Can the revival of the extraordinary be achieved by merging the Superman template?

Qi Wu's gaze sharpened instantly, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Could it be a supernatural event?

Before he went to bed last night, he actually thought about what extraordinary events he might encounter today.

But it's just a fantasy of encountering a real ghost while escaping from a locked room.

He even fantasized about punching a ghost to pieces and showing off in front of others.

But unexpectedly, before we could even escape the escape room, something happened during lunch.

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

"Where's the door?!"

Zhao Peng also noticed something was wrong.

He was quite brave in front of the girl, and went straight over to touch the wall.

The wall is real; what your fingertips touch is a cold, rough surface, not an illusion.

He knocked on the wall again, carefully feeling it.

This wall is actually solid.

"Where did the door go?"

Everyone else in the store noticed that the door had disappeared, and the whole store instantly erupted in chaos.

"What happened?"

"I want to get out, let me out."

"What's going on? Is this a prank show?"

The boy who had just tried to leave was pale-faced and was pounding on the wall like a madman, his palms turning red.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

His girlfriend was terrified, clinging tightly to his arm, her whole body trembling.

Just then, a figure walked out from the kitchen.

She was a very tall waitress, over 1.8 meters tall, almost as tall as Qi Wu.

Her legs were ridiculously long, her body proportions were exaggerated beyond human limits, and she was wearing a pair of scarlet high heels.

The waitress stood in the center of the hall and spoke with a smile.

"Welcome, everyone, to dine here."

Her voice was very pleasant, with an indescribable sweetness, but in this environment, it sounded particularly eerie.

The boy who wanted to leave suppressed his fear and tried his best to keep his voice polite.

"Thank you, but we don't want to eat at the buffet. Could we please leave?"

The waitress tilted her head; it was kind of cute.

Then, she walked to the table next to her and picked up a knife.

This is a very ordinary dinner knife, the kind used for cutting steak.

The boy continued to explain, "We really just went to the wrong place, could you...?"

The next second, the waitress was already in front of the boy with a knife, and the knife cleanly and neatly sliced ​​across his neck.

A spurt of blood gushed out, splattering the waitress and his girlfriend's faces.

The waitress didn't even blink, and her expression didn't change at all.

The boy clutched his neck, collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then quickly became still.

His girlfriend screamed and fainted, falling to the ground.

At that moment, the entire store fell silent.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the waitress.

The waitress calmly picked up a napkin, wiped the blood from her face, and smiled—a very beautiful smile.

"If you don't want to be a guest, then be food."

At the same time, a fat man dressed as a chef walked out of the kitchen.

The fat man was terrifyingly large, over two meters tall, with shoulders so broad they could almost block a door frame.

He walked expressionlessly to the boy's body, picked it up with one hand, and headed towards the kitchen.

Only a shocking trail of blood remained on the ground, stretching from where the body had fallen all the way into the kitchen.

Soon, the sound of chopping bones came from the kitchen.

Zhao Peng swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Brother Wu, this buffet at this restaurant... it's not made with corpses, is it?"

Qi Wu didn't answer, but instead looked at the waitress.

The waitress turned around and faced everyone again, her body still covered in blood, but her smile remained.

"Welcome, everyone, to dine here."

Zhao Peng swallowed several times, feeling his throat go dry.

"Brother Wu, what do we do?"

Liu Yang leaned against the wall, trying to calm himself down.

Although his legs were shaking uncontrollably, he still calmly began to analyze the situation.

"It seems that as long as you obey, you won't be killed."

Qi Wu nodded, still staring at the waitress: "I think this is somewhat like..."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Strange Tales of Rules"

The one speaking was Zhou Niannian.

Qi Wu turned to look at her.

Zhou Niannian's expression was unusually calm as she calmly sized up the waitress.

Unlike Chen Yuwei, who was almost crying from fright, she huddled behind Su Xiaohan, dropping the milk tea she had just bought on the ground.

Zhou Niannian just stood there, even analyzing the current situation.

Qi Wu nodded: "That's right, it's a bit like a strange tale about rules."

Zhao Peng immediately retorted, "Isn't the rule-breaking narrative just about writing the rules down? Like posting a note on the wall saying things like, 'First, you can't do this, second, you can't do that...'"

Liu Yang gave him a speechless look.

"Have you ever encountered a real-life 'rules of the trade'? Maybe someone will just pull out a knife and try to explain the rules to you."

Zhao Peng thought it made sense, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything more.

Qi Wu lowered his voice: "Stop arguing. It seems that the superpower video that Brother Yang posted last night wasn't fake. There really is a supernatural event."

Liu Yang's face turned very ugly.

"I'd rather it were fake."

While a few people were discussing in hushed tones, others in the shop were also talking.

Several people have already figured it out.

Listening to the waitress is better than having your throat slit.

They've already started getting the meat.

One girl had even sat down and started putting pork belly on the grill, the fat sizzling as if nothing had happened.

But there were five people who didn't obey.

They came together; they were a group of male college students, wearing jerseys, looking like a basketball team, and they smelled of sweat after exercising.

At this moment, the group had already picked up their knives and were eyeing the waitress menacingly.

The boy in the lead was quite tall, over 1.8 meters, and as strong as an ox, with bulging muscles and veins on his arms.

He shouted to everyone, "Everyone, attack together! Are we, twenty-odd people, afraid of just one woman?"

Seeing that everyone was still hesitant, he added, "As long as you protect your vital organs, you won't die from a few cuts."

"She only has a knife, what are we afraid of?"

Qi Wu watched from the side, somewhat eager to try.

He has a superhuman physique, and conventional weapons simply cannot penetrate his defenses.

It is important to understand that conventional weapons refer to all weapons other than weapons of mass destruction such as nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons.

How could a mere dinner knife possibly break through his defenses?

Qi Wu's only worry now is whether there is some strange supernatural power that can ignore his defenses.

Just then, the waitress moved and smiled at the five people.

Then, holding a dinner knife and wearing high heels, she walked over step by step.

"Da, da, da..."

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor was exceptionally clear in the quiet store, each click feeling like it was hitting everyone's heart.

The boy in the lead cursed, "Damn it, Lao Wang, come at me with me!"

After saying that, he grabbed the kitchen knife and charged forward with a reckless, suicidal air.

His companion hesitated for a moment and then didn't go up.

"Why don't you go for it!" the leading boy shouted.

Old Wang took a step back, his eyes darting around: "You hold them off for now, I'll find an opportunity..."

"Fuck your mother!"

The boy in the lead ignored him and rushed straight to the waitress.

The two men clashed with each other.

The leader was stabbed in the shoulder, and blood immediately gushed out, soaking his jersey. But he gritted his teeth and didn't back down. He stabbed the waitress in the chest, directly into her heart.

"puff!"

The knife sank into his chest with a dull thud.

The boy in the lead gritted his teeth and burst into laughter: "Damn it, she'll get hurt! She'll get hurt!"

"If we attack together, we can definitely kill her!"

His voice was full of excitement.

This waitress isn't invincible.

She will bleed, she will get hurt, and she may even die.

If you're brave enough, how could you not kill her?

But the next second, his smile froze.