It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

"Feast?" One of them licked his lips, a gleam in his eyes, as if this push was an irresistible invitation.

His companion also laughed, with a hint of ferocity in his voice: "I'm curious about what kind of delicious it will be."

These people all moved in a certain direction at the same time, wanting to see what kind of feast it was.

-

Xiao Huai stood on the dim street, slid his finger lightly, and brought up the system interface.

The numbers on the interface made him frown slightly:

[Current Hunger Value: 23]

In just half a day, the hunger level has soared to this level.

His eyes swept over the numbers, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, in the Hungry Ghost Realm, once you immerse yourself in something, the growth rate of your hunger value will be unexpectedly fast.

However, despite the rapid increase in hunger, his desire energy remained at zero.

Without energy, you can't lower your hunger level.

When the hunger value reaches a critical point, he may be dragged into hell or lose control.

Xiao Huai closed the system interface and looked up at the end of the alley.

There was a glint in his eyes.

It's time to officially start playing the game.

The greed effect restricts his use of powers and blessings, but there is one exception -

The power of a nightmare demon.

Mo Yu had already given all his power to Xiao Huai, and they were master and servant.

The source of darkness merged with him.

The power of nightmare is no longer an external help, but Xiao Huai's own ability.

Xiao Huai has only two special abilities: the bond of close friends and Tiansha.

Although due to the restrictions of the greed effect, Mo Yu is probably unable to leave the soul partner space for the time being.

The bond with his best friend was completely blocked, but the power of the nightmare had already penetrated every inch of his flesh and blood, becoming an inalienable existence.

At this moment, Xiao Huai lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up with a meaningful smile.

In that case, let him play the devil himself this time.

-

·3 p.m.·

An empty concrete building stood at the end of the gloomy street, its exterior walls covered with mottled cracks, revealing a long-abandoned, dead silence.

The door was half-open, and there was no sign of decoration inside, with broken cement blocks scattered everywhere.

A group of people arrived here one after another, looking at each other, their faces full of confusion and vigilance.

"A feast?" a man muttered, glancing around. "What a joke! There's not even a decent table in this place!"

Some people looked angry and turned away.

But some people narrowed their eyes and put on a meaningful smile.

They gently pushed the door open and walked in like hounds scenting their prey.

As you enter the building, you are greeted by a strange aroma, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco and an indescribable sweet and fishy taste.

This fragrance easily touches people's nerves and strikes a certain desire deep in the soul.

"What a nice smell..." someone couldn't help but murmur.

Just then, heavy and rhythmic footsteps were heard at the door.

A fat man with big ears pushed the door open and walked in, his round face was shiny and oily.

He was wearing a well-ironed dark suit, a gold pocket watch chain dangling from his chest, and several large rings on his fingers.

The footsteps were steady and rough, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor was particularly harsh.

He raised his head and glanced around, then suddenly shouted in a rough voice:

"Where's the food!? Where's the feast!?"

Following closely behind, several well-dressed men filed in.

Each of them wore a gorgeous suit, neatly tied bow tie, and cuffs shining with metallic luster.

However, their bodies are exaggerated, like human-shaped pigs, with bulging bellies, stubby fingers, and facial features stacked into a greedy and distorted look.

Their eyes wandered around the empty room. "If this is fake news, do you know what the consequences will be?"

A man so fat that his neck almost disappeared roared, "You don't even have the most basic shark fin?"

As the crowd gradually filled the building, the door suddenly slammed shut.

Suddenly, the lights in the room turned into a harsh war red, covering every wall like blood.

In the center of the originally empty room, piles of bloody raw meat suddenly appeared.

The pieces of meat were piled up as high as an altar, the surface covered with fresh blood, emitting a strong fishy smell.

The air was a mixture of incense and blood, and inexplicably exuded the aroma of food.

Those guys' eyes were shining and they were almost crazy with excitement.

They tore off their ties and rushed towards the pile of meat, shouting, "Hahaha! It's finally here! This isn't enough! I want more! More precious meat! Hahaha--"

They knelt on the ground, grabbed the raw meat with their hands and stuffed it into their mouths frantically. Blood dripped from the corners of their mouths, staining their originally exquisite suits.

The bloody scene was in stark contrast to the delicate clothes they were wearing, making the scene even more bizarre.

"Not enough... not enough." The fattest man roared madly, with a piece of meat in his mouth. "I want to eat the best. It doesn't matter how much it costs. I have money."

"Crack, click, click!"

At that moment, the concrete building was filled with the sound of clicking cameras.

When these people heard the sound of taking pictures, they couldn't help but look up and turn around to look behind them.

Footsteps sounded.

Amidst the chaos, a figure slowly walked out from the darkness.

Xiao Huai put one hand in his pocket, walked calmly, and glanced at everything indifferently.

There was no trace of surprise on his face, as if he had already anticipated the scene.

"Stuffed to death." He muttered softly, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was looking for a suitable title for the scene before him, "Or would it be better to be eaten?"

His voice was soft but it reached their ears clearly.

Someone stopped and looked up with blood at his mouth. "What do you mean by... being eaten?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pile of meat suddenly began to wriggle, and flesh buds grew out of the bloody pieces of meat, like tentacles, quickly wrapping around the person who was eating.

They screamed in terror and struggled desperately, only to find that the flesh granulations were getting tighter and tighter, firmly fixing their limbs.

"Ah! Help! Let me go!" Screams rang out one after another.

boom--

The roof of the concrete building collapsed, and debris scattered everywhere.

Everyone looked up in horror, only to see four pairs of giant hands appear in the gray sky.

Those hands gracefully grasped the shining knives and forks, their movements slow and precise, as if they were preparing to enjoy a fine dish.

Because their vision was obstructed, they couldn't see the owners of those hands, but the movements of the fingers revealed an overwhelming sense of control.

Only then did they realize that they were like a delicious dish served on the table.

"What...is this?!" someone shouted in horror, his voice breaking with trembling.

There was no answer, only the sound of metal knives and forks scraping against plates echoed in the air.

The knives and forks didn't kill them immediately, but played with them.

The crowd began to flee in all directions, trying to escape this nightmarish place.

They banged against the walls, searching for an exit, but found that they could not leave this space no matter what.

No matter how they ran, they seemed to be trapped in an endless maze. The scenes around them kept repeating themselves forever, as if time and space were infinitely extended.

They gradually became hungry.