Eight dishes and two soups, with enticing colors, aromas, and flavors, featuring a proper balance of meat and vegetables.
For his guests, Pan Hong's hospitality was beyond reproach.
Yet as everyone stared at the steaming food on the table, a creeping terror made their hair stand on end.
Only the sloppy man was eating with genuine relish.
Liang Fei glanced sideways, a trace of doubt flashing across his brow.
With the naked eye alone, the food on the table revealed nothing out of the ordinary, but upon closer inspection—
Or rather, given that everyone present possessed no small amount of skill, they were naturally able to pierce through the mist and see the reality beneath.
The food on the table not only exuded the stench of decay, but maggots were crawling all over it...
Was this meant for human consumption?
"Distinguished masters, is the food not to your liking?"
Seeing that everyone had yet to touch their chopsticks, Pan Hong asked with a puzzled look.
This wasn't a matter of the food not being to their liking—they simply couldn't swallow it at all!
They exchanged glances, and Yan Qi forced a wry smile.
"We ate plenty on the way here, so our stomachs are still quite full."
*Rumble... rumble!*
No sooner had he spoken than his stomach let out a most uncooperative growl, as if venting its dissatisfaction.
A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face, and Yang Mei said,
"Elder Pan, perhaps you should first tell us what happened in this residence. Otherwise, we have no peace of…
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