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Chapter 169 Is Your Meat Cooked?

woo~
The engine of the speedboat hummed lowly, Zhu Jue sat cross-legged in the middle of the boat, with the evil ghost's long knife across his lap, and the Qingyi gun was at hand.

The umbrella had to be put away because of the wind that was driving the boat. The rain outside the brim of the hat merged into a dripping rain curtain. Zhu Jue's eyes were always on the choppy sea in front of him.

Occasionally, seagulls walk through the rain, skim over the sea, and fly to the distance, while the ripples brought about by their movements in the sea spread to the outer layer.

Zhu Jue, who came to sea for the first time, always thought that there might be something down there, which made him inexplicably nervous.

rumbling~
A bolt of lightning fell straight down in the distance, and Zhu Jue stood up suddenly, not because he was frightened, but on the distant sea, he saw a huge black shadow that was parked and illuminated.

After getting closer, I realized that it was just a ship standing still on the sea.

It was right next to the sailing route of the speedboat, so the distance between Zhu Jue and it kept getting closer, and his eyes were drawn to it involuntarily.

Zhu Jue didn't see anyone on the boat. Of course, the ship here is only the deck and the corridors on both sides. Because Zhu Jue doesn't know how to drive a yacht, it is impossible to board the boat to check.

But seeing no one does not mean that there is no one. The moment Zhu Jue passed by the ship, a black shadow rushed out of the cabin flapping its wings and flew straight to the speedboat where Zhu Jue was.

At first glance, it looked like a seagull that Zhu Jue had seen before, but when it landed in front of the speedboat, Zhu Jue immediately raised its green wings.

Its head was already covered with dark red blood stains. Under the washing of the rain, the blood that had been solidified due to the cold environment quickly melted away from its head and flowed to other parts of its body.

Whoa!

The seagull spread its wings, and the blood splashed, leaving a bloodstain on the front windshield of the speedboat.

It looked at Zhu Jue, but didn't cry, because it held a round object in its mouth—someone's eyeball!
boom!
The muzzle of the gun shot out flames towards the sky, and the seagulls were frightened and fluttered away.

"Since it's a seagull, just eat fish obediently. It's fine if you learn from a crow. It's your fault if you come out to scare people."

He sat back on the speedboat again, was silent for a while, and then said softly,

"It's not a good sign that seagulls can imitate crows. I'm afraid this trip will be a bit troublesome."

This can be said to be for the people in the Yecheng studio, or it can be said for the audience who will watch the video in the future.

"Qinglian, can you come with me?"

After looking at the screen for so long, Olivia finally couldn't help but patted Li Qinglian on the shoulder and said.

The latter asked Wu Tong to help watch, while he got up and went to the side with Olivia.

"I have a question. In your previous videos, did he go there alone? Including the shooting in Guangcheng City"

This question was something Olivia wanted to ask a long time ago. In her understanding, since it is a video shoot, there must be all kinds of assistants on the scene. Just like those movies, although there is only one protagonist, there may be people around How many assistants and staff.

But when she really got involved, she found that besides her, there were really only three people in the weird work, and two of them didn't go to the scene when the video was filmed, but were just spectators in the studio with drinks in their hands and snacks.

"That's right, Wu Tong and I are just ordinary people. We have neither mechanical prosthetics nor power injections. We went with Zhu Jue to participate in the filming. If we meet a monster, he still has to take care of us. Wouldn't that cause trouble for him? "

Regarding Zhu Jue's filming alone, Wu Tong and Li Qinglian also considered protecting his personal safety. After all, if something happened to Zhu Jue now, the Weird Studio might collapse directly, but after thinking about it, nothing came out result.

Do you want to send bodyguards to Zhu Jue?
The guys he can kill, these bodyguards may not be able to kill, and the guys he can't kill, these bodyguards probably have to lie on the ground and get the "box lunch" after meeting each other.

What's more, what he was facing was a monster that was a source of mental pollution, and the security company probably wouldn't accept such an order.

"You are not afraid of him"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid. You should have seen the video of him in Guangcheng City. It's just a part of it that he took. In the middle part, he even turned off the camera in advance, because the things he met at that time were regarded as spiritual protectors. It may not be able to protect us, and I still remember the screams that he asked us to help take care of the wind chime, but we never mentioned it in front of him."

Speaking of this, Li Qinglian glanced at Olivia with a strange face, and continued,

"Do you think we are a little unreasonable, and want to ask why you didn't stop him from going to such a dangerous place?"

"Ah."

Olivia leaned against the small balcony by the window and replied bluntly.

"Because that's what Zhu Jue wants to do, you don't know, he has dealt with those monsters from a very early age, he is really good. This is not bragging, what you see is just our edited version of the fight , When you see him in real battle with us, you will understand why he always fights alone."

Li Qinglian had the same idea as Olivia a long time ago, but now, she just smiled and said,

"Ordinary people are not qualified to help him."

The waves beat against the rocks on the shore, Zhu Jue went ashore and took a sip of the energy drink in his backpack. It was hard for him to remember to advertise for the sponsor at this time.

Walking along the road beside the pier to the town, there are a lot of debris scattered on the road, and you can still feel the panic of the people on the island when they fled.

"Zhu Jue, there seems to be someone in front of you on the left."

Wu Tong reminded in the earphones that Zhu Jue looked in the direction he pointed out, and sure enough someone was walking on the side of the road with an umbrella.

Although he didn't know why there were still people so leisurely on this island, Zhu Jue decided to go up and ask about the situation.

It's just that when he approached, he always felt that something was wrong.

The other party's posture is really weird.

Rainwater is often affected by the wind direction when it rains and falls obliquely. At this time, the person holding the umbrella will naturally subconsciously hold the umbrella in the direction of the rainwater.

Zhu Jue could feel that the umbrella was blowing from behind him. He adjusted his hat, so he turned up his collar early and pushed his hat back, but when the person in front of him was walking, the umbrella was facing forward , and his body leaned forward slightly, as if rain and wind were coming towards him.

Sense of violation!
That's right, after Zhu Jue confirmed again and again that it wasn't his own feeling that was the problem, he immediately realized that it was the other party's unreasonable actions that made him feel something was wrong.

He ran up quickly and directly grabbed the passerby's shoulder.

It was a middle-aged man with a beard.

"Brother, isn't this place empty?"

Zhu Jue was very "familiar" and stopped his shoulder and asked.

"Not everyone likes to leave the sea like me and there are quite a few."

The middle-aged man did not push Zhu Jue away, with a dull expression on his face, and continued to move forward.

"I don't think your umbrella is very useful, why don't you borrow it from me?"

As he spoke, his hands were not slow, and he took the umbrella into his own hands. Zhu Jue took off his hat, shook off the rainwater accumulated on it, and looked through the rain curtain beside the umbrella, looking at the middle-aged man. circulation.

He was not annoyed, as if the presence or absence of this umbrella did not affect him, and he continued to move forward, as if he already had a definite destination.

"Where in town are you going?"

Zhu Jue carried the weapon case and didn't do anything, just followed him, asking questions as he walked.

"Drink. Eat meat."

"Not bad, count me in? I just came from outside, and I'm very hungry now."

".it is good."

Glancing at Zhu Jue, the middle-aged man was silent for a while and replied.

The two continued to move forward like this, one was drenched in the rain, the other held an umbrella, and finally came to the middle of the town.

Zhu Jue's eyes were moving around. If it wasn't for the overturned debris on the street and the dim neon signs, it would look like an ordinary island town, and the tavern was just a restaurant in the old city of Yecheng just like Zhu Jue. Taverns are pretty much the same place.

Following behind the middle-aged man, Zhu Jue noticed that there were surprisingly many people sitting in the tavern. After a cursory glance, there were at least a dozen of them, and most of them were buried in eating the meat on the table. block, do not use knife and fork or chopsticks, but grasp
Some people also looked at Zhu Jue, not casually, but staring blankly.

"Zhu Jue, here"

Li Qinglian who returned reminded in the earphones that even she could see that something was wrong.

"It's okay, everyone here is talented, and I quite like it here."

Zhu Jue directly found a seat in the middle of the tavern, and the middle-aged man sat beside him, knocked on the table, and motioned for the waiter to come and deliver the food.

Perhaps due to the weather and floods, there was a problem with the power supply on the island. The whole tavern looked wet, and the lighting used some old-fashioned steam tints that looked like they were dismantled from fishing boats, placed on round wooden tables. In the center, a faint blue light is reflected on everyone's faces.

This made everyone's faces look a little gloomy.

Outside, it was raining harder and harder, and amidst the pattering rain, there were occasional thunderous muffled sounds.

A plate of blood-red meat was placed in front of Zhu Jue. The owner of the tavern was a bloated fat man, standing silently beside Zhu Jue, with scales faintly visible on the back of his hand exposed outside his sleeve.

"eat."

The deep voice sounded a little gloomy under the noisy background rain outside.

The man beside Zhu Jue buried his head in biting.

"Boss, are you sure the meat is cooked?"

Poking the piece of meat with chopsticks, Zhu Jue looked up at the tavern owner.

The black-striped palm grabbed the piece of meat fiercely and was about to stuff it into Zhu Jue's mouth, but the next second, he was directly held in place by the other hand.

In the tavern, everyone stopped eating.

"I just want to ask, do you keep your meat cooked and lose your temper like this?"

The palm of the hand was hard, and the hotel owner's wrist immediately made a creaking sound when the bones were overwhelmed.

(End of this chapter)