Jaye came back to his senses.
The hand gripping the fish-cutting knife no longer trembled. He sighed, then sent the blade dancing up and down, slicing apart all the cloth and iron chains wrapped around the body.
Inside was not a human torso.
Only its limbs resembled a human's. All its other grotesque parts were curled up within a cast-iron shell like a hermit crab. Looking at the large mass of tentacles sprawled across the ground, Jaye's nostrils filled with the fishy stench of seafood.
"Can this thing be made into fish balls?"
He muttered to himself.
Squid balls should be possible. Mince it up, add plenty of white pepper to mask the smell, and it could turn something rotten into something magical.
"＆￥%*@."
The strange mass of tentacles stretched across the ground. Its vocal organs produced bizarre syllables, while its damp feet stepped onto the earth and gradually withered, the tentacles turning into branches.
"Don't dry out!"
Dried goods couldn't be minced up and sold. If he put this thing whole on his stall, who besides alien enthusiasts would buy it?
"I'm taking a loss."
Brother Jaye was thoroughly frustrated, feeling as though all of today's work had been for nothing.
"Come to think of it, what exactly is this thing?"
He muttered to himself, intending to ask his knowledgeable college student friend. Otherwise, if he went out to sell fish in the future and could not even recognize what he was selling, he would have to furiously argue with people whenever they cursed him out.
That had happened the last time he sold salmon.
Jaye sighed.
Pilgrims never traveled alone. They always began their pilgrimages in groups, like cockroaches in a house.
They were like cockroaches.
When you found one in your home, it meant there were already