[Eyeball Sushi Variety: Food]
[Absorbable ingredients 30%, effects: reaction power +4, immunity +3]
[Side effects: unknown. Maybe only you will know if you taste it for yourself. ]
The appraisal skill that had already become tasteless and didn't play any role in this dungeon, after the narrator gave the answer, Tang Xinjue suddenly cast it out of his mind.
At the same time, the attributes of countless foods came into view.
Increase... Strength
The smoke in the air was getting heavier and heavier, Tang Xinjue tried to dispel it with mental power, but he didn't expect them to start to skyrocket as if they had been nourished by some kind of nourishment.
"..."
She pulls out the toilet.
In an instant, the smoke dissipated. In front of the evil spirit of the toilet slamming the ghost, the air circulation suddenly increased. Especially in the space near the head, even the temperature seems to be much cooler.
The roommate's voice came through the fog barrier:
"Why do I feel that these foods are all dark, including this street..." Guo Guo spun around in place, covering his temples with his hands, and muttered with some erratic eyes: "Is my yin and yang eyes sick again?"
"With ordinary eyes, they are also gloomy."
Zheng Wanqing looked around vigilantly.
They didn't seem to realize that the smoke had just separated Tang Xinjue, and even Zhang You was just standing in front of a paving, looking like he was thinking.
Tang Xinjue walked straight back to the three of them. Contrary to the usual coldness of the ghost space, the surrounding area is filled with the steaming warmth of the food court.
The only coldness in the world seems to be condensed on the toilet handle in his hand.
The shank even became colder, as if faintly reminding of something.
"These foods can enhance our fifth-dimensional attributes."
Tang Xinjue opened his mouth and showed the feedback given by the appraisal skills in front of everyone.
[Eyeball Sushi] that can enhance the immune response, [Raw Cooked Thighs] that can increase the upper limit of health, [Burnt Heart]... and even [Lucky Brain Flower] that can increase luck. There are a variety of food streets, only they can't think of, and they can't do it without the additional attributes of these "food".
"Wait, this [grilling finger] can restore limbs that were accidentally lost?"
Guo Guo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pulled Zheng Wanqing to point to a noodle stall.
Zheng Wanqing frowned deeply after just one glance, and shook her head resolutely: "No need, I think it's fine now."
Even if she lost both arms, she would never eat something that looks like a human hand!
Guo Guo hesitated: "But maybe it's just pasta that looks like a human hand? It's like the fried chicken tenders we ate before. Many of them don't have chicken in them."
Zhang You turned his head slightly and adjusted his glasses: "Will nail polish be applied to things made of flour?"
Guo Guo: "..."
Not only fingers, but looking at the whole street, even the most normal-looking food can find some clues related to "people".
This also made them feel more and more isolated, and they just wanted to leave quickly.
However, the commentator persuaded from behind: "As the saying goes, people should not be judged by their appearance, and of course the same is true for food. If you give up the opportunity to improve your strength just because of your appearance, you may regret it later."
Tang Xinjue: "If the improvement in strength you mean is cannibalism, then this kind of evolution may not be a blessing for human beings."
The explainer shook his head: "No. These products are not the same as the customers, so how can we talk about eating each other?"
The girl didn't look back, and the handle of the toilet lever in her hand brushed across the side of the food stall inadvertently. In the corner of the eye, the originally empty and peaceful booth suddenly twitched like a dropped frame.
She stopped slightly and did not move forward. Visible to the naked eye, the twitching of the booth became more and more obvious. The ordinary wooden platform more than one meter long gradually seemed to be some kind of twisted substance, and began to squirm and shrink back around the toilet seat as the center.
From the overall visual point of view, this scene is like a normal picture placed in Meitu Xiuxiu, which is roughly pushed and pulled inward by someone using the push face function, which eventually makes the whole picture more and more abstract and bizarre.
The guide was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said: "Customer, there is no righteousness in business, please don't threaten our stall owner."
"The stall owner?"
Only then did Tang Xinjue raise his eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "I thought this was a no-man's street for automatic sales. Since there are sellers, why don't you come out and meet them?"
"Student, the seller never hides himself. From the beginning to the end, they are in front of you."
With the gentle voice of the guide, the air on the street seemed to become stagnant and slow. Tang Xinjue's gaze paused, and he immediately turned his head to look forward, only to see his roommate still walking ahead unconsciously. Guo Guo still stretched out his hand to touch the food on the stall from time to time, but he didn't hear the conversation behind him at all.
But she has been standing still for a long time.
According to the normal walking speed, the three of them should have walked a long distance, instead of still maintaining a gap of several meters, but seeming to be separated in two spaces.
Tang Xinjue stroked the handle of the weapon, and his gaze spread to the densely packed stalls on both sides of the street.
In theory, the docent cannot lie. There are no extra figures at the stalls, either the "sellers" themselves are invisible to them, or...
A guess suddenly came to the surface, and she said abruptly:
"In a casino, can a seller sell himself?"
"That's a good question." Although standing behind everyone, the explainer still maintained a smile.
"It's hard to have a unified answer, but if it's in the food street, my answer is... yes."
The scene of the barren accent was buttoned up and pulled back to the cold ground, and there was a burst of steam rising after cooling down.
Tang Xinjue thought, she should have seen it earlier.
If this dungeon did not limit her spiritual power, she would indeed have noticed the truth earlier, including but not limited to—
The sellers who sell these foods are the foods themselves.
That's why the spiritual force feels such a strong sense of weirdness and strangeness, and that's why they have such a strong reaction to the toilet, so they are shaped like a human body, but the commentator categorically denies cannibalism.
Ghosts cut themselves into slices and sold them, which has nothing to do with cannibalism.
... In the dungeon, no matter how abnormal things happen, it will not be surprising.
Because the game is the perversion itself.
She continued to walk forward as if she hadn't heard of it, but the guide didn't seem to intend to let them leave easily, but continued to recommend endlessly:
"Don't you really plan to have a taste? It will become the most classic and timeless gift in the casino. A part of the stall owner will enter the body of the guests forever as they eat, and merge with you. What a wonderful art it is Goods..."
"Your appreciation of art is still so ingenious."
Facing Tang Xinjue's cold words, the instructor's smile remained unchanged:
"Not only art, but also the source of power for the city's life."
Sometimes a sentence emerges like water drops into boiling oil.
When Tang Xinjue turned around abruptly, the light voice had disappeared. Instead, there was a sense of terrifying distortion that suddenly descended from the space.
"In this way, you may change your mind."
Countless greed, desire, and venomous spies and lures rushed towards her face. It descends directly from the shroud of the sea of consciousness, making people unable to move.
For a moment, another unprecedented and completely different world appeared in front of her.
From a food perspective.