Yuan Yuxue, who took over Hei Pi and came into the movie, suddenly stood up.
This action may have caught the woman off guard, but she only paused for a moment, and her cheeks drooped even more gloomily, with a thin layer of flesh sticking to her cheeks like a pool of grease, and her appearance was almost beyond the limit of normal form that humans could accept. The neck stretched longer and longer, becoming a white, soft and slender strip, and slowly stretched out.
She was standing on the other side of the table, but her face was already in front of Yuan Yuxue. Her eyes were rolling around, full of madness, and her gaze was greedily scanning every part of Yuan Yuxue's body, as if evaluating something.
Faced with such a scene that could scare a person insane, Yuan Yuxue did not have any special reaction, even his breathing remained steady, as if this was the most common scene in his daily life.
He lowered his eyes, his dense and extremely long eyelashes obscured the strange scene reflected in his eyes, and the light fell into his eyes to form a shimmering light. "Mom's" face was almost touching his, and under the gaze of those eyes that had popped out of their sockets, Yuan Yuxue reached out and grasped the soup spoon in front of him, lowered it into the deep and wide soup bowl, and stirred it slightly.
Hot smoke came out.
This scene seemed to subtly comfort the alienated "mother". The neck that was long enough to circle around her shoulders seemed to shrink slightly. "Mother" had a smile on her lips, and the love in her tone was so real that it was creepy.
"Baby," her voice was so soft that it could squeeze out water, "Do you want to taste your mother's cooking?"
Yuan Yuxue did not reply.
The upper part of the spoon he was holding was relatively clean and usable, while the lower part was stained with snowflake-like dots of fat.
From Yuan Yuxue's perspective, the soup was so turbid that she couldn't see the contents clearly. She could only see a layer of floating oil. Even though the soup was mixed with heavy spices, she could still smell the indescribable fishy smell.
The spoon sank to the bottom and scooped out more contents. It was chopped ribs, soft tissues with unclear origins, and finally the spoon touched a large piece of intact meat.
Yuan Yuxue's eyes fell on the "food" he had picked up. He paused for a moment.
The whole, huge piece of meat squeezed out the space where the other soup stayed, allowing it to be scooped up tremblingly in the center of the spoon.
The shape of this piece of meat is intact. Even though some parts are swollen and thick, it can be clearly identified that this is a... human left hand.
The wrist part where it was connected had a faded tattoo. The skin had been boiled and separated from the muscles inside, like a leather sheath soaked in soup, wrinkled and covering the hand.
Yuan Yuxue had smelled this smell before.
On the battlefield, when human flesh was cooked by the flames of the Zerg, this disgusting, sour smell would waft out. He still calmly put the severed hand into the bowl, poured a spoonful of greasy soup on it, and filled the porcelain bowl in front of him.
Yuan Yuxue's hands were very steady and not a drop of soup spilled.
"Mom" stared closely at Yuan Yuxue's every move. Under such focused surveillance, it was almost impossible for her to do anything - such as pouring out or replacing the soup.