It's late at night and the stars are dim.
However, in the night market in the center of Da'an, it was the busiest time of the night. A few vomiting pop songs were mixed with the noisy crowd, and everything seemed so harmonious.
Only the corner of the night market seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black fog, which seemed incompatible with everything around it.
Wen Zhong was sitting in front of a stall in the corner. There were two pieces of braised pork in an old broken bowl in front of him. The black and red meat pieces had traces of blood on them. After being left for a long time, there was still a layer of braised pork on the soup. Thick grease.
He glanced around with the corner of his eye. The diners who had lowered their heads now actually raised their heads and were staring at him.
His eyes were full of greed and coldness. Wen Zhong frowned when he saw this. He was about to say something, but the diners around him lowered their heads again at some point and returned to their original appearance.
Weird.
Wen Zhong's eyelids jumped when he saw this scene. He looked at the braised pork in the bowl and then looked at the few diners around him. Without caring about anything else, he put down his money and stood up to leave.
His intuition told him that this was another supernatural incident. He didn't expect that such an unlucky thing could happen in a crowded night market, which sounded the alarm for Wen Zhong.
"By the way, let's leave this matter to the headquarters." While walking on the road, Wen Zhong decided to call Lin Yu, but he searched all over his body and couldn't find the special satellite phone.
At this time, Wen Zhong had already reached the exit of the night market. Looking back towards the night market, he couldn't help but frowned when he saw the bustle of people inside.
"Damn it, did you leave it at that night market stall?" He remembered that when he first arrived at the night market, he took out the satellite phone to confirm, but he didn't expect that it was gone now.
"Go back and take a look." Now that he had decided, Wen Zhong immediately ran towards the corner of the night market.
Halfway through, the strange smell of meat appeared in the air again. After seeing the true appearance of this thing, Wen Zhong only felt a little nauseous this time.
Looking for the scent again, he walked to the corner of the night market. This time, what appeared in front of Wen Zhong was no longer a shabby night market stall, but a brand new store. The sign was still the same, but the paint that had fallen off had been repaired. together.
The three golden characters of Braised Pork are still printed on the small signboard. There are also two big red lanterns hanging in front of the store. One has the words "Guests are here" printed on it, and the other has "Guests Come" printed on it. Sending the past back home."
But what surprised Wen Zhong the most was the huge sign hanging above the store door.
"Eight Immortals Night Shop..."
Wen Zhong looked at the big sign hanging above the store with some surprise. He suspected that he was dreaming. It was an unknown shabby stall just now, but now it has become a luxurious Eight Immortals night shop.
"This guest, what would you like to eat?" At this time, a man wearing the clothes of a waiter in the Republic of China store walked out of the store and asked expressionlessly.
"Wait a minute, isn't this a night market stall? When did you open an Eight Immortals night shop?" Wen Zhong asked subconsciously.
"This guest, our restaurant has been open here for many years. If you want to taste the specialties of Xijing, this is your first choice." said the waiter.
Wen Zhong was stunned, Xijing? Are you kidding? This is the old name of Da'an during the Republic of China. Have you traveled through time?
While he was dazed, the waiter half pulled and half dragged Wen Zhong into the Eight Immortals Night Shop. Different from the luxurious appearance, the store was a little deserted, with a few people sitting in twos and threes.
"Let me go." Before the waiter could say anything, Wen Zhong coldly shook off the waiter's hand that was holding his arm. He lifted up his sleeves and saw a red fingerprint on his arm.
"Sorry about this guest, please take a seat." The waiter pulled out a chair expressionlessly and made a gesture of invitation.
"I'm not here to eat. Have you seen a satellite phone? I should have dropped it nearby." Wen Zhong asked as he calmly walked to the door of the store.
The waiter shook his head and urged: "What is a satellite phone? Guest, please take a seat. The signature dishes will be here soon."
As he said that, the waiter stepped forward and grabbed Wen Zhong. This time he grabbed it very hard. Wen Zhong frowned and shouted: "I'll say it again, I'm not here to eat. Please let me go!"
A layer of thin velvet mixed with scarlet blood covered Wen Zhong's arm at some point. The smell of blood and musty smell burst out at the same time, but the waiter turned a blind eye to it.
Upon seeing this, Wen Zhong suddenly grabbed the waiter's face. There was a sound of flesh cracking, and soon a gray mold mixed with blood spread along the wound on Wen Zhong's hand, forming a pattern on the other person's face. A thin layer of velvet.
However, the waiter's hand was still firmly on Wen Zhong's arm, with no intention of letting go.
"Are you kidding?" Wen Zhong's eyelids twitched, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "No matter if you are a human or a ghost, I have given you a chance!"
Just when he was about to release more mold to corrode the weird waiter in front of him, Wen Zhong smelled the familiar aroma of meat again.
But this time it was slightly different. This strange fragrance seemed to appear under his nose, which made his consciousness appear dazed.
When he woke up again, he didn't know when he had been sitting in front of a table with braised pork.
"What kind of braised pork roast is this?" Wen Zhong seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now. Looking at the pieces of meat in the bowl, he couldn't help but move his fingers. He looked around, and there was only one left in the entire Eight Immortals Night Shop. He is alone.
Not to mention the boss, even the diners who were sitting around disappeared without a trace, let alone the waiter who was responsible for greeting the customers.
Wen Zhong took a deep breath and murmured: "This meat is so delicious, wouldn't it be a waste not to eat it?"
After saying that, he picked up the braised pork in front of him.
Holding the chopsticks in his right hand, he picked up a piece of meat and brought it to his mouth. He gently and slowly used his front teeth to slowly tear off the piece of meat bit by bit, as if he was tasting some supreme delicacy.
However, unlike the smell, the Braised Pork Roast has no taste in your mouth, only a slight sourness. It is completely different from the beef and mutton that I have eaten in the past. It is more like... ostrich meat.
The only flaw may be the thick layer of grease floating in the bowl. Even if Wen Zhong wants to drink it, he can't help but frown when looking at this layer of oil.
"Guest, are you satisfied?" Suddenly the waiter's voice sounded behind Wen Zhong, and his voice was cold and harsh.
"Yes, the meat is so tender that it melts in your mouth. It would be better if there was less oil in this soup." Wen Zhong gave a favorable review. After recalling the braised pork just now, Wen Zhong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a strange smile. .
