"If they're not eating noodles, what are they eating?
Is there something wrong with my eyes?
It's obviously noodles."
I looked at other people's bowls again with some confusion.
Yes, it was indeed noodles.
But why did the old man ask me if it was really noodles?
What do you mean?
"Haha, come here with your face."
The old man waved his hand to me and let me pass.
Although I didn't understand what he was going to do, I still put my face towards him honestly. oops The old man thrust his fingers into my eyes.
The sudden pain made me scream out.
I quickly covered my mouth, fearing that people would be attracted by my screams.
My eyes were so painful that for a moment I couldn't open it, and I didn't know if everyone here looking at me looked at me.
I rubbed my eyes vigorously, and after a while, my vision slowly returned.
"Old ghost, what are you doing?
Aren't you afraid of poking my eyes out?"
I glanced around a few times and saw that no one was looking in my direction, so I shouted to the old man.
"Aren't you blind?
Don't you know what I just did?"
The old man said angrily at first, and then looked at me with some confusion.
"What did you just do?"
I looked at him with confusion, and the two of them just stared at me and me at you.
After about a minute, the old man was finally defeated.
He sighed deeply, and then asked me to see what was in the bowls others were eating.
Needless to say, what is in other people's bowls?
It must be noodles.
Just now I saw everyone eating noodles with relish.
But when I looked at everyone's bowls again, I felt a little uneasy.
All the noodles in their bowls were gone, replaced by pairs of corpse worms.
The corpse worms were all still alive, entangled together and squirming gently.
The people picked up a ball of corpse worms with chopsticks and stuffed it into their mouths. vomit Seeing this scene, I turned around decisively, but the scene of them eating corpse insects lingered in my mind, and I retched a few times.
I don't know why, but my stomach seems to be suddenly not hungry anymore, not at all.
Suddenly, I remembered that the old man had just ordered a bowl of noodles.
Could it be that the stuff was the same as what others had in their bowls?
Thinking of this, I wanted to run away from here.
Wait, could this old man deliberately mess with it?
Mine, he deliberately only ordered a bowl of noodles for me to eat, but he didn't eat it himself.
"Now you understand what I just did."
The old man raised his head and stared at me for a moment before slowly speaking.
"Understood."
I nodded and said.
It turns out that the old man gave me that little bit just now to open my eyes, so that I could see clearly the true face of the noodles.
"I know you must be curious about why you have Yin and Yang eyes but can't see the essence of these things.
Let me tell you, this is not the Yang world, but the Paradise of Paradise.
In the Paradise of Paradise, your Yin and Yang eyes will be If you block it, you won't be able to see the truth of some things clearly.
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Now that I have opened your eyes, you can see the truth of things clearly."
The old man seemed to understand what I was thinking and explained slowly.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the waiter placed a bowl of steaming noodles in front of the old man.
I glanced into the bowl and immediately started retching again.
I looked at the old man with pleading eyes, hoping that he would never let me eat this thing.
If that was the case, I would rather turn around and return to the earth.
The old man looked at me, then looked at the bowl of "noodles" in front of him, and smiled.
"Well, what a fragrant bowl of noodles.
I'm a little hungry too, so you're welcome."
The old man leaned over the bowl and smelled it vigorously, then picked up a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick basket on the table, and Put the noodles into your mouth I couldn't stand it any longer, so I simply closed my eyes.
This old man is indeed an expert.
In my opinion, it is just a bowl of corpse worms, but the old man eats it with gusto.
Although I closed my eyes, I still seemed to be able to see the old man eating noodles.
Suddenly he started retching again.
"Boy, stop being so disgusting here and disturbing my enjoyment of eating."
The old man said to me vaguely with "noodles" still in his mouth.
I simply chose to remain silent.
It was so disgusting, so disgusting.
About five minutes later, the old man stood up, took out a piece of paper money similar to that burned in the world from his pocket, put it on the table, and then pulled me out of the restaurant.
I took a few deep breaths of the smelly air and looked at the old man in front of me with admiration.
"Look what I do."
The old man seemed a little confused as to why I suddenly looked at him with admiration, and couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
"I admire you for being able to eat a bowl of corpse worms cleanly."
While speaking, I bowed towards the old man.
It can be said that I was completely in awe of the old man in front of me.
"Hmph, you still have the nerve to say, if it weren't for you, why would I eat that food?"
The old man snorted coldly and glanced at me.
"Because of me" his words confused me.
What do you mean because of me?
"I told you before and told you not to speak, but you finally spoke.
In order to conceal your identity, I had no choice but to eat that food.
What you don't know is that in popular places, there will be The ghost is specifically watching it," the old man explained.
"Why didn't I see a ghost staring at me?"
"The moment I finished eating that thing, the ghost that was staring at us was gone.
When I finished eating that thing, it had already recognized you as my ghost slave."
After the old man said this, I understood.
It seemed that although the ghosts had withdrawn their realization before, those who were interested were still following us.
The reason why the old man chose to eat in the restaurant was to make the ghosts who followed us feel relieved.
It seems that the old man's goal has been achieved.
Wow!
Suddenly, a sound of chains sliding on the ground suddenly reached my ears.
My first reaction was that a ghost had come to this place, because whenever I heard this kind of sound before, I would definitely see a ghost nearby. .
But this time I was wrong.
There was no ghost in front of me.
What appeared was a man with his hands and feet bound by chains.
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He looked like a serious prisoner in prison.
The old man seemed to have heard the voice, and he couldn't help but look towards the place where the voice came from, then turned his head and told me that this person was a ghost slave, and he should be a ghost slave who had just arrived in Paradise, otherwise he wouldn't be able to use it.
Iron chains bound hands and feet: