The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 762 03-25 - : The Feast of Dead Flesh

Chapter 762 -762: The Feast of Dead Flesh

Without a doubt, many city folk have come to Chu Family Village, likely under the pretense of filming a documentary. Moreover, it seems that the village has now become a place where the living and the dead coexist!

Huang Xiaolong laughed and glanced at the mangy dog at his side, “Have you and your companions been up to all this mischief? I don’t know what you guys are planning. Nevertheless, I will figure it out.”

The mangy dog whimpered a few times in response.

Huang Xiaolong didn’t press the matter further and instead began walking around the village with great interest.

The village was teeming with aged historic houses. You could even say that this quaint village could apply for intangible cultural heritage status. With a little bit of development, it could easily become a tourist spot.

As for the ghosts in the village, they were all wearing human skin. With Huang Xiaolong’s Heavenly Eye, he could see the skins were peeled off entirely, clearly the work of a skilled hand. The faces of the human skin were hollow, filled with odd patterns of human death.

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“Little Long, Chu Family Village is truly restless. There are too many ghosts here. Now, we have something to do.” Ma Chuxia seemed eager to get started. “This time, many experts from our Metaphysics Association have arrived, perfect for practicing our skills at Chu Family Village. Little Long, unless absolutely necessary, don’t get involved, okay?”

“Hah! My dear, do you want the Taoists from the Metaphysics Association to train in Chu Family Village?” Huang Xiaolong burst into laughter. “Well… this is not a training ground for novices.”

“Erm… Little Long, did you discover anything?” Ma Chuxia, whose cultivation couldn’t compare to Huang Xiaolong’s, could discern that Chu Family Village had ghosts, but she was unsure of the depth and gravity of this murky situation.

However, with Huang Xiaolong around, there wasn’t much for her to fear.

At this moment, a woman carrying a small child raced towards them, crying out. “Village Chief! Village Chief! My child has suddenly fallen ill… Village Chief…”

Huang Xiaolong looked up to see the child’s face turn pale green, his body ensnared by a ghastly aura, especially in his stomach where the dark energy rolled violently.

The woman and the child were not ghosts, but real people.

“What happened?” The Village Chief asked with panic on his face.

“Let me take a look.” Dean Ma from the First People’s Hospital, who was standing behind Huang Xiaolong, quickly approached, instructing the woman to lay the child down so he could examine the child’s condition.

However, after a thorough examination, he seemed helpless and quickly turned to Huang Xiaolong for help with pleading eyes.

Huang Xiaolong walked over and instantly pulled out a talisman from his bag. He asked for an empty bowl, filled it halfway with water, burned the talisman, mixed the ash with the water, pried the child’s mouth open, and fed it to him.

Soon, the child began to vomit, spewing out partially digested lizards, spiders, cockroaches, and mice…

Upon seeing this, many onlookers gasped. Some women even bent over and started retching.

The child slowly opened his eyes and muttered, “The old woman was so nice, she let me eat delicious food in her house. I ate a lot, chocolate, bread, jelly… It tasted so good.”

“He’ll be fine.” Huang Xiaolong smiled reassuringly at the mother.

“Little Long, what illness does this child have? Why would he throw up all that disgusting stuff… That’s terrifying.” Song Yuru looked horrified.

Lin Jing, Xia Ying, and others also looked at Huang Xiaolong with bewildered eyes.

Huang Xiaolong laughed, “It’s nothing. But, remember, don’t eat anything carelessly in this village.”

Ma Chuxia nodded slightly. “The kid was probably tricked by a ghost into eating the food prepared by him.”

Finally, they were led by the Village Chief of Chu Family Village, to a grand, old house.

The house was filled with a thick aroma of dishes and wine.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats.” Old Master Chu gave an inviting gesture.

“Let’s go in.” Huang Xiaolong began to walk towards the house.

However, stepping into the front door, he paused his footsteps. He looked down to find that the entrance did not have a threshold.

“Little Long, is there a problem?” Lin Jing asked from the side.

“Oh, Sister Jing, in the past, old houses generally had thresholds. You see, this old house, which is almost 2 to 300 years old, doesn’t have one.” Huang Xiaolong casually commented. “Traditionally, thresholds were meant to prevent the dead from returning home. In other words, thresholds can block ghosts. Even modern buildings have threshold stones at the entrance, and some people even bury exorcism charms or ‘Five Emperor’ coins underneath. This old house doesn’t have a threshold, meaning it doesn’t need to block ghosts – let them freely comings and goings.”

Lin Jing nodded in understanding, then looked around and whispered, “Little Long, are you sure now that there are ghosts in the house?”

Huang Xiaolong smiled blankly, thinking, “Sister, I’m not just sure of the ghosts in this house, but also that we’ve been accompanied by quite a few of them on our journey here.”

In the house.

There were dozens, if not hundreds of banquet tables set up in the large ancient house.

Tables made from pear, pine, or nanmu wood, were placed inside this old house, giving off a vibe reminiscent of an ancient inn.

For some reason, the sight stirred a sense of novelty within the affluent guests from Binhai; they were eager to taste the authentic rural delights.

Looking around, Huang Xiaolong couldn’t help but frown.

Some of these tables were just coffin lids, emitting a malicious aura.

The dishes on the tables, seemingly rich in colors and fragrant enough to stimulate one’s appetite, had been disguised by the ghosts. They were in fact dead mice, spiders, house lizards, snakes…

Most outrageous were the dishes prepared with human flesh—thigh meat, belly meat—all nauseatingly horrendous.

Seeing this, Huang Xiaolong lost all interest, and glared at the mangy dog by his feet, “Didn’t you guys go a little too far? You used to be human, not a ghost, don’t you feel disgusted?”

The mangy dog whimpered a few times, its eyes expressing a desire to defend itself, but apparently there was no way to start.

“Please, take your seats, please take your seats.” Old Master Chu’s face was glowing with cheerfulness and humility.

“Master Long, why don’t we sit together? These dishes look so delicious, with their earthy flavors that we couldn’t find in the city. They’re all-natural~~~” Zhou Mi looked hungrily at the food.

“Ha, eat? Be careful not to eat yourself to death.” Huang Xiaolong shot Zhou Mi a glance, then casually said, “Alright, we’re not going to eat. Let’s go.”

With that, Huang Xiaolong beckoned his wives and Old Master Jin, among others, readying to leave.

Seeing this, Master Chu was stricken with fear, figuring that he must have offended Huang Xiaolong somehow. He hastily apologized, “Li…Little Long…This time… I neglected your… Could you… Could you forgive me…”

“Not at all.” Huang Xiaolong smiled. “However, I have no interest in such a cannibalistic feast. I would also advise you not to eat recklessly; otherwise… Heh, you’ll end up just like that child earlier!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a number of villagers inside the house glared at Huang Xiaolong fiercely, their faces filled with sinister hatred!

They looked like bloodthirsty demons, ready to tear Huang Xiaolong into pieces!

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