Be a boss in a survival game

Chapter 291 290 [Emperor Feng Jinyuan 17]

Xie Zhao and Lu Yan came out of rooms 105 and 106 respectively, went to look around the entire second floor of the inn, and found that the inn on the second floor was clean. Everything at night is like a dream in Nanke.

This weird arrangement is hidden in silence.

The old lady is like a normal running npc who doesn't know it.

But at this moment, a voice came over, breaking the silence——

"Hey! Let me tell you! What are you guys doing here? It's early in the morning and you still don't go out for activities? What happened last night was wonderful."

The voice of a middle-aged man came from the stairs on the second floor.

Lu Yan looked a little familiar, but this uncle had already gone up to the second floor, came to a group of players, picked up a bowl without thinking, and directly held the bowl "Gulu" Gulu" began to swallow and drink the meatball clear soup.

Xie Zhao: "..."

Lu Yan: "..."

The other seven people: "..."

This feeling is a little subtle.

The old lady didn't stop her either, but there were some dark lights flashing in her eyes.

Seeing the middle-aged man gobbling it up, Lu Yan finally softened his heart and became talkative: "Is that... delicious?"

The old woman had already handed the chopping board to the middle-aged man, and went down to the second floor without looking back, as if she had other things to do.

The middle-aged uncle ate very anxiously, and he didn't want to stop for a moment. He ate and said, "It's not good, it's so bad, it's not good at all, it's really the worst thing I've ever eaten."

Although Lu Yan doubted his inconsistent rhythm, he still asked him quietly: "Brother, don't you think about what ingredients this is made of?"

At the same time, eight people, Xie Zhao, Gonghu Gong, and Wei Yuyao, all entered room 104, and seemed to need to check something.

When Xie Zhao entered room 104, the middle-aged uncle who seemed to be concentrating on eating, glanced at Xie Zhao clearly from the corner of his eye, both sizing up and paying attention.

Lu Yan and the middle-aged uncle were left alone on the second floor of the inn.

The sky was bright, and the breathing sound of the strange guest in the corner room of the inn almost completely disappeared.

The middle-aged uncle was noncommittal about Lu Yan's evaluation of his food. In his opinion, this place is so barren, and finally a meal of broth and meat dishes must be a godsend.

In the middle-aged uncle's subconscious mind, Lu Yan has taken a fancy to him!
Eating faster: "Ah??? What??? What did you say??? Slow down." I eat faster.

He didn't say anything in the second half of the sentence, he wasn't an idiot.

Seeing that he ate deliciously, Lu Yan felt a little wicked, so he told him directly: "Last night, someone died in our inn. The reason why everyone didn't eat breakfast is because the broth and meat are all made of human flesh."

After finishing speaking, Lu Yan looked at the middle-aged uncle and his almost finished meal full of chopping boards with an indescribably complicated expression on his face.

Lu Yan's voice was not too loud, but this sentence was even softer than the previous sentence, but the middle-aged uncle listened to it, and was stunned on the spot, neither swallowing nor spitting out the meat in his mouth, and said with a surprised look on his face: "No way..."

"How could this meat be human flesh? Are you a chainsaw maniac who has watched too much?"

The middle-aged uncle obviously didn't want to believe it, but the piece of meat he picked up in his hand had been silently put down.

In the next second, the middle-aged uncle suddenly smelled an overwhelming fishy smell. The aftertaste was so strong that he couldn't hold back the food in his hand and vomited on the spot.

(End of this chapter)