ebookland Chapter 255 What's Wrong With Me?
Chapter 255 What's Wrong With Me?
Yun Fuzhao then looked at the other tables and noticed that the people at those tables were also sticking their chopsticks into their rice.
Yun Fuzhao and Yu Zhiyue exchanged a glance and followed their example, inserting three chopsticks into the rice.
After finishing this, the man at the same table as Yun Fuzhao began to eat.
He grabbed the food on the table with his hands and stuffed it roughly into his mouth, a satisfied smile on his face.
Yun Fuzhao thought to himself with great disgust: "Fei Yangyang, can't you eat a little more politely?"
She was about to say something to Yu Zhiyue when she found that Yu Zhiyue seemed to be bewitched and, imitating the man, reached out and grabbed a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into her mouth.
Not only her, but everyone else showed the same expression.
It looked like some kind of delicacy on the table.
Yun Fuzhao had a bad feeling, but in order not to alert the enemy, she also reached for a plate of vegetables.
"Another unlucky guy."
A voice suddenly came from beside my ear.
Yun Fuzhao was startled and turned his head to look. He saw that the person was wearing a red robe, and every inch of the robe was embroidered with mysterious runes outlined in gold thread.
His eyebrows resembled distant peaks, exuding a sharp edge; his nose was high and straight, its lines both strong and refined. His face was deathly pale, almost inhuman.
He crossed his arms and looked at Yun Fuzhao, his eyes slightly upturned, a hint of mockery in them.
The two stared at each other for a moment, then the man raised an eyebrow. "You can see me?"
Yun Fuzhao's position was relatively secluded; everyone else was busy eating in the kukuri kitchen, and no one paid attention to her movements.
If someone says something like that, they're probably not even alive, right?
When did she become able to communicate with spirits?
Or is this some kind of hidden plot?
Yun Fuzhao decided to pretend he didn't see it, turned around, picked up the greens in the corner, and pretended to eat them.
“You can clearly see me,” the man floated to Yun Fuzhao’s side, “Why don’t you answer me?”
Yun Fuzhao ignored him, which only made the male ghost more unrestrained. He floated directly onto the dining table, propped himself up on his temples, and lay down. "Do you have the ability to see ghosts? Are you a Taoist priest? No, everyone here is a cultivator."
It seemed like no one had spoken to him for a long time, and the ghost looked really bored. He kept talking to her, asking her name, where she was from, and so on.
How can someone so handsome have such a chattering mouth?
Just as Yun Fuzhao was at his wit's end, a beautiful woman came out carrying an infant in her arms.
She was wrapped up completely in red velvet, making it impossible to see her face.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my granddaughter is about to have her first birthday celebration. Please move to the main hall."
“Master,” Yu Zhiyue excitedly grabbed her wrist, “Come on, let’s go see it together.”
The others also showed great interest. Yun Fuzhao looked at Yuchi Gong, who was the first to follow.
Are they all bewitched?
As the crowd moved forward, Yun Fuzhao turned her head and spoke to the male ghost: "What do you know?"
The male ghost was clearly resentful because Yun Fuzhao had ignored him earlier; he stared straight ahead and didn't even glance at her.
Yun Fuzhao hesitated for a moment before speaking, "My name is Yun Chao. What's your name?"
The male ghost snorted, waited two seconds, and then replied, "Shang Ji."
After saying that, he started talking again, like a big golden retriever floating around her, "Which family are you from? I've never seen the totem on your robe before."
"An anonymous family."
"never heard of that."
It's normal not to know. In the past, when the nameless families participated in such a grand competition of aristocratic families, they were just going through the motions and would be eliminated at the very beginning.
"You just said 'another unlucky guy,' do you know something?"
Shang Ji paused, then suddenly laughed, "You want to get clues from me? No way, wouldn't that be cheating?"
He moved closer to Yun Fuzhao and said, "When playing games, you have to follow the rules properly."
He exuded a chilling aura, and when he approached, he felt like a block of ice. Yun Fuzhao shivered and silently moved away from him.
"I knew you couldn't do it."
“What do you mean?” Shang Ji suddenly floated in front of her again. “What’s wrong with me? Tell me clearly.”
Just as he was making a racket in Yun Fuzhao's ear, the group had already arrived at the front hall.
A white cloth was laid out on the ground, upon which were displayed fabrics, a guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither), calligraphy and paintings...
Yun Fuzhao looked around and found that most of the items on display met the ancient standards for a virtuous lady, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs.
The woman knelt in the center, holding the baby, and said gently, "My dear child, choose what you like."
Yun Fuzhao saw the servant who had taken their swords earlier standing not far from her.
What he was wearing on his waist was none other than Yun Fuzhao's Tai'a sword.
Thinking of something, Yun Fuzhao activated the Bloodthirsty Lotus, allowing its finest roots to approach the servant unnoticed.
The roots hooked onto the hilt, making it easy to remove.
The servant stared blankly at the center, like an emotionless NPC.
The roots dragged Tai'a towards her, but it underestimated Tai'a's weight. However, halfway through, Tai'a crashed to the ground with a "bang".
It landed right in the corner of the white cloth.
Yun Fuzhao's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately ordered the root system to retract.
Just when she thought she was about to be exposed, the people around her seemed not to hear her and their eyes remained fixed on the woman sitting in the center.
The baby in the woman's arms stirred, and a hand emerged from the red velvet cloth. The skin was sallow, and the back of the hand was wrinkled.
Those hands definitely wouldn't belong to a one-month-old baby.
The aged hand slowly reached towards the Tai'a sword in the far corner. Yun Fuzhao watched helplessly as her hand grew longer and longer, beyond human proportions.
The smile on Master Wu's face gradually disappeared, and after his hand grasped the Tai'a sword, his expression instantly twisted.
"Ho...ho..."
A strange sound came from his throat.
Yun Fuzhao was startled to find that the facial features of the guests had suddenly been strangely piled together, with their eyes, noses and mouths only a few centimeters apart, leaving a lot of blank space.
It seems we can't wait any longer.
Yun Fuzhao immediately stepped forward to snatch her Tai'a sword, but unexpectedly, she used too much force and pulled the baby's arm off.
Her hand was still gripping the sword hilt tightly, and on the other side of her arm, rotting flesh writhed like maggots, emitting a foul stench.
Yun Fuzhao was so frightened that he almost died on the spot.
"Ahhh!"
A sharp, car-horn-like scream pierced the sky as the beautiful woman clutched her child and screamed.
All eyes turned to Yun Fuzhao.
Yun Fuzhao was silent for two seconds, then took his arm off and handed it to the woman, saying, "Here you go, here you go."
Shang Ji burst into laughter, "You're so funny."
Is this the right time to say something like this?
The woman looked up at her and screamed shrilly, "You owe me my child! You owe me my child!"
"She's not dead, she's not dead, isn't she still moving?"
The baby, which had been wriggling inside the red velvet cloth, suddenly stopped moving.
That's ridiculous!