fictionpage Chapter 251 Why not eat meat porridge?
Chapter 251 Why not eat meat porridge?
In the world of ghost stories, inside the staff canteen.
Lin Feng was staring at those signs when a line of red text suddenly appeared before his eyes:
The "Songshan Shaolin Flavor" is safe; the other options have higher uncertainty and are recommended to be avoided.
Lin Feng's gaze shifted almost imperceptibly.
Very good, it matches his initial assessment.
He looked up, meeting the lifeless eyes of the cafeteria lady, and said clearly:
"For my main course, I'd like a 'Songshan Shaolin Style' steamed bun."
The cafeteria lady paused slightly in her long-handled spoon, a complex emotion—a mixture of surprise and interest—fleeting across her face.
Lin Feng keenly noticed this, and the last trace of doubt in his heart dissipated—
That expression clearly said: You actually guessed them all right, kid. You're really blessed with incredible luck!
"Thump!" A plump white steamed bun was dumped onto his plate.
Lin Feng turned around with a plate piled high with food, glancing discreetly at Wasim, who was standing behind him.
Wasim immediately understood, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he nodded quickly.
Seeing that Lin Feng and his group had finished getting their food, many of the chosen ones followed suit and started copying their dishes.
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Studio:
"Wow, you're already copying answers?"
"If you ask me, the food serving window should be separated, with only one person going in at a time and exiting from the other end."
"Actually, copying homework is reasonable... After all, it's only the first day, and there are only 50 people in the dungeon. If too many are eliminated, Lin Feng might have a hard time handling it alone in the later stages."
"That's right, the fact that the others survived is also a relief for Brother Feng."
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Lin Feng, Vassim, Chiba Saori, and Songxi found an empty seat by the window and sat down.
Since only four people could sit at the table, Park Chang-beom had to sit down behind them.
At this moment, Grace from the United States also came over with her plate, greeted Lin Feng and the other three, and then sat down opposite Park Chang-beom.
After all, Lin Feng's team is undoubtedly the top-tier (T0) team in this dungeon, so we should include them if possible.
Lin Feng noticed that Grace's smile was somewhat forced, and there was a hint of fatigue and fear in her eyes. Clearly, her work at the visitor center that morning had not been easy.
As expected, the food on her plate was exactly the same as Lin Feng's.
Sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting bright yellow patches of light on the tabletops, bringing a touch of unreal warmth to the otherwise oppressive cafeteria.
Lin Feng immediately picked up the plump white bun and broke it open with both hands—
A wave of steam, a mixture of sesame oil, mushrooms, and sweet vegetables, wafted over.
The bun skin is soft and fluffy, and the filling inside is clearly visible.
The dish is garnished with diced fresh shiitake mushrooms, chopped bright green vegetables, tender tofu cubes, and a few golden carrots.
A pure, authentic vegetarian bun.
Lin Feng made up his mind and immediately took a bite.
At the same time, his gaze inadvertently drifted to a table on the left side of the aisle.
There sat a young man with a light blonde perm, who looked like he was from Northern Europe.
In front of him was a broken bun, but at this moment, his face was ashen, and his pupils were dilated with extreme fear.
What he broke open the bun was not a vegetarian filling, but a dark red clump of minced meat of unknown origin.
The man with the perm suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping around in a flustered manner, finally meeting Lin Feng's eyes.
A plea flashed clearly in his eyes—"Help me."
Lin Feng remained expressionless, simply turning his gaze back to his plate.
The man with the perm in despair turned his gaze back to the steamed bun, his face contorted with fear and hesitation.
Ultimately, the instinct for survival prevailed over everything.
He pretended his hand slipped and "accidentally" dropped the horrible meat bun on the ground.
"Oh no!" he exclaimed, dramatically grabbing his hair. "It's all dirty! How can we eat this?!"
After doing all this, he forced himself to remain calm, picked up the pan-fried fish fillet from his plate, and took a bite with a sense of relief.
A dozen seconds passed, and everything was normal.
The man with the perm gradually relaxed, and his tense shoulders slumped slightly.
However, at that moment, something unexpected happened!
His right hand, which was holding the fork, suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably. He looked down in horror and discovered that the skin on his hand was losing its luster and texture at a visible speed, turning as dark red as the meat filling!
Moreover, this terrible "melting" was not static; it spread rapidly upwards along his wrist like the most corrosive mold!
Wherever it passed, skin, muscles, and bones seemed to lose their boundaries, all turning into an indescribable, writhing mass of flesh!
"Help..." he tried to call for help, but his lips and chin had melted into a lump, and he could only make a creepy "plop" sound, like minced meat being squeezed.
His eyes were wide open, filled with endless fear and despair, but soon even his eyeballs softened and became part of the flesh.
His body went limp, his clothes deflated, and in less than two minutes, he completely "melted" into a dark red, sticky, and shapeless mass of meat paste, indistinguishable from the filling of steamed buns on the ground.
The mass of minced meat seemed to wriggle slightly twice as if it were alive, and then, right before everyone's eyes, like water absorbed by the floor, it silently seeped into the cracks in the ground and disappeared without a trace.
Only an empty chair and a set of slightly steaming plates remained, proving that someone had been sitting there just moments before.
The entire cafeteria was deathly silent.
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Studio:
"Holy crap!!!! I'm eating a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) right now!!!! Ugh—!!!"
"What kind of horrible death is this?! Melted into mincemeat?!"
"This is absolutely amazing! More thrilling than any horror movie!"
"This is absolutely disgusting, everyone! I don't want to see minced meat for a whole month!"
"Where did all that minced meat go after seeping into the ground? Could it be... it was just 'recycled'?"
"Absolutely! It will definitely be transported to the kitchen as raw material!"
"It reminds me of the steamed buns at Sun Erniang's inn in the Water Margin... filled with human flesh!"
"This is even more ruthless than Sun Erniang! At least Sun Erniang gave a quick death, but this guy watched himself turn into meat filling!"
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In the cafeteria, a deathly silence was followed by a sudden outburst of terror.
"vomit--!"
At the nearest table, a young girl wearing glasses suddenly covered her mouth, but still couldn't stop dry heaving, her face turning ashen.
"Wow--!"
Another slender man also bent over and vomited all the food he had just eaten onto the floor, filling the air with a sour and rotten smell.
Many others were pale-faced, trembling, and their cutlery clattered onto their plates, showing no appetite whatsoever.
At Lin Feng's table, although he and Wasim also frowned, their expressions were relatively calm, and their eating was not affected in any way.
Chiba Saori and Songxi dared not look any longer, and both of them lowered their heads and covered their eyes tightly with their hands.
Sitting at the table behind Lin Feng and his group, Park Chang-beom, a seasoned boxer, also had a solemn expression, with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead.
Grace couldn't hold it in either. She covered her mouth and rushed to the nearby trash can, where she gagged violently a few times before vomiting up everything in her stomach...