In the last days, people spend crazy money to buy equipment.

When Shen Musen went down, the front hall was filled with tables and chairs, with delicious food on the table, and the people sitting in the seats were chatting and laughing.

They look like a lively family. The only strange thing is that they are all so beautiful, as if they were sculpted by meditation.

Their appearance did not attract the attention of these people. They were still immersed in their own world, talking and repeating pleasantries.

What Shen Musen had just said started to circulate in his mind again, and it was terrifying to think that the people sitting here were all stitched people.

Next to Shu Chou, there were two evil-looking Shu Yan and Fang Yougong, who looked out of place.

The other four empty seats were clearly reserved for Shen Musen and his party.

Seeing them coming down, Shu Chou stood up from his chair and greeted them.

"You are here, come on, come on, this is the place I have reserved for you."

As soon as Shu Chou opened his mouth, these perfect "dolls" seemed to have just noticed them, and they all moved out of the way. They stopped discussing and just watched quietly.

Before he knew the truth, he thought Shu Chou's face was comparable to the beauty in the world. After knowing the truth, he had goosebumps and felt extremely terrified.

He leaned into Zhuo Chang's ear and whispered, "Can I not sit next to her? She feels so permeable."

Zhuo Chang rolled her eyes at him, should I go?

The four of them walked slowly to the table. Under Shu Chou's gaze, Shen Musen was about to reach out and pull the chair closest to Shu Chou, when a long, slender hand with sharp bones stretched out from behind to stop her.

Shen Musen looked back and saw Qi Heng.

He slowly pulled up the chair and sat down, without saying a word, and his actions to protect Shen Musen were very obvious.

Shu Chou raised his eyebrows.

After Shen Musen sat down, Zhuo Chang and Mu Yan sat down next to her one after another.

Shu Chou looked at them with funny expressions and strange eyes.

The words coming out of my mouth made my heart tremble.

"Brother Mu Yan, why don't you talk to me? Are you still so far away from me?"

Looking at Mu Yan with beautiful eyes, Mu Yan smiled awkwardly and picked up the napkin on the table and pressed the corners of his lips.

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and tried his best to avoid letting the monster in front of him notice anything strange.

"For some reason, I feel a little pain in my stomach."

It's better not to make this excuse.

Fortunately, Shu Chou didn't think too much. She greeted warmly: "Maybe it's because my stomach is cold. Come, try this bowl of soup. Our Chef Chen, the stew is delicious."

With her slender plain hands, she picked up the bowl in front of her and went to scoop out the snow-white hoof flower soup stewed in the middle.

I'm in an illusion. Who knows what the true form of this hoof flower soup is?

Mu Yan hurriedly stood up to stop her, and he pushed her politely: "No, sister... I'll just rest for a while, I'll be fine after a while."

Shu Chou still scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it to Mu Yan, "It's okay, drink it when it's better."

He looked at the bowl of delicious soup as if it were poison.

Zhuo Chang looked at the delicious and delicious dishes on the table and had no desire to eat them.

The people around were eating with cups and cups intertwined, and they were devouring their food. Upon closer observation, they did not chew the food, but directly put it in their mouths and swallowed it whole.

The woman holding the child repeatedly picked up a plate of vegetables, and the water spinach dropped on the table without her realizing it.

The child in her arms stared blankly here with wide eyes, like a lifeless doll in a toy store.

The men seemed to be drinking and chatting, but the strange thing was that the clothes on their bodies showed different dark patches, as if water had moistened the clothes.

At Shu Chou's table, apart from Fang Yougong feasting, Shu Yan rarely visited.

Shen Musen and the others barely moved.

Kung pao chicken and sweet and sour pork ribs are neatly placed on the plate.

"Don't you like to eat?"

Shu Chou put down his chopsticks and looked straight at them, the sweet smile on his face getting wider and wider, his beautiful eyes catching people's hearts.

Mu Yan shook his head.

Shen Musen picked up the soup she had scooped out and threw the soup and bowl back into the soup.

"Don't drink."

The porcelain bowl collided with the bottom of the table and made a crisp sound. Shu Chou's face turned cold, and the people around him immediately fell silent.

More than a dozen people were sitting in unison, with stiff expressions, and turned their heads to look at Shen Musen.

Mu Yan poked Zhuo Chang quietly with his finger under the table, family members, who understands? From the corner of his eye, he saw the person behind him turning his head 180 degrees.

This thing is scarier than zombies.

The raised corners of Shu Chou's mouth slowly lowered, and her eyes gradually turned cold, as if looking at a dead person.

"I'll say it again, do you want to eat or not?"

Shen Musen shook his head, "I won't eat."

The atmosphere was eerily quiet, eerie and creepy.

Shu Yan took the chopsticks and pulled the rice in the bowl so hard that her body almost shook like a sieve.

The rice was stuffed so much that my mouth could barely hold it, and my scarred face was like a swollen balloon.

In her throat, she muttered vaguely: "I will eat, I will eat."

"Why are you always so disobedient?"

Shu Chou stood up, her head hanging down, her loose hair covering her entire face.

The hotel's luxurious crystal chandelier began to shake uncontrollably.

Shen Musen watched the food on the table rotting bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.