Strange national destiny: My Chinese-style horror scares the world

The stall owner was an old man who looked very thin and had normal physical development.

The only abnormal thing is that he has eyes all over his body.

When the sack came closer, the old man's eye under his ear noticed him, but the old man didn't look at him directly.

When he came to the front of the old man's stall and stopped, the old man began to talk to him:

"Hey, customer, you want to buy some glasses? Which one do you like? Pick any one you want, you can try them out for free."

Ma Dai recalled the blind man he met at the beginning. The other party wanted a pair of eyes and promised to give 10 ghost coins as a reward.

Then, as long as you purchase the goods at a cost of less than 10 yuan, you can make a profit.

Isn't this the business?

Although the profit is a bit low, doing business is always difficult at the beginning. Only when the snowball starts to roll will it grow explosively.

Masai glanced at the bottles and jars on the table, inside which were all kinds of eyeballs.

The eyeballs are as big as basketballs, amber in color, and the pair of vertical pupils are like cracks in space, with infinite bright stars shining inside.

Some of the eyeballs were as big as fists, and some had two pupils. For some reason, when Ma Dai saw the eyeballs with two pupils, he felt that the eyes were still alive, staring straight at him.

His whole body shuddered and he quickly avoided the other person's gaze, his eyes falling on an eye the size of a soybean.

These eyes... well, the blind man probably doesn't have a matching pair.

When he thought about a pair of small eyes as big as soybeans growing out of a normal person's eye sockets, Ma Dai felt that the scene was simply evil and crazy.

He scared himself and raised his fear level.

Shaking his head, he simply asked the stall owner directly:

“How much is the cheapest one?”

"20."

"Seize the young master?"

"20."

I don’t know if it was because he spoke too loudly, but all eight eyes on the stall owner’s face suddenly stared at the sack, including the eyeballs on his arms and the backs of his hands, which all looked up.

Ma Dai immediately calmed down his temper and asked cautiously:

"Can it be cheaper?"

Buying for 20 yuan and selling for 10 yuan, even charity workers wouldn't dare to be so generous. They'd probably lose their pants.

"15, this is the lowest. If it's any lower, I'll lose money."

The stall owner's eyes were still fixed on the sack, and it seemed more like he was threatening than bargaining.

At this moment, Ma Dai really wanted to sprinkle black dog blood on this guy's eyes, then pick up the things and run away.

But he was just thinking about it.

If he really did that, he would be killed before he could run two steps.

"Uh...9 is okay?"

Despite the tremendous pressure, Ma Dai still asked another question tentatively.

Because he really had no other choice. If the first step failed, then there was no need to bother with the rest and he could just admit defeat.

"13, this is already the lowest, not a penny less."

Unexpectedly, the stall owner relented again.

sack:……

He suddenly felt like a rookie soldier.

These eyes were obviously not worth the price, but the other party asked for too high a price and I had no experience in bargaining, so I didn't bargain hard enough.

So, he could only continue to chop:

"8... pieces?"

"puff!"

The next second, a machete struck Sack's head directly, splitting his head in half like cutting a watermelon.

Blood mixed with brain matter instantly splattered everywhere, and the boss's body was bathed in blood rain.

His eyes were filled with viciousness, and he said:

"Fuck you, you're bullying an honest person, right? You keep bargaining for me, thinking I'm easy to bully, aren't you?"

"Puff-"

Sack's body fell to the ground. He never used his trump card until his death and died in such an unclear way.

A team member nearby saw Sack dead and was so scared that he trembled.

“How terrible! How terrible…”

He kept repeating it, as if he was frightened by the danger and horror atmosphere of this strange city.

Who would kill someone just because of a disagreement? Are you doing business or robbery?

Fear is fear,

The team member also understood that this must be some kind of rule of the Ghost City.

You can bargain.

But there is a limit on the number of times.

It cannot exceed three times, otherwise, certain conditions will be triggered and you will be hacked to death by the stall owner.

Of course, the number three is not accurate. It could be four times, or it could be two times.

And the stall owner also gave some hints just now.

He has already said, "This is already the lowest, not a penny less."

This was almost an explicit indication, and the fact that the boss's eyes were fixed on the sack was also a hint.

This means that the stall owner is about to explode and you need to be careful.

Unfortunately, Ma Dai’s brain was not very good and he was not smart enough to notice the approaching danger and ended up dying.

"Guest, guest? Are you going to sell it to me?"

At this time, the stall owner in front of the team member asked impatiently.

This is a starving ghost with very obvious characteristics. He is extremely skinny, but has a big belly. He has an almost pathological obsession with food.

He is not a seller, but a buyer, and what he buys is human flesh.

One pound of meat is worth 50 ghost coins.

This seemed worthwhile, and at first, the team member thought so too.

His eyes lit up and he felt that he had found a way to pass the level quickly.

After all, a normal adult weighs about 150 kilograms.

If it were these people who have been screened, are tall, exercise regularly, and have large muscle mass,

The weight can reach about 180 kilograms.

But soon, he realized that he was wrong.

That's not how the account is calculated.

A person doesn't actually have much flesh on his body.

A normal person weighs more than 100 kilograms, which includes bones, brain, internal organs, etc. After removing these, there is not much left to sell.

Moreover, the premise of selling meat is that you can survive after selling the meat.

If the belly fat is sold, the internal organs will fall out and the person will not live long.

Similarly, the thigh meat, although seemingly not so important,

But once it is cut off, it is equivalent to crippling the leg, because people need to use the leg muscles to exert strength when walking or even standing, and the largest and strongest muscles in the human body are concentrated in the legs.

Once the flesh on the legs is cut off, you will have to crawl throughout the entire copy.

What’s even more deadly is that this didn’t happen in an operating room, but in a stall with very poor hygiene conditions.

This requires consideration of issues such as excessive blood loss, bacterial infection, and wound pain.

Any problem in any of these items could result in instant death.

This is no joke. Even if it is just cutting your kidney, there are professionals to do it. They have to make sure that you can survive after your kidney is cut.

After comprehensive consideration, the team member gave up the idea of ​​selling meat.

Anyway, he won't sell his own meat.

When he was about to leave, he suddenly looked at the corpse in the sack on the ground and said to the starving ghost stall owner behind him:

"Boss, do you want a dead person?"