Chapter 1 The Lamb to be Slaughtered_4
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Escape—
The only course of action left was to flee!
Wu Xiaode glanced at the little girl again, wanting to say something.
"I'm already dying, run away quickly—if you survive, avenge me later!" The little girl looked deeply at him and uttered her final plea.
Wu Xiaode gritted his teeth.
Damn it.
Damn it all!
He took big strides, charging at full speed towards the cave.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
As expected, the giant couldn't be bothered with him and simply walked step by step in his direction, muttering:
"Rats aren't worth the extra effort to eat—I have too much rat meat."
"But a sprout carrying a special power fluctuation can perfectly serve as the main course for this meal."
Its single eye settled on the little girl.
Finally.
By the time it stood in front of the little girl, Wu Xiaode had already reached the mouth of the cave.
He could leave!
The little girl withdrew her gaze and looked at the giant in front of her.
Without a doubt, she was about to be eaten.
The little girl could no longer hold back her emotions and began to sob softly.
The giant looked at the little girl and boomed, "As a premium ingredient, you're entitled to a last word."
The little girl looked towards the mouth of the cave.
Wu Xiaode squeezed into the cave and stood in its shadows.
—The cave was a steep slope that had no visible end, just a leap down and he could immediately escape this dreadful place.
But for some reason, Wu Xiaode hadn't left yet.
He stood in the darkness, his gaze fixated on the Ice Frost small characters:
"Mission Two: The lamb to the slaughter."
He had appeared here inexplicably and had inexplicably received the Book of the Dead.
But thinking about it—
Neither the masked man nor the mage had survived!
Was the cave really safe?
No, there was absolutely no way to confirm this.
So—
Should he trust the hints from the Book of the Dead, or should he flee wildly in this utterly unknown land of terror?
Wu Xiaode clenched his teeth, his gaze turning to the little girl in the corner.
Their eyes met.
The little girl wiped away her tears, sniffed, and shouted at him, "Run already!"
Wu Xiaode remained frozen in place.
Midair, the giant made a humming sound again:
"It's time to dine."
It slowly reached out its huge, blood and bone-covered hand towards the little girl.
All was heading towards its end.
Suddenly—
A voice was heard from somewhere not too far off in the cave:
"If I were you, I wouldn't eat her so hastily, after all, she is filled with fear."
"According to you, people who die of fear will have bodies that stench and sour, making them taste awful, and the same goes for the living, doesn't it?"
The giant's hand paused.
The little girl's face showed disbelief as she stared straight at the cave.
There was Wu Xiaode, walking out of the cave.
He was pale, his body still trembling slightly, but his gaze was fixed on the giant.
Damn it.
Cursing internally, he called out loudly to the giant:
"There's nothing to see in this cave but corpses, so you've only been able to eat those. No wonder it tastes bad."
He walked back step by step as if it took all his strength.
The giant eyed Wu Xiaode with disdain but couldn't help asking:
"Sour flesh, what are you trying to say?"
Wu Xiaode took a deep breath.
He was going to die.
The thought sprang from deep within and was immediately suppressed by him.
There was no need to worry about life or death any longer.
If everyone who entered the Sealing Cave was out of the ordinary—
The masked man had a sword, the old man had a Magic Wand, and he... he had a Book of the Dead that no one else could see!
If the missions in this book were real—
It was worth the gamble.
Even if hope was as tenuous as gossamer, he had to take that bet!
Wu Xiaode walked straight to the little girl's side and flipped over one of the bodies.
—This was the only chef among her numerous guards.
Wu Xiaode opened the chest that the body had been pressing down on and rummaged through it, soon finding some pots and jars.
"Look, we've got vinegar, soy sauce, and minced garlic,"
"Actually, this is enough, but luckily, we also have chili and cumin powder."
Wu Xiaode began to spread various seasonings on himself.
The little girl was stunned.
The giant was stunned.
After a few moments.
The giant's single eye grew rounder and rounder, its nostrils flared up occasionally, twitching as if trying hard to smell the unique scent emanating from Wu Xiaode.
Its upraised hand gradually came to a halt.
By then, Wu Xiaode had thrown all caution to the wind and exclaimed loudly:
"I'm alive, I must taste better than a corpse."
"My body has both lean and fat, not like her, just skin and bones, not tasty at all."
"Most importantly, I'm quite skilled at mixing these dips."
Wu Xiaode guesstimated his body size and smeared various seasonings all over himself until he achieved what he considered the ideal level.
He was confident in himself.
—After all, whenever they had hot pot, everyone liked to have him help with the dipping sauces.
His ex-girlfriend always had trouble letting him go.
It wasn't until she got his dipping sauce recipe that she mercilessly dumped him.
Meaning—
He had a knack for making dipping sauces!!!
Wu Xiaode placed the pots and jars on the ground, looked up to meet the giant's eye, and declared loudly:
"I must be the most delicious person you've ever encountered. I don't think you can deny that."
His voice carried far and wide in the silent cave.
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