Chapter 183: The Attic
Yibei’s favourite meat is a roll of beef. Every time he eats hot pot, the fat, juicy rolls of beef are his first choice of meat to eat.
Some say that, after a traumatic event, you will start to hate the things you love, and he finds that this saying is absolutely true.
After seeing that dismembered man, he buried his love for beef in his heart, seemingly paranoid about eating meat.
‘Who knows if there were any strange things mixed in the beef… am I a cannibal?’
Assuming that if each of his hot pot meals were mixed with fingernail-sized human flesh, adding it up over ten years, he could very well be a cannibal.
He feels nauseous.
An Qing temporarily quelled his worries and confirmed that there were no urban legends in this stall, but he still prefers to never come to this side of the market ever again.
The psychological shadow still lingered in his heart, however, and curiosity seemed to get the best of him.
‘I’m not the same Lu Yibei as before,’ he decided, wanting to go near the stall to confirm the situation.