Duan Zengtian's body, which was skinned last night, disappeared.
"Without the permission of the abbot, the young monk did not dare to bury anyone in the temple, so he prepared to bring tools and bury Donor Duan outside the temple. But while he was looking for tools, he turned around and found Donor Duan's body outside the door. Gone!"
There was panic and confusion written on Fahua's face.
"About how long?"
"Less than a quarter of an hour!"
Ning Qiushui's eyes flickered.
"Take me to see it."
Fahua immediately took the two of them to the room where he was looking for tools.
There were still traces of the bloody corpse being stored at the door, so it seemed that he had not deceived the two of them.
"Looking at Duan Zengtian's size, it's about 120 pounds. It's not difficult for a normal person to move it. If it's not a fake corpse that ran away by itself, then someone should be following you."
"As soon as you went in to look for tools, he took the opportunity to move Duan Zengtian's body away."
"...Little Master, have you heard any noise outside the door before?"
Fahua shook his head when he heard this.
"No."
"The young monk was busy looking for a shovel and didn't pay much attention to the outside."
"It's just that we don't see wild beasts in the temple. Who would take the body away?"
Ning Qiushui didn't answer him. She squatted down at the door and looked carefully over and over again. After a long time, she smiled and said:
"Little master, you swept the floor too clean. There is no dust, and the man didn't even leave any footprints."
"But since the body has been taken away, you should stop messing around. Maybe Shen Weiwei wants to bury her boyfriend by herself."
After hearing Ning Qiushui's words, Fahua hesitated for a while and then seriously warned:
"Okay...if Donor Ning sees Donor Duan's body when visiting the temple, please inform me in time!"
Ning Qiushui nodded.
Then they saw the little monk leaving with deep thoughts.
"Brother, why did you lie to him?"
Faced with the bearded question, Ning Qiushui said:
"He couldn't find the body."
"But the little monk's reaction is very interesting. Judging from his expression, it seems that he is worried about something..."
After a pause, Ning Qiushui's tone became more subtle.
"Players who are killed by "aboriginals" or die inexplicably behind the Blood Gate will not turn into ghosts, so what is the young monk worried about?"
Liu Chengfeng stared at the direction the young monk was leaving in deep thought.
"Before we left, he specifically reminded us that we must tell him if we find the body."
"It seems that if the body is not found, something...very bad may happen."
Lunch time came quickly.
Ning Qiushui and Big Beard came to the restaurant, and this time they smelled a strong aroma of meat before even entering the restaurant.
The expressions on the two people's faces were a bit subtle.
Sitting in the restaurant, two bowls of porridge with a rich meaty aroma were served in front of them.
As usual, Ning Qiushui asked the young monk for two bowls of vegetarian porridge.
"Oh shit!"
"The porridge tastes even more delicious today!"
Chai Shan's sound of needing a beating came from far away.
He pushed open the door and entered with a very fascinated expression.
"Little Master Fahua, please... bring me a bowl of vegetarian porridge too!"
Shen Weiwei's face looked very ugly.
Looking at the white and lean meat in the porridge, she inexplicably thought of her dead boyfriend. The smell of meat lingering between her nose was no longer so strong, but made her feel nauseated.
"Tch...some people just don't know how to enjoy it. If you don't eat such fragrant meat porridge, it's really a waste of resources!"
Chai Shan sighed.
Shen Weiwei's face turned cold and she subconsciously retorted:
"Okay, you like eating meat porridge so much, I'll give you this so you can eat it to your heart's content!"
Chai Shan's expression stiffened slightly when he heard this, and then he replied unnaturally:
"One bowl is enough for me. Do you think everyone else can eat like a pig like you?"
The two bickered for a while, and suddenly Mei Wen, who was sitting next to Shen Weiwei, put down the empty bowl in her hand and looked straight at the meat porridge in Shen Weiwei's bowl.
"Wei...Sister Weiwei, if you don't want to eat this meat porridge, just give it to me!"
When Shen Weiwei heard this, she looked at Mei Wen beside her, and was inexplicably startled by her eyes.
"Mei Wen, are you... okay?"
Mei Wen slowly raised her head, seeming to realize that something was wrong with her expression, and smiled awkwardly:
"It's okay, I just didn't have breakfast this morning, so I'm a little hungry."
Shen Weiwei hesitated for a moment, then pushed the bowl of meat porridge in front of her to Mei Wen.
"thanks, thanks!"
Mei Wen looked grateful, then took the bowl of meat porridge and wolfed it down.
Ning Qiushui looked at Mei Wen with this appearance, and her eyes gradually narrowed.
He remembered the way Mei Wen ate on the first day, very elegantly, far less anxious than now.
A person who has elegance engraved into his bones will never become like this because of hunger without eating.
It seemed that Shen Weiwei also sensed something was wrong with Mei Wen. She looked at Mei Wen's devouring food and couldn't help but stand up. She came to Ning Qiushui's side with the bowl in hand and sat down.
Mei Wen didn't mind either and concentrated on eating the meat porridge in the bowl.
"Fuck...you haven't eaten in hundreds of years?"
"This look."
Chai Shan sneered.
"I'm full and go back to sleep."
He put down the bowl in his hand, stood up and left the restaurant.
Liu Chengfeng glanced at him and whispered in Ning Qiushui's ear:
"Brother, what's going on with Mei Wen?"
Ning Qiushui watched Mei Wen finish the porridge in the bowl, but felt that it was not enough, so she kept scraping the remnants on the wall of the bowl with a spoon.
"I don't know, but it's definitely not normal..."
"And when we had dinner yesterday, there were five monks in the dining hall, and now there are only four left... Maybe there will be fewer monks tomorrow or tonight."
When Liu Chengfeng heard this, goosebumps immediately appeared on his back.
Looking at the meat porridge on the side, he really couldn't convince himself not to think too much.
"Could it be because of the meat porridge in the bowl?"
Liu Chengfeng asked.
But soon, he denied his speculation.
"No, no, no, that's not right... If it's because of the meat porridge in the bowl, then it makes no sense for Chai Shan to remain normal."
Ning Qiushui stared at Chai Shan's empty bowl and said in a meaningful tone:
"It's really hard to say."
