When Otogawa finished his work and walked out of the room, it was already late at night three days later.
His beard was untidy, he smelled sour, his eyes were bloodshot, and more importantly, he was hungry!
Most of the food in the "imaginary space" was left to Wang Chao, and the rest was eaten up in the past three days. He even ate the last piece of braised beef when he just came out of meditation, but it was still not enough.
So now I'm really hungry and my eyes are green.
Experiments have shown that the brain needs 0.1 calories per minute to survive. When you concentrate on doing a crossword puzzle, your brain consumes 1.5 calories per minute. In comparison, people consume about 4 calories per minute when walking, and intense exercise such as sprinting consumes 10 calories per minute.
As for the extraordinary ability to enter a state of meditation, according to Xiao Yi's estimation, it probably consumes far more than 10 calories. Therefore, entering a state of meditation for more than six hours continuously is equivalent to more than six hours of intense exercise.
Do you think he is hungry
I’m hungry!
Hungry…
Xiao Yi felt like stomach acid was about to rise up to his throat, and his eyes were blurry from hunger.
At this time, Lao Zhang, who heard the noise, got up in the middle of the night, opened the door, and bumped into Xiao Yi head-on.
Suddenly, the scar at the corner of his eye twitched violently.
The figure in front of him was swallowing his saliva, his eyes were ferocious and bloodshot, as if he wanted to eat me.
"Scared... ah, I'm so scared, Xiaoyi brother, what's wrong with you? No... no... Are you going to lose control? Don't scare me..."
"Team leader... are you back? Xiao Yi is out of control..."
It has been a long time since the revival of spiritual energy. The whole world has learned through bitter lessons that if the awakening fails, or if high-grade potions are taken beyond the level, or if extraordinary potions are taken that are not genetically compatible, it is easy to end up in tragedy. There are only three possible outcomes.
First, the spirit dies, the body collapses, and every piece of flesh and blood turns into a terrible monster. This situation is probably equivalent to throwing a lizard man into a time-space channel, and every piece of flesh and blood turns into a croaking frog and a lizard with a long tongue and crawls out.
Second, the power contained in the potion instantly changed his personality, making him cold, sensitive, irritable, cruel, and indifferent to everything.
Third, he was mentally ill and went crazy on the spot, more evil than the devil, which meant he was out of control.
In Lao Zhang's eyes, Xiao Yi's current state is a state of being out of control.
My heart started beating like a drum, blood rushed to my brain, and my whole body began to tremble.
He's just a repairman!
But there is not much combat power. Although there are guns, there is no need to carry a gun all the time in this headquarters!
Most importantly, he didn’t take...
"I'm fine. Is there anything to eat?" Xiao Yi's voice was very hoarse, and then he muttered: "Mmmm, I'm really too impatient!"
“No food… Yes… Yes coffee…”
"Give me a drink first... I'll do it myself!"
Don't expect a starving person to be polite.
Seeing Xiao Yi pouring half a can of coffee into a thick coffee porridge, Lao Zhang's face twitched suddenly.
"My... cat shit... coffee... ah!"
"What shit?" Xiao Yi exhaled comfortably. The large amount of calories replenished finally relieved the deficiency in his body.
"It's nothing! As long as you are happy!"
Xiao Yi licked his lips and licked the coffee off the corner of his mouth: "This coffee tastes good. Oh, by the way, is Lao Liu's late-night noodle shop open?"
“It’s been open for two days.”
“That’s really great…”
The late-night noodle restaurant is very close to the Yinjing, or it can be said that it is a part of this Bagua building, located in the direction of Kan Gua.
Before the revival of spiritual energy, at midnight, there would be a group of people like this deep in every city. They would gather somewhere without any prior arrangement, looking for comfort in their hearts and taste buds.
The Chinese late-night canteen is a roadside barbecue stall, a Shaxian snack bar standing at a corner, or a small noodle shop that no one pays attention to. There are workers who have worked hard all day, and overtime workers whose legs are filled with lead. No matter where you are during the day, when you wake up in the middle of the night, a delicious meal that can fill your stomach can comfort your lonely heart.
There is a curfew now. If you want to have a midnight snack, most people can only make a pack of pickled cabbage noodles and eat it with tears!
However, I heard that some apartments have opened small canteens, and they are said to be doing good business.
Late-night noodle shops do good business, but they don't serve living people.
Yi Xiaochuan followed an old man into the noodle shop. The decoration inside was very retro. There were no carvings of dragons or paintings of phoenixes, but it showed a simple and elegant style.
There is an altar facing north and south, and on the altar is not Guan Gong or Zhao Gongming, but a statue of a god with a black beard and a crown on his head.
"Hey, sir, you're out of the confinement?"
"I'm very hungry. Upstairs..." Xiao Yi didn't have the energy to say more. He walked towards the board room, and most of the calories in the cup of coffee had been consumed.
As soon as Lao Liu saw Xiao Yi's condition, he knew what he should do. He started to cut the meat and said loudly, "Okay, old woman, a big bowl of noodles, a big piece of meat..."
Soon, Otogawa began to eat voraciously.
Although drinking glucose can relieve the deficiency after entering into meditation and replenish energy consumption.
But glucose is not as delicious as food.
Men, work is tiring, but at the end of a day's work, you just have to be nice to yourself.
Here we have to mention the craftsmanship of Lao Liu and his wife. Those who have worked in hell are different, and their craftsmanship is superb...
After eating several bowls of noodles, Xiao Yi finally enjoyed himself. He then looked around while peeling braised peanuts.
The one worshipped is Fengdu Emperor, the highest god in the underworld, the real boss in charge of the underworld, and King Yama is just his subordinate. There are ten Yama Kings in hell, and there is only one Fengdu Emperor.
The statue of the King of Fengdu does not have any facial features, and our purpose is unknown.
The entire building material looks like ordinary bricks and stones, but Xiao Yi can sense the cold air of the Yin Well that penetrates deep into the soul. It is obvious that some soil and stones were taken out from the Yin Well as building materials, and the wooden materials used for decoration and seats are all made of locust wood.
It would be strange if a house like this built here didn't attract ghosts.
Of course, the little old man who had become a ghost was also standing nearby, humbly standing aside.
"Eat well and then you can hit the road. All the obsessions in this life will be gone!" After Xiao Yi had eaten and drunk his fill, Lao Liu finally had time to entertain the guests.
"My life is so miserable! Mr. Ghost Messenger, please wait for me to enjoy the feeling of reunion. It has been many years since our family sat down to eat together. When my children are gone, I will go to hell and reincarnate..."
"It's no use having a miserable life. You've endured the hardships of this life, so strive for happiness in the next life! The seventh day has come, it's time to go!"
"I don't blame them. My children have their own careers and families, and they work very hard. I just can't bear to let them go... It would be great if we could always be together..."
The old man finished his noodles with a sigh, and then turned into dots of fluorescent light, like countless fireflies, and finally dissipated into nothingness.
Liu Zhang cleared the dishes and chopsticks, and Xiao Yi realized that the dishes and chopsticks were very different from the ones he used to eat. They were obviously old items, or funerary objects.
"How did this old man die?"
"The children are unfilial! They found out the baby was dead at home after many days, and it was full of maggots. It was discovered by a health supplement seller. This society is so cold and indifferent. Tell me, what's the point of having so many children? In the end, you're still alone..."