novelraw Chapter 44: Don’t eat me anymore
Chapter 44: Don’t eat me anymore
Plop!
The blade was incredibly sharp, like cutting through tofu, but the sound wasn’t loud.
With one swift motion, after a moment, blood slowly flowed out along the blade’s edge, gradually increasing in volume.
"Hehe, perfectly ripe, such a red watermelon, it must be sweet!"
The big man spoke, preparing to continue cutting as if he were cutting a watermelon, with one hand pressing on Karl’s lifeless head.
It seemed like he really intended to cut it like a watermelon, and maybe even bite into it piece by piece.
This was unbearable for Alexander!
You can kill if you want, but why be so disgusting?
As a normal person, and a morally upright one at that, Alexander couldn’t tolerate such heinous acts.
Mainly because it was just too repulsive!
Of course, a small part of the reason was also to taste the flavor of the M12 steak once again.
After a ghost died and went through the refining process of the culinary skill, it was like a person being cremated and their ashes absorbed by the soil, growing into plants.
Even someone as kind-hearted as Alexander found it repulsive. How could he bear to see the big man dirtying the ground... no, that wasn’t right! How could he watch the big man be so cruel!
In that moment, Alexander stood up abruptly, looking directly at the big man and said coldly:
"It’s rest time now, and you’re causing trouble. Isn’t that going too far?"
Speaking like this was mainly for Alexander to show off a bit! After all, he was now an expert among these newcomers.
Besides, a little teasing might even increase their liking towards him!
However, it was clear that the big man didn’t give him that opportunity. Upon seeing Alexander, his eyes lit up: "So fragrant! Such a fragrant watermelon! It must be perfectly ripe! Let’s eat watermelon!"
As he spoke, he raised the large knife in his hand and charged towards Alexander’s head.
Alexander stared at the favorability value on top of his head, but there was no change whatsoever.
Whether it was through attacking or befriending, at least the favorability value should have fluctuated, right?
But this big man’s value remained at zero.
If it were simply nonexistent, it could still be an illusion or someone pretending, but having a value of zero while swinging a knife at him without any reaction!
Could this be a dumb ghost?
Alexander swiftly dodged, and the excited big man, holding the knife, didn’t swing it at Alexander’s body but rather focused solely on his head.
"It seems like he truly is a dumb ghost! In that case, there’s no other choice... but to eat you!"
Mumbling under his breath, though his hand continued its movements without stopping, a baseball bat appeared in Alexander’s hand, with ghostly energy surging. He swung the bat directly downward.
This dumb ghost had no idea how to dodge, and the bat struck him right in the forehead. The next moment, it seemed to hit something sharp, and immediately after, the dumb ghost trembled, dropping the boning knife from his hand and collapsing weakly.
One-hit kill!
The people who had already stopped pretending to sleep widened their eyes in astonishment.
"Is he that weak?"
Alexander frowned slightly. The ghost’s ghostly energy inside it was definitely at the level of an evil spirit. Logically speaking, even with the use of ghostly energy, a baseball bat like this shouldn’t be able to deliver a one-hit kill.
"It’s because you’re too strong!"
Jessica and the others quickly flattered him.
Perhaps it was because he had eaten that ghost-transformed snowflake beef, causing all his attributes to increase by ten points!
Alexander speculated in his mind.
Whether it was the reason or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that his attributes had significantly increased, and the taste of ghost food was truly unparalleled, capable of transforming into any top-quality ingredient.
He couldn’t let this evil spirit-level one go. He immediately spoke to Jessica and the others:
"You guys bring Karl’s body up to the third floor so it doesn’t stink. I’ll go out and deal with this ghost corpse!"
They all nodded quickly, not daring to hesitate in the slightest.
Although they didn’t know why Alexander wanted to handle the ghost corpse separately, no one dared to ask.
The reason was simple: they were scared!
It wasn’t that they were afraid of Alexander’s strength or the ghostly entities in his hands, but rather they were afraid of Alexander’s ruthless and decisive way of handling things.
In fact, everyone was awake just now and witnessed the entire process.
The big man ghost originally targeted Jessica, so why did he suddenly think Karl and Alexander smelled good? What was the difference between them?
It was extremely terrifying to think about it!
Their speculations were not entirely wrong. Ghost food was ineffective for ordinary people without the ghost chef constitution. However, for ghost entities, although it couldn’t be absorbed as perfectly as the ghost chef’s talents, it was still a great supplement!
After dragging the big man’s ghost corpse out of the small building, Alexander once again began to use his culinary skills on the ghost.
The most important part of this process was actually to remove impurities, negative energy, fragments of consciousness, and so on, leaving behind the purest energy.
As for the subsequent transformation into ingredients, it was simply to satisfy the desire for food. It didn’t matter what it was transformed into. Its essence was still energy, a certain type of energy even purer than ghostly energy.
In just a while, Alexander had completed the transformation of the big man’s ghost corpse.
Since there were no pots or pans, this time Alexander created a super-sized pheasant, twice the size of a turkey. The seasoning was still just salt, but fortunately, there was a tree in the courtyard with large leaves that emitted a faint fragrance similar to bamboo leaves.
He wrapped the pheasant with the leaves and covered it in mud, then placed it directly in the charcoal fire to roast.
After the fire went out, he covered the charcoal with soil and let it steam for half an hour.
Soon, the pitch-black clump of mud was dug out from the fire pit by Alexander.
After breaking the shell, a strong aroma of meat, mixed with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, rushed out like a tide.
As the wrapped leaves were peeled away, layer by layer, the rich aroma became even more enticing.
"Wow, it smells so good! What is this? It’s incredibly fragrant!"
Suddenly, an old, somewhat hoarse voice sounded.
In the darkness, a face full of wrinkles and covered in corpse spots appeared.
It was an old ghost, an evil spirit-level old ghost!
"Old man, care to have some?"
Alexander enthusiastically asked.
Respecting the elderly, he hadn’t become so insane as to want to kill a ghost for food at the first encounter.
After all, the good feeling on this old ghost’s head wasn’t zero, but 3.
This meant that he could increase the good feeling and reap the rewards before considering other matters!
"Good! Good! You’re a filial child. Unlike others who run away at the sight of an old man!"
The old ghost chuckled and walked over, not hesitating at all. He reached out and grabbed a large chicken leg to eat.
Alexander didn’t feel any pain from losing the chicken leg. The effect of ghost food decreased with the same-level ghosts, and the enhancement to the body would eventually wear off. The truly precious ones should be the ghost food with innate ghost skills.
For example, the old man in front of him seemed to have some skilled qualities!
The two of them ate heartily. This time, Alexander only managed to snatch more than half of the chicken, and with the diminishing effect, he gained five points in all attributes.
But he was already quite satisfied. The old ghost across from him continued to eat while constantly praising:
"You’re a good kid! I was originally planning to capture you and sell your meat. But seeing how cooperative you are, I’ll only need one of your arms later... Ka-beng..."
Suddenly, the old ghost took a bite into the chicken’s head, the size of a fist, as if he had bitten into something.
Upon closer inspection, there was actually a long nail stuck in the chicken’s head!
It looked like the type of long nail used for fencing or building fences to nail wooden boards. It seemed familiar!
Wait a minute!
The old ghost widened his eyes in shock.
Wasn’t this the dumb big ghost’s thing!
The dumb big ghost was a nearby ghost who, while sneaking into someone’s yard to steal watermelons, tripped and hit his forehead on an upright nail.
The dumb big ghost was pitiful in a way. He was a fool in life and remained a fool in death.
That nail would be an unavoidable weakness for any powerful ghost below the fierce ghost level.
This dumb big ghost treasures the hole in his forehead every day, and even a punch to his forehead can kill him.
How did the dumb big ghost’s thing end up on the head of this strange chicken that came out of nowhere?
This chicken is really big, to the point where a nail can be buried in its forehead!
Wait a minute!
Forehead, nail, a strangely large chicken, and the missing dumb big ghost!
The more you think about it, the more horrifying and chilling it becomes!
"What’s wrong?"
Just then, Alexander approached, holding a Haddock cigarette in his hand, and offered it with a smile.
In the eyes of the old ghost, this smile seemed somewhat sinister.
"It’s nothing. A bone got stuck in my throat, so I’m going to get it out!"
The old ghost lowered his voice to a hoarser tone and stood up, secretly gripping the nail in his hand, and walked toward the tree.
Alexander’s guess was correct. The old ghost was indeed not an ordinary ghost. He had sneaked into this Fierce Ghost Restaurant.
However, his ability was not very strong but rather an auxiliary talent - communication!
According to legend, when a person dies and becomes a ghost, there is a separation between yin and yang.
The old ghost’s ability was a brief form of communication, but the time was very short.
This place was too eerie, and the old ghost decided to use his talent.
Within his cochlea, a flash of silver light passed, and then intermittently, extremely terrified voices came through:
"Transformed... transformed into a chicken..."
"Don’t eat me anymore... don’t... don’t roast me..."
"Done... done... I’m done!"
Intermittently, only the old ghost could hear these extremely terrified voices.
The old ghost’s heart was racing. That chicken! It was the dumb big ghost!
Who exactly... is human, and who is the ghost?
Just then, a piercing, sharp, and terrifying voice suddenly echoed from the nail in his hand:
"Run! Run quickly!"