loves the leftovers I give it,” the woman answered and went back into the kitchen.
When she opened the door, Han Fei saw various bizarre “things” hanging in the kitchen.
Han Fei didn’t know what those things were, but they looked similar to the way a butcher might hang freshly slaughtered at in a shop.
In just a few minutes, the woman had prepared several dishes, which she arranged on beautiful plates, then invited Han Fei to sit at the large dining table.
“I’ve lived here for a long ti, you’re the third person to co over to my house,” the woman lifted the lid from the dish, filling the room with a delicious aroma.
Han Fei was tempted, but when he saw the dish in front of him, he lost all desire to eat.
Presented before Han Fei was a plate of animal organs, still streaked with Blood Silk, and this was the most normal dish on the table.
Beyond the animal organs, there were several plants and a variety of bizarre ats that Han Fei had never seen before.
“Why aren’t you eating?” The woman picked up a napkin from the table and delicately wiped her lips.
Her movents were very elegant, but instead of removing her lipstick, it only appeared brighter.
It seed it wasn’t lipstick at all, but blood.
“Are you not eating because the food doesn’t taste good, or are you worried that these dishes are made from human flesh?” The woman laughed joyfully, stretching out her right hand to softly touch her cheek.
“Don’t worry, I have never hard anyone, and I’m not interested in human flesh,” the woman said, looking at Han Fei’s face, her crimson eyes gradually becoming vacant as she involuntarily bit her right hand’s little finger, “I pursue the ultimate delicacy, but human flesh does not taste good.”
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