Chapter 200: the Last World
The baron sitting at the end of the dining table stretched out his fat big hand and picked up a roasted oily human leg. The mouth, which was so broad and strangely proportioned, opened slowly, and the corners of the mouth split almost to the base of the ears, revealing circles of sharp teeth, crisscrosing deep in the mouth, spreading towards the throat layer by layer.
All the players were white as paper, they felt chilled down their spine and they held their breath subconsciously.
Their eyes were tightly glued to this horrifying scene and they couldn’t move away. They could only watch the baron stuff the leg directly into his mouth. His cheeks and throat were wiggling as he chewed slowly, accompanied by a scalp-numbing sound of gnawing and swallowing. The chewed minced meat and bone dregs, covered with thick fat, flowed down from the corner of his mouth and fell on the snow-white tablecloth.
The scene in front of them was horrifying.
The expressionless male servants and maids placed the silver plates on the table one by one, and lifted the lids with their hands, revealing a variety of different dishes.
White ribs were exposed on top of the stewed milky white soup, the fresh and tender ribs dripping pinkish soup at the point of the cut. Grilled shoulder meat was wrapped with oily bacon and surrounded by a spicy peppermint white sauce.
From the color combination to the fragrance, every dish was extraordinarily alluring.
But every player sitting around the table was well aware of the ingredients of these dishes.
They looked pale, as if their stomachs were overwhelmed and they just tried not to retch— no one at the table touched a knife and fork, only the baron sitting at the end of the table was gobbling non-stop.
Before each new dish gets served, the previous dish will have been devoured clean by him.
His stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit and he stuffed all the food he could get into his mouth, moving faster and faster, as if he was becoming more and more hungry.
The players at the table felt like sitting on pins and needles.
They secretly looked towards the head of the long table.
A pale and gloomy man sat on the main seat, holding the neck of the wine glass with his slender fingers, shaking it carelessly.
With a smile on his lips, he watched the baron sitting at the other end of the long table gobble up the food.
The scarlet liquid swayed and swirled in the container, reflecting in the depths of the man’s dark and gloomy eyes, dyeing his eyes a strange dark red.
A young man sat beside him with his eyes downcast quietly, his expression was exceptionally calm, as if he hadn’t been affected by the wolfishly devouring man opposite him at all.
Under the restaurant’s overly bright light that was almost white, he seemed like a beautiful oil painting, quiet, peaceful and timeless.
…he didn’t look like a good person at first glance.
The players exchanged a terrified look.
They really didn’t expect that there were actually two bosses in this dungeon, and they both successfully mixed into the players!
But what they couldn’t figure out was that since no one had discovered the identities of these two people so far, why were they directly revealing their disguise now? What the hell was going to happen now?
They had no idea what to do.
Ge Xiu kept his eyes lowered from beginning to end.
A pair of slender hands rested on his knees, blue veins meandered under the fair skin, motionless like marble sculptures.
At this moment, his fingertips suddenly twitched slightly, the movement was so small that it was almost undetectable.
As though he was breaking free.
The instance’s NPCs that delivered the dishes were mixed with several players who were playing servants. They tremblingly walked forward with the silver plates in their hands, carefully placed the plate on the table and then left as quickly as if their buttocks were on fire.
The dishes on the table became more and more disgusting.
A block of ice was covered with slices of muscle and viscera as thin as a cicada’s wing, dripping blood flowed down the iceberg and human eyeballs were also used as embellishments.
Several players who were seated closest to the dish looked as pale as paper. If they hadn’t quickly raised their hands to cover their mouths, they might have vomited on spot.
At this moment, a newbie player walked forward tremblingly.
He held a sample soup in his hand and in the blood-red soup base was chopped offal floating in pieces, as well as large intestines that were ingeniously wrapped around the rim of the bowl.
His hands trembled more and more as he got closer to the frantically gobbling Baron.
The hot soup splashed out and dripped on the back of his hand.
The player let out an “ouch”, shook his hands, staggered uncontrollably, and in the next second, the whole soup was spilled directly.
The Baron’s noisy chewing stopped.
On that huge fat face, a pair of sluggish and vicious black eyes rolled slowly and then firmly nailed on the newbie player who made a mistake.
An eerie silence spread.
But what was even more eerie was that the silence didn’t last long.
“AaaaaaHHHH———!”, piercing desperate screams sounded throughout the dining room, the newbie struggled hard but his legs were caught tightly.
He fell to the ground with an unsteady center of gravity, was pulled backwards, and was slowly sent into the big meat grinder-like mouth.
From the toes, to the thighs, to the hipbones, to the soft belly.
“Crack, crack, crack.”
The sound of crushing bones seemed to be magnified several times as the baron chewed and devoured the viscera flowing out of the dying man’s body, making a snorting sound, splashing plasma and minced meat in front of his eyes. More than half of the table was splashed and dirtied, some of the players sitting close were also polluted all over.
At the beginning, that player could still howl and scream, even cry and beg for mercy.
But at the end, apart from the occasional twitching of his limbs and weak moaning that could prove that he was still alive, he seemed like a real corpse.
The whole process lasted only a few minutes.
But for the players, it seemed like centuries had passed. Their teeth were chattering, their faces were pale and their expressions were lax. They just saw a person being eaten alive in front of their eyes.
Not knowing if they still instinctively remembered not to break their roles deep down in their hearts, or if they have lost the ability and desire to escape. Their buttocks were as tightly stuck to the chair as if they had taken root and they couldn’t even move a finger.
Suddenly, without warning, a jaw-dropping scene happened.
The young man sitting on the main seat suddenly stood up and then rushed to the dining table with one stride, kicking down everything from the table at once.
The tablecloth was crumpled and fell down immediately, the silver plates, cups and saucers fell to the ground with a clang.
The baron who had already devoured a living person stared at the young man who dared to interrupt the banquet. Angry and greedy light flashed in his small dark eyes and a roar came from his throat. Circles of large teeth spread wider suddenly, as he waved both hands and stretched them towards the young man.
Ge Xiu grabbed the meat cleaver inserted into the remaining bone in one of the silver plates, and then stabbed the opponent’s left eye with his backhand.
The movements were sharp and swift, as if fully instinctive, or rehearsed thousands of times. It took no more than a few seconds before he stood up and the baron’s sharp roar of anger and pain rang out in the restaurant.
Ge Xiu jumped down from the table deftly, raised his hand to press the back of the other’s head and then pressed it hard on the table.
The knife that was originally inserted into the opponent’s eyeball moved forward several inches in an instant.
The sound of the blade piercing into the bone came to people’s ears.
The baron’s fat body trembled twice and stopped moving.
The entire restaurant became a mess, the tables and chairs were overturned, soup and plasma flowed, leftover bones and blood from the torn flesh splashed on the thick carpet.
Ge Xiu raised his foot and kicked the baron’s huge body, bent down and pulled the knife out of his eye socket.
Scarlet blood splashed on his fair profile, but those dark eyes were still as calm as water, like a dark endless abyss, the rich red of blood and pale of his skin intertwined, making him look more abnormal and dangerous.
The NPCs waiting at the side greeted him with ferocious faces, but what they met was a sharp blade stained with blood, cutting through the flesh and bones—— the other party was obviously very cruel, with lethal moves and no mercy.
After a short while, only the blood-stained youth stood at the edge of the corridor.
Ge Xiu glanced at the players who had still looking dumbfounded, and sneered: “Run, what are you waiting for?”
The players suddenly woke up like from a dream, jumped up from their seats as if they were being chased and then run for their lives frantically towards the corridor behind the young man.
Those NPCs who were hacked to pieces were put back into one again. Not a single drop of blood flowed from all the cut sections, in just a few seconds, their limbs that had been torn apart before returned to their original shape and then with twisted white and malicious faces, rushed towards those fleeing players.
However, there was something unexpected.
The man sitting on the main seat suddenly raised his hand.
In the next second, those NPCs seemed as if frozen in time, staying firmly in place, watching the frightened players stumble away from the dining room filled with the sticky smell of blood.
Ge Xiu stood at the entrance of the corridor, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked towards the other end of the room.
Across the chaotic and dirty dining room and the baron’s huge body stretching across the ground, he and the man who was still sitting on the main seat looked at each other from a distance.
The man’s expression was calm and unfathomable, those dark eyes fixedly stared at Ge Xiu. The frightening madness and possessiveness from before had been hidden and he couldn’t see any emotions clearly, the corners of his lips still held a vague slight smile, making him look like a gentle and restrained old-school gentleman, not at all resembling a powerful and crazy instance boss.
Ge Xiu raised the corners of his lips and bowed to salute him:
“Thank you for the hospitality.”
After speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the dark corridor.
Staring at the empty doorway, the man slowly put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and then walked towards the baron who fell on the ground.
“Master,” the hostess lowered her head tremblingly, “Aren’t you going to give chase?”
The man turned the baron over with the toe of his shiny black shoe and said unhurriedly, “Not yet.”
There was an inconspicuous crack in the baron’s abdomen, which did not look like it was caused by a blade, but more like it split from the inside.
The crack wriggled slowly, as if something was hatching.
The man raised his eyes and looked at the doorway where Ge Xiu disappeared just now, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and his voice was soft and slow, like whispering at a lover’s pillow:
“No matter what, you belong to me.”
“My bride.”
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