Chapter15

The same went for the tabletop too; the solid wood had changed color, tainted by all that blood.

Sinister, dark, bloodthirsty, oppressive, evil spirits, savagery…

All these elements were twisted together like a braid, impossible to separate, with only Jiang Che and everything here utterly out of place with one another.

The viewers watching the stream averted their gazes and took deep breaths—only by looking away from the screen did the air feel fresher.

None of them were actually present, but they all felt as though they could smell the nauseating, gag-inducing odor at the scene.

The stench seemed to seep through the screen, worming its way into everyone's nostrils.

There are over ten thousand haunted dungeons, endless blood and slaughter, endless darkness and fear…

The evil spirits thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of toying with their prey, but forcing someone to eat a meal at the table like this was something unprecedented.

From the moment Jiang Che opened the door and called out 'Mom, Dad,' the situation had changed.

The evil spirits had never played house before, and now they were reveling in this novel style of "family roleplay," just waiting for Jiang Che to break—and for his life to end.

The Butcher placed a bowl of murky, meaty broth down in front of Jiang Che.

As he leaned close to Jiang Che, everyone finally noticed: the mask atop the Butcher's head was sewn together from multiple skull caps, completely covering his entire head save for his eyes and nose—the natural cracks in the skulls clearly visible.

He set down the bowl and walked toward the kitchen.

"Thank you, Dad." Jiang Che politely picked up the bowl in front of him, not at all bothered by the strange shape of those chopsticks.

Hearing that title, the Butcher paused for a moment as he turned, then kept walking. "As long as you like it."