Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Although this restaurant is suspected of being a shady restaurant with forced purchases, it has to be admitted that its service is still very attentive.

The waiter behind him was worried that Zhang Qian wouldn't be able to reach the dishes, so he very considerately planned to bring them to him.

An arm wrapped in black cloth stretched out from behind Zhang Qian. It looked normal at first, but then the arm stretched longer and longer, and soon exceeded the limit of the sleeves.

The palm hidden under the sleeve appeared, dry and thin, it didn't look like a human hand, but more like a few wooden sticks.

Immediately afterwards, longer and longer arms were stretched out, and the dark brown skin had begun to wrinkle, which inexplicably reminded Zhang Qian of the specialty air-dried beef jerky on the grassland.

But the waiter obviously doesn't care about these details.

He slowly grabbed the plates under the porcelain bowl and dragged them together to Zhang Qian.

Then he lifted the lid on the porcelain bowl and introduced enthusiastically: "This is our signature dish. The ham used has been carefully selected. It is bright in color, fragrant but not greasy. Please try it, my guest!"

Zhang Qian raised his eyes and took a look.

The contents of the bowl could not be said to be unlike ham, only that they were completely unrelated.

Several pale pieces of meat of unknown variety were stacked in the bowl, with some fishy blood poured on them that might have been used for seasoning.

Just opening the lid gave off a sour smell, and this place was in a ghost ship, otherwise it would definitely attract swarms of flies.

I couldn't imagine what such a thing would taste like, and the most outrageous thing was that the cook actually ate it secretly. There were many bite marks on these small pieces of meat.

Of course Zhang Qian would not eat such strange things, and he did not even mean to be perfunctory. He just sat calmly on the chair and remained motionless, as if he was asleep.

The waiter on the other side was very concerned about his situation and came up to him again and asked: "How does it taste? Is it to your liking?"

As soon as this guy came over, Zhang Qian frowned and resisted the urge to slap him twice.

However, the waiter didn't seem to know how annoying he was, and kept sticking behind Zhang Qian'er, as if he wouldn't leave until he answered.

Seeing that it was unwilling to give up, Zhang Qian thought for a while and answered.

"I've given it to you, you can eat it." Zhang Qian waved his hand casually.

If you say it tastes delicious without conscience, the waiter in this shop might force-feed it to himself.

If it says it doesn't taste good, it may trigger rules and lead to attacks.

So Zhang Qian chose to avoid this question and wanted to see how the waiter would react.

As a so-called distinguished guest, is my order valid? Will the waiter really eat these pieces of meat that are more disgusting than drinking water?

"Thank you for the reward!" The thing behind him shouted excitedly.

Then his skinny arm reached out at an extremely fast speed, grabbed the porcelain bowl and quickly retracted into the darkness, as if he was afraid that Zhang Qian would regret it.

Then a crunching sound came from behind the chair.

The teeth that were almost falling out could not withstand the attack of these big pieces of fat, so they all chose to stop eating.

But the waiter didn't care. He chewed the raw meat with his gums and squeezed out every drop of pus before swallowing it with his own teeth.

Licking his dry lips with unfinished thoughts, the waiter became a little excited and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Next dish!"

Almost the moment the sound fell.

A bowl with the same style as before appeared on the tablecloth.

However, Zhang Qian did not miss the details this time and noticed that these dishes did not appear out of thin air.

There was a skinny hand that carried the bowls to the table. It looked a bit like the waiter's arm. "Stewed bear paw with southern legs!"

Eagerly opening the lid for Zhang Qian, the waiter then urged, "Guest, please try it while it's hot."

Even so, it couldn't cover up the sound of swallowing saliva from time to time. It was obvious that it wanted to eat this thing by itself rather than let Zhang Qian taste it.

"This is a bit interesting..."

Zhang Qian originally thought that these dishes would have various traps, and maybe they would be attacked in some way after eating them.

But judging from the waiter's behavior, these foods really seemed like rare delicacies, and it would be Zhang Qian's loss if he didn't eat them.

Do you want to try some?
Will eating these dishes be the opportunity to leave?

After a moment of hesitation, Zhang Qian gave up the idea.

The so-called bear's paw joints are slender, and the length of the five fingers does not look like that of other creatures. It can only be taken from humans.

Although he had never eaten something similar, the situation this time was different from the time he swallowed the ghost hand.

It's natural that the ghost-eating hand can eat. On the one hand, it is to improve his strength, but more importantly, it is because he does not regard ghosts as human beings.

What's more, it's said to be eaten, but in fact it's just a prepared elixir that's absorbed, not something that's held in one's paws and gnawed on.

"Forget it, it definitely won't only serve these few dishes. If you really want to eat it, you're not in a hurry."

Zhang Qian shook his head slightly and said casually to the waiter who was already hungry and thirsty: "You can eat."

"Dele!" the waiter cheered.

He picked up the porcelain bowl and brought it to his mouth, sucking the "bear's paw" into his mouth with a sip.

The bear's paw, which had long since become soft due to decay, was instantly separated from its bones and flesh, turning into shreds of meat and being swallowed into its belly.

It even couldn't bear to throw away those bones, and kept slurping them in an attempt to absorb the soup inside.

Seeing that it was so happy, Zhang Qian suddenly asked: "How can I leave this place?"

The waiter in the shop did not look like a ghost, but seemed to be a being who could communicate, so Zhang Qian wanted to take a shortcut with the mentality of giving it a try.

It would be best if we could get the answer. Even if it doesn't work, there should be no loss.

And considering that I treated it to two dishes, it shouldn’t refuse to reveal any information, right?
"Round... sizzling..."

There were a few bones in his mouth, and the waiter's voice was a little unclear.But he didn't want to neglect the distinguished guest, so he hurriedly swallowed a few bones whole.

"Bangdang."

The huge metacarpal broke the skin on the throat and fell straight to the ground.

The waiter bent down to pick it up while responding to Zhang Qian's question, "You can leave naturally after the dinner is over."

So simple?
Zhang Qian was slightly startled. Does this mean that he only needs to stay here for a while before he can leave?
The waiter who picked up the metacarpal bones didn't dislike it, so he stuffed the bones back into his mouth and started chewing them, savoring the taste of the broth.

Listening to the clattering sound over there, Zhang Qian felt a little hungry.

"Then stop dawdling and continue serving the food."

(End of this chapter)