Chapter 52 Level Four

The woman's last sentence sent a shiver down Han Fei's spine.

By frankly admitting that human flesh didn't taste good in an attempt to convince him there was nothing wrong with the meal, perhaps the woman saw no issue with such a statement, but from Han Fei's perspective, it was a completely different matter.

How could she know human flesh tasted bad? Could she have eaten human flesh?

Looking at the increasingly sickly eyes of the woman across the table, Han Fei slowly picked up his chopsticks.

He grabbed some bloody innards with them and placed them in his bowl, then pretended to accidentally brush his fingers against the innards in the bowl.

Hoping that the system would identify certain special items, just like the cursed dinner knife from before, Han Fei wanted to use the gaming system to identify the dish in the plate.

If the system provided a hint, it would confirm that the item was "special," and whether it could be eaten would depend on the system's description.