"What's wrong?"
Seeing Liang Yue look as though she was about to throw up, the landlady asked in confusion.
There was nothing unusual about her expression. It could even be called sincere.
Yet that very strangeness made it all the more chilling.
"Does the soup... taste wrong?"
The landlady picked up the ladle and served herself a bowl of chicken soup from the clay pot. The milky-white broth gave off a rich aroma. It really was very tempting.
But Qin Manjiang and the others clearly saw... her push that deathly pale hand aside with the ladle.
An eerie atmosphere enveloped them, but the landlady paid it no mind. She lifted the bowl and blew on it gently a few times.
"Whoo..."
They watched as she brought the bowl to her lips and took a sip.
"Gulp-"
Her Adam's apple bobbed. She swallowed it.
"Urgh..." If it had only been a corpse, Liang Yue would not have reacted this way, but... this was soup stewed with a human hand!
"There's nothing wrong with it, is there?" The landlady set down the bowl and looked at Liang Yue, who had reacted the most strongly.
"Young lady, are you feeling unwell?"
Liang Yue waved her hands repeatedly. She was just about to speak when Chen Yu beat her to it. "The fog was so thick, she might have caught a chill. Could you make some ginger water?"
Only then did the landlady relax. She gave Liang Yue a concerned look. "Of course. You mustn't let your guard down when a cold is just starting. I'll go boil a bowl of ginger water right now."
"No..." Liang Yue did not want any ginger water. The chicken soup had been stewed with a human hand. Who knew what the hell she would boil the ginger