The mascot of the wishing shop is a cat.

Chapter 285 Meat?

"It seems that we are in the location of that magic circle."

Lin Xiyue looked at the drawing in her hand and murmured softly.

"Will it be okay if we sit here?! ヽ(?Д?)?"

Hearing this, He Hailuo kept looking at the carpet under his bottom and asked Lin Xiyue in a low voice.

"Probably not, otherwise they wouldn't close the shop before 9 p.m. every night."

Lin Xiyue thought for a moment and comforted He Hailuo.

"That's good, let's continue watching!"

Hearing Lin Xiyue's words, He Hailuo felt relieved and looked forward to seeing what would happen next.

She was treating this notebook like a story, eagerly anticipating what would happen next, seemingly forgetting why they were even looking at it in the first place.

Lin Xiyue smiled, said nothing, and turned to the next page.

This page begins with a series of interconnected pictures, presumably telling a story, but these pictures only contain a few scattered dialogues between characters.

Lin Xiyue and He Hailuo slowly shifted their gaze to the first image in the painting, carefully examining what it depicted.

The small figure in the painting is likely the artist himself.

He was following closely behind Mr. X and his entourage, walking together toward the slums.

As the scene unfolds, they finally step into the black market hidden in the slums.

Looking at the scene depicted in the painting, Lin Xiyue was shocked, because this place was exactly the same as the black market that Moros had taken her to before. It seemed to be the same place.

In the black market, they wandered through narrow and dark alleys, finally arriving at an inconspicuous little room.

Looking up, a sign shaped like a piece of meat hangs above, looking particularly eerie.

Without hesitation, Mr. X reached out and pushed open the door, then strode inside.

As the painter followed him into the house, a pungent, putrid stench assaulted his nostrils.

Upon closer inspection, the room was found to be filled with all sorts of corpses, a truly horrifying sight.

From the smallest mouse to the most majestic lion, it has everything.

Each corpse was neatly stacked in a square, and these squares seemed to emanate a chill, keeping the corpses in a frozen state and preventing them from decomposing too quickly.

What's even more chilling is that there are clearly price tags on the outside of each square.

If you ignore the grotesque and terrifying corpses, the scene is indeed somewhat like a refrigerated display case in a large supermarket, except that the "goods" displayed here are so horrifying that no one can calmly choose them.

The painter casually glanced around, but in that inadvertent moment, he keenly noticed something unusual.

The scene in the square where the animal carcasses were supposed to be placed, which was constantly emitting wisps of cold air, was completely different.

Unlike the other cubicles, which had refrigeration equipment and animal carcasses, this one contained an enormous, gigantic cage.

The cage was tightly wrapped in a thick layer of black cloth, like a mysterious barrier, completely concealing everything inside and making it impossible for anyone to see what secrets were hidden within.

Driven by intense curiosity, the painter unconsciously took a step and slowly approached the mysterious cage.

When he finally stood in front of the cage, his gaze naturally fell on the price tag next to it.

The sign clearly displayed several eye-catching characters: "Two-legged sheep: 20,000 yuan/each".

"Two-legged sheep? What exactly is that?"

The painter, filled with doubt, could no longer contain his curiosity and turned to Mr. X beside him to ask a question.

The speech bubble representing his words floated leisurely above his head, perfectly obscuring the faces of everyone else present, preventing Lin Xiyue and the others from seeing their expressions.

"Heh, they're just humans."

Upon hearing the painter's question, Mr. X's lips curled up slightly, revealing a dismissive smirk. He casually replied, glancing at the painter's location before speaking.

At this moment, you can see a clear sense of indifference and apathy emanating from the bubbles rising above his head.

And you can also see the expressions of the people around you.

The group of people had ambiguous smiles on their faces, looking at the author as if he were a clown, creating an eerie atmosphere throughout the scene.

Upon hearing Mr. X's words, the painter froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his expression instantly frozen.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable fear swept over my entire body like a surging tide.

He stared wide-eyed at what he was seeing in disbelief, his lips trembling uncontrollably, as if something was stuck in his throat, preventing him from uttering a complete sentence.

His hands began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, like withered branches and leaves swaying in the wind.

The face that had been relatively calm was now twisted and contorted with extreme terror, every feature seemingly telling of the horror and terror deep within.

"You, you're saying this is all human beings?!"

The artist was shocked; the speech bubbles that appeared above his head all had sharp horns.

"Yes, two-legged sheep."

Mr. X casually remarked something and turned to walk towards the only counter.

The painter looked at the cage, then at Mr. X, and finally gritted his teeth and chased after him.

He had just stood still by the counter when he heard Mr. X say, "Start with the smallest mice, then move on to cats, dogs, and so on. Give me corpses that grow a little bigger each day. Ten each time. I need three months' worth to start."

"Two-legged sheep? We don't need that for now."

The painter breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he didn't need to use humans, and then dared not ask any more questions, and followed Mr. X through the process.

Soon, they left the black market and returned to the mall with ten dead rats.

Standing before the magic circle once more, Mr. X suddenly spoke.

"Have you remembered everything I did before? From now on, you will retrieve the corpses exactly as I did every day, and that will be it."

As Mr. X spoke, he squatted down and tapped the pattern in the center of the carpet with his long, slender fingers.

"brush--"

In the scene, a crack appeared on the top of the carpet after Mr. X knocked on it, revealing a shopping mall that was a projection of the real world, exactly the same as where they were sitting.

"Let's go, I'll only teach you once."

Mr. X turned to the painter, said something, and then stepped inside first.

The painter looked around carefully, and finally, amidst Mr. X's disapproving click of his tongue, he nervously went inside.

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