Chapter 51
In the dim kitchen late at night, under the old hanging lamp, a young man in striped pajamas held a cleaver high with one hand, his lips curled into an extremely brilliant smile.
The light shone into his dark, deep eyes. The surface of the cleaver in his raised hand had a faint red tinge, like blood stains that were difficult to wash off after years of use.
In the shadow of the cleaver, the upward curve of his lips seemed to take on a mad and twisted flavor.
At this moment, the young man who had just leaped out of bed due to an accidental “ghost encounter” and stumbled to the kitchen to find a cleaver for protection, seemed to have suddenly become a different person.
The “ghost” who had found his panicked appearance amusing and had swayingly followed him out, only to face a double kill from the cleaver and now almost flattened into a paste-like ink: …QAQ Help!
Bai Yi, who hadn’t received an answer, frowned slightly in distress. “Hmm, it seems Ink Sauce, you have a different opinion.” He drawled, with a hint of casualness, “Could it be… you think these short few minutes aren’t enough for us to get to know each other and establish a friendship?”
“Oh, I get it—”
As he asked and answered himself, he had a sudden realization and swung his hand heavily. The cleaver in his hand followed the motion of his arm and slashed down heavily from mid-air, once again chopping the barely squirming blob of ink on the chopping board.
Ink: “…!!!”