A tremendous shock jolted Jiang Chenxin fully awake. She stared wide-eyed and finally realized that every dish on the table was made from a part of the human body. The so-called braised eggplant was actually a heap of eyeballs piled on a plate. The salt-and-pepper chicken feet were fresh human hands, blood still dripping from their severed ends. And the Beggar’s Chicken in the large stewpot at the center was actually a boiled human head, fresh blood still running from its empty eye sockets.
She tried to scream, but her throat seemed to have lost all strength, and not...
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