He hastily disguised the scene, then waited about ten minutes. The pig-headed monster's footsteps sounded again.
This time, Zhou You had picked a cabinet with slatted doors, so he could see clearly. The fat figure came swaying into the room, carrying a basin piled high with steaming lumps of meat, then set it down on the table.
Clang!
The whole table shuddered twice.
Who knew how many human corpses it had hacked up to make such a heavy meal?
The pig-headed monster pulled out a nearby chair and dropped into it. The chair was already oversized, and its frame had been stretched to the limit to accommodate that massive body. It looked ready to collapse into splinters at any moment.
Fortunately, the craftsman who had made the thing had done a fine job. The chair wobbled for a long while, but ultimately bore a weight no life could endure.
The monster contentedly shifted its backside. As the chair creaked ever more ominously, it tossed a few lumps of meat into its mouth, then reached out and grabbed the pig's head.
Zhou You's hand clenched slightly.
Thankfully, the bowl of poison the Old Daoist had prepared was colorless and odorless. The pig-headed monster noticed nothing amiss. It tore off a huge chunk of the face without bothering to pick out the bones, then chewed away with its mouth glistening with grease.
At last, Zhou You could confirm what the Old Daoist had told him.
The pig's head had been crushed right where its skull had broken, and the brain revealed inside...
clearly wasn't a pig's.
Time passed as the monster wolfed down its meal.
The basin was nearly empty, and only a few scraps remained of the beastified head. Still, the pig-headed monster showed no signs of anything going wrong.