Yan Chun—
Was he eaten by guest~—
The man in the mandarin jacket had eyes that squinted and lips that curved.
For an instant, it seemed as if countless spotlights were shining, and a terrifying and eerie background music played around.
The air became tense, and the crimson feather pattern began burning.
That inexplicable and uncontrollable feeling surged again. Wang Xiaomie’s mouth hung open in astonishment. After a moment of silence, he raised his toes, gently resting his chin on Wen Fengjin’s shoulder.
This action made him look a bit obedient. Facing the man’s gaze, Wang Xiaomie also looked back.
“Yeah, I ate him.”
His clean eyes showed no hint of darkness as he said, “He was quite delicious.”
Ha! So what’s the deal? You wanna bite me? You’ll have to defeat my Xiao Wenzi first! If you have the guts, you squinter, open your eyes and talk to me!
“…”
The man didn’t expect such an answer, and was dumbfounded for a moment. However, he immediately raised a deeper smile.
“…I knew I didn’t make a mistake.” He muttered to himself, “You truly are the best.”
Who knows if Wen Fengjin heard his words or not. He probably did, considering his face was awfully scary, and the big hand pressed down on the small head leaning on his shoulder.
Perhaps if the man across from him didn’t still have value to Boss Wen, they would get to witness Boss Wen’s excellent headshot skills again today.
“Standing here won’t do. If it’s about the feather pattern, why not come upstairs and have a seat?” The man gestured with a smile, turning towards the counter. Behind the old counter was a door.
He opened the door, turned back with a smile, and said, “By the way, you can call me Yi Yan or Boss. I own this little shop.”
“Hehe, what an honest businessman.”
To such words, Wen Fengjin’s response was a scornful laugh.
Yi Yan’s light blue jacket disappeared beyond the door. Wen Fengjin glanced at Wang Xiaomie before following inside. Wang Xiaomie pursed his lips; in fact, he himself was startled after saying that just now.
He had deliberately ignored the part about eating the heart. He had never thought of hurting others, let alone eating them…
Even if the other person had become an inhuman monster…
The feather pattern makes him speak the truth. Did that mean he genuinely thought that the flesh, with its bitter medicinal taste, was so delicious?
Disgusted?
Can’t say for sure.
It was probably the first time he explicitly acknowledged the fact that he was no longer human.
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“That’s right!” Wang Xiaomie deliberately laughed like a creepy person, revealing a small set of white teeth. “I do eat people!”
Bai Yu: “…” He peed.
Wang Xiaomie: “Hahaha!”
Bai Yu: “Ying, ying, ying—”
Scaring people is so fun~ Wang Xiaomie felt like he had suddenly opened the door to a new world.
… … …
Behind the door was a chipped iron railing staircase, illuminated by dim yellow lights. Walking up would produce a ‘thud thud thud’ sound. Upon reaching the second floor, they discovered that the space upstairs was divided into many small compartments with hospital-like white curtain partitions.
The curtains had gaps, allowing them to see iron-frame beds inside, resembling an unknown shady clinic.
The wall near the staircase was embedded with cabinets, containing rows of glass-sealed and peculiar materials. Since Bai Yu saw that row of materials, his eyes seemed to stick to them with a ‘click.’
He crazily spouted a slew of inexplicable terms from his mouth, sounding like Tang Seng reciting the Binding Curse!
And his eyes were so greedy that his drool was about to flow out!
Wang Xiaomie speculated that those must be precious materials used by craftsmen to make things; filling an entire wall with them was akin to proclaiming I’M GRAND.
As they passed a curtain-partitioned iron-frame bed, Wang Xiaomie and Wen Fengjin saw a thick plastic sheet on top. On the plastic sheet were chunks of cooked meat, knives, and various messy tools placed on a tray, along with peeled bones on the side…
“It’s human.” Wen Fengjin said indifferently, lifting the curtain aside.
Wang Xiaomie looked at the pile of things, breaking out in a cold sweat.
An honest businessman?
What the hell kind of honest businessman is this!
“Oh, that thing. It’s the business I was just working on. I separate the bones to make skeletons. It’s a commission from the nearby medical school,” Yi Yan explained with a smile from behind the desk at the end of the compartments.
But whether it was true or false, opinions may vary.
“Come, please sit.” Yi Yan gestured for them to sit in the seats nearby. After Wen Fengjin and Wang Xiaomie sat down, Bai Yu was still leaning on the cabinets, peering inside and drooling.
Yi Yan: “The feather pattern belongs to Yan Chun – as you’ve already guessed. However, the feather pattern wasn’t originally on Yan Chun. It’s a very special thing… You should have experienced it, and in a certain way, it has brought you convenience.”
Convenience, my foot! Wang Xiaomie only mocked, but Wen Fengjin, sitting beside him, fell silent for a moment, seemingly recalling something, and unexpectedly nodded.
“…”
Wang Xiaomie: What are you thinking! No random thoughts allowed!
“But let me tell you specifically,” Yi Yan said with a smile, “I met Mr. Yan Chun twenty years ago.”
Twenty years ago?!
Wang Xiaomie and Bai Yu nearby stared at him in disbelief.
“How old are you then?”
Yi Yan, who barely looked thirty, smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeve and smiled.
“Age is something that can’t be judged solely by appearance. This is true for both women and men. I’m afraid the two guests here are probably even more unbelievable in age than I am.”
Wen “Old bastard, living antique, over 1300 years old” Fengjin: …
Wang “Old bastard, living fossil, slept over 1300 years” Xiaomie: …
“That year, I encountered him on a mountain somewhere. He was an interesting person, emitting a fragrance of enviable treasures in his blood. However, his soul was nauseating and twisted,” Yi Yan smiled. “He wasn’t human. If you’re not human, you don’t deserve to live in a human form. So, at that time, I actually wanted to kill him, but considering the valuable blood he had, I spared him…”
“He was really weak at that time, unable to control the powerful force within him. His flesh constantly decayed and fell off, only to regrow anew…”
“It was too incompatible—I still wonder why I didn’t deal with that thing back then.”
Leaning on the table with his elbow, Yi Yan rested his chin on the back of his intertwined hands. In the warm light, his face carried an ageless, serene, and gentle charm, unique to someone who has weathered the passage of time.
But the words he spoke sent shivers down one’s spine!
“I have spent my entire life on the path of refining weapons and dealing with those non-human others. Everyone has their own dedication to achieving whatever they desire, even if it means giving up everything.”
His gaze swept over Wen Fengjin—
—then it landed on Wang Xiaomie. His narrowed eyes concealed something that flashed and disappeared in an instant.
“…At that time, due to the appreciation and need for his blood, he became my client. In fact, the feather pattern was created specifically using Yan Chun’s blood. It was to stabilize his body and help him control the power within.”
“You made the feather pattern?!”
“Yes.”
“Because the feathers are meant to assist that waste—ah~ scolding a client isn’t quite right, haha,” Yi Yan waved his hand. “So, it will have a devouring effect on the blood in your body, but after the transfer, the basic abilities won’t change.”
He addressed Wang Xiaomie, “Your body is fully capable of withstanding that kind of power, so you don’t need the feathers at all. The voracious feathers will only grow stronger in your body, taking your life.”
“But the energy in both you and previously in Yan Chun comes from this guest… For the feathers, this guest is like a delicious cake. If you don’t deal with the feathers and don’t want to be harmed by them, you’ll have to rely on the blood of this guest beside you as a medicinal drink regularly.”
“Even if it has already found a new host, I don’t even know if it will eventually control you completely to devour him.”
“Just like devouring Yan Chun—”
Wang Xiaomie was stunned, looking at the pensive Wen Fengjin beside him…
So, the filter I use to see Wen Fengjin is not ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder,’ but ‘a foodie’s perspective on fried chicken’???
Shit! Have I always thought this way?!
“What other effects does the feathers have? Could you tell me?” Yi Yan curiously asked Wen Fengjin.
Wen Fengjin briefly described the changes that occurred after the growth of the feathers. Yi Yan listened, closed his eyes and thought for a moment — though Wang Xiaomie felt that whether he opened or closed his eyes, it was just a narrow slit.
“It’s a bit troublesome,” Yi Yan sighed, standing up and walking towards a nearby iron-frame bed, hands in pockets.
“Come on, lie down, and let me see if I can remove it.”
Outwardly, Yi Yan looked genuinely troubled, but Wang Xiaomie, with keen eyes, noticed the excitement in his slender eyes. It seemed that, despite all the talk, the real purpose was only for this moment!
Wang Xiaomie looked at the tray of surgical tools on the iron-frame bed and felt his bones ache. “Remove… how do you remove it?”
Yi Yan smiled, “Why even ask? Of course, it’s dissection~~~”
“Hahaha, no need to be afraid. I am the most professional craftsman, and I’m also a licensed doctor with a degree from the S Province Medical College — though I’m a forensic doctor, hehe. The tools and anesthetics are imported, and I’ll call my assistant to come back right now.”
“Um… from which part will you start?”
“Why do we have to start from somewhere else if it’s just peeling off the feathers?!”
“This is indeed a shady clinic. I’ll definitely report you! Xiao Wenzi, I don’t want to go up there!” Wang Xiaomie’s eyes were big like saucers.
Wen Fengjin furrowed his brows slightly. He wanted the feathers removed, but he equally disliked the man in front of him. Not to mention, he wouldn’t let this man lacerate his shixiong’s skin—
Yi Yan had already started urging.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!” Yi Yan patted the bed.
His impatient and coaxing tone was like a mad scientist who escaped from a mental hospital doing research!
“Hurry and lie down. I’ll cut you open perfectly and remove the feathers. After all, I’m the one who created it~~~ Relax and don’t be afraid.”
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
Yi Yan tilted his head, “What’s wrong? Why haven’t you laid down yet?”
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
Wang Xiaomie turned to Wen Fengjin and said, “Laogong.”
Wen Fengjin: “Hmm.”
“Beat him!”
“…”
