"Please hurry and save me. If you don't, I'm about to become hot pot." Teacher Ma shouted frantically.
"No problem. Tell me the exact location," I said.
"Okay." Teacher Ma hurriedly gave me the address. We followed the road and walked all the way there. Then, at that moment, we saw a hot pot restaurant.
The hot pot restaurant advertised authentic Sichuan-style hot pot and had very classical decor. When we arrived,
several waiters came over. Their faces were pale, their bodies stiff, and they looked at us as they said, "Welcome to the hot pot restaurant, guests."
"I'm here to find someone," I said.
"The person you're looking for isn't here, but there are people here you'd like to eat." The waiter looked at me as he spoke.
"Okay." I turned and entered the room, only to see a scene inside that was simply unbelievable.
The people here were all unusual. Some were eating hot pot while sand and mud continuously flowed from their bodies. Some had necks that were almost falling off, yet they remained perfectly fine.
In short, none of the people here looked human. Just one glance was enough to inspire indescribable terror.
I appeared quite calm as I prepared to order.
"How much do the meats here cost?" I asked.
"Do you want dead meat or live meat?" the waiter asked.
"Live meat," I said.
"Okay. I'll take you to have a look." The waiter smiled.
I followed the waiter to the kitchen. When I arrived, I saw a person who had been tightly bound. It was none other than Teacher Ma. When he saw me, he hurriedly shouted, "You finally came to save me?"
"Save you? I never intended to do that. I'm just here to eat meat." I waved my hand and pointed