The Tone Shifted Again

Listening to Feng Xue's speech, everyone felt that something was wrong with her, but at the same time, they were also inexplicably relieved, because at that moment, everyone suddenly felt that this hot pot dish was probably not made by her.

Or rather, no one could dissect a corpse into such a "delicious" form in such a short time.

However, perhaps because the hot pot dishes were too eye-catching, it wasn't until then that people noticed the ancestral tablet surrounded by pig brains, beef aorta, and tripe slices in the center of the round table.

"A ghost from the City God Temple? Could this be the identity of the ghost possessing the Red Face man? So these are actually offerings made by that ghost for itself?"

The beer-bellied Student Kid gasped, but Feng Xue keenly noticed that he seemed to be trying to use this somewhat exaggerated shout to cover up his rather obvious swallowing motion.

Regardless of what the Student Kid was trying to hide, his words did attract everyone's attention, and after a moment's thought, they felt that this must be the truth.

After all, judging from how that woman died, a ghost should choose to die in the same way as itself when it kills someone. No matter the reason, it shouldn't be made to be so... well, exquisite.

Unless that ghost was turned into this kind of dish in its previous life.

However, judging from the Red Face man's physical characteristics, he doesn't seem to be this kind of ghost.

Feng Xue, who saw through everything, said nothing, but gently stroked the pen in her hand.

Having already developed a tacit understanding, the spirit of the Ouija board poked its head out and, without wasting any words, said directly:

"What do you want to ask now?"

"Take a look at that memorial tablet. How many spirits are inside?"

Feng Xue maintained her habitual pen-twirling motion, directing the spinning pen spirit's head, which resembled a propeller, towards the memorial tablet. Fortunately, the pen spirit seemed oblivious to dizziness, glancing at it before replying:

"One."

"One? What kind of ghost?" Feng Xue thought to herself, "Just as I thought," and pressed for an answer.

The Ouija board paused slightly before speaking:

"It's a Red Face, deep- Fried Ghost, not a fried dough stick. It looks like it was thrown directly into a vat of oil while it was still alive. Its death was extremely gruesome. Now it's being fed offerings mixed with incense. Seriously, giving me a subordinate like this is such an unpleasant ghost!"

"Red Face ghost? It's not Hanged Ghost after all?" Feng Xue was quite surprised, but at the same time, she also had some thoughts about how quickly things had happened.

"What are you muttering about? Did you find something?" Seemingly convinced he was next to die, the Green Face man was completely letting loose. Upon hearing this, Feng Xue simply pointed to the severed head whose skull had been opened and said:

"I'm just really curious, how did they manage to cut that head so neatly?"

"Beautiful?" Seemingly startled by the adjective, everyone, including office workers and Student Kid, involuntarily took a step back.

Whether in its life or in its death, this thing can hardly be described as beautiful, can it?

Seeing this, Feng Xue didn't waste any words. She simply held her expensive pen and, like waving a laser pointer in class, pointed it at the eye sockets and top of the dead man's head.

"Although bloodletting is a routine procedure, even if blood was actually drawn, it's impossible to draw it all out so cleanly. This head has had its brain and eyeballs removed, yet it remains in such a clean state. Even if bloodletting was done before processing, there would inevitably be some blood remaining in the capillaries. But look, there's not a drop of blood on the table, and the internal organs are all in a remarkably clean state. This is very abnormal."

"How can it be normal for a ghost to kill someone?" The blue-faced man was somewhat intimidated by Feng Xue's serious explanation, but he still retorted. Upon hearing this, Feng Xue pointed to the hanging corpse beside her and said:

"This hanging is perfectly normal, okay, it's definitely not normal, this death is a bit too clean."

After glancing at the trousers of the hanged corpse, Feng Xue corrected her mistake, shaking her head and saying:

"It's like a TV drama that was deliberately censored."

Although I really want to say something like, "A TV series that's this gory won't pass censorship," the scenes here are actually not gory at all.

Furthermore, unless you're a medical professional and don't have the human head, no one would immediately associate this table of things with a corpse.

However, the blue-faced man didn't dwell on the matter, but instead pointed to his neck and said:

"What's the point of saying all this? Even if a ghost kills people in a normal way, does that mean it can live again?"

As he spoke, he pointed forcefully to his neck, where the handprints were noticeably deeper.

"To be precise, if you were back to normal, you would be dead. At least under normal circumstances, a person couldn't remain conscious while being strangled like that."

Feng Xue glanced at the blue-faced man's neck and mercilessly issued a death ultimatum. The Living Room fell into a deathly silence. But just then, the beer-bellied Student Kid had been acting strangely earlier suddenly lunged uncontrollably at the table, grabbed a plate of marbled meat, and stuffed it into his mouth. A series of retching sounds filled the room.

"The Fried Ghost is angry." The spirit of the pen suddenly spoke. Before she could even finish speaking, Feng Xue saw a red, swollen Ghostly Shadow with all sorts of disgusting bulges emerge from the spirit tablet and reach out to grab the beer-bellied Student Kid was frantically devouring the hot pot dishes on the table.

The beer-bellied Student Kid froze instantly, then suddenly began to vomit. Above his head, a gaunt Ghostly Shadow with half its body sticking out was opening its mouth wide, about to bite the red ghost's outstretched hand.

In that instant, three figures lunged at the empty memorial tablet, only to collide above the dining table and begin tearing at each other.

"Five?" Feng Xue narrowed her eyes and immediately turned her head. She saw the office worker who she hadn't quite understood from the beginning, holding the charred bracelet on his wrist with one hand. His face was no longer ordinary, but instead showed a thoughtful expression.

"A veteran player? Or a seasoned pro?" Feng Xue glanced at the other players, who were clearly a level weaker due to the ghost leaving their bodies, and asked.

The Corporate Slave Man stroked the bracelet with his fingers and said calmly:

"I'm just a nobody who survived three rounds. I can't compare to your skillful methods. I admit defeat this time. All the spirits are yours. How about it?"

"If that's really what you think, then that's good."

Feng Xue nodded slightly, seemingly about to turn around to look at the ghosts tearing at each other behind her, but at that very moment, the office worker suddenly ripped off his bracelet and shouted:

Burn! Shuoye Black Tide Unknown Fire!

As soon as he finished speaking, a bluish-black Illusionary Flame erupted from his wrist, and upon closer inspection, one could see a ring of marks resembling those from a branding iron.

Watching the flames gather in the air, Feng Xue grinned, tore open the salt that had suddenly appeared in her hand, and spat out a curse.

"Release a ghost, fine, but why make it Bankai?!"