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Roasted bear paw

"Ah!"

Qi Liang was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses, crawling to the side in panic. His face turned pale, pointing at the head in the jar, his lips trembling as he struggled to speak: "H-human head! Whose... whose is it?"

The head in the jar belonged to none other than Li Hongbing, who had left before them. What was even more unacceptable was that Li Hongbing's limbs had been completely chopped off, with the lower half of his thighs and arms missing, leaving only a torso and head soaking in the brine.

Chen Jing, who had remained relatively calm at first, albeit trembling hands, had participated in anatomy courses during her time at medical school. Though she stood there trembling with her hands, her reaction was much better than Qi Liang's.

However, at this moment, Chen Jing suddenly looked towards the iron pot on the stove. Steam was rising from the pot, and thick soup bubbled inside, with sturdy bones occasionally rolling out.

Seeing this, Chen Jing couldn't help but turn back to the meat chunks still unfinished on the table. The red and shiny meat under the charred skin, wrapped in clear fat, emitted waves of fragrance in the bowl. However, now, it made Chen Jing's appetite disappear instantly.

"Ugh..."

Looking at the meat in the bowl, Chen Jing's face turned green, almost wishing to empty her stomach on the ground.

A pungent and unpleasant smell made Zhao Ke furrow his brows. He grabbed the old lady's hair in his arms, making some space on the side.

Fortunately, Qi Liang seemed not to notice this detail. After struggling to adapt for a moment, he got up from the ground, his eyes fixed on the old lady as he accused, "You killed him!"

The old lady grinned, revealing her yellow-black teeth, and coldly smirked, not answering Qi Liang's question, seemingly agreeing with his words.

Seeing this, Qi Liang felt a lump in his throat. Just as he was about to say something, the old lady suddenly reached out to grab Zhao Ke's wrist, turned around, and reached for Zhao Ke's throat.

The old lady, who seemed to be in her eighties, unexpectedly moved incredibly swiftly, even faster than Qi Liang and the other young people.

"Seeking death!"

A shadow of gloom flashed in Zhao Ke's eyes. He reached out to punch, but before his fist could land, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The hand that came towards him was skinny and dry, but it was covered in black hair, with five long and sharp nails reflecting a terrifying aura in the air.

Zhao Ke was startled: "Is this still a human hand?"

He had seen many human hands, but never one like this. This couldn't be called a human hand anymore; it was more like an animal's claw.

But at this moment, Zhao Ke didn't have time to ponder whether it was a braised... no, a human hand, or a claw.

He quickly leaned backward, squatting to dodge the old lady's right hand.

At the same time, his other hand flicked the handle of the knife. The small fruit knife quickly flipped over in Zhao Ke's fingertips, gripped in his palm with the blade facing up, aiming towards the old lady's hand that grabbed his wrist.

"Chirp!"

The sensation of the blade piercing through flesh and skin made Zhao Ke squint. Without needing to look up, just by the sound and sensation transmitted by the blade, Zhao Ke knew that this cut had at least severed the tendons in the old lady's left hand.

"Ah!"

The old lady screamed, a painful expression appearing on her wrinkled face. She exposed sharp fangs as she gritted her teeth, her other hand slapping towards Zhao Ke's back.

"Whoosh..."

This slap came with a deep and heavy wind sound, coming urgently and swiftly. Zhao Ke couldn't even dodge in time. "Tear~" In an instant, Zhao Ke felt a cold sensation on his back. Immediately, a fiery sensation of tearing came over him, making Zhao Ke involuntarily gasp for cold air, the pain making him grimace.

"Get away!"

At this moment, Qi Liang, this young man with a height of 1.8 meters, finally played some role. He grabbed a stool nearby and smashed it on the old lady's head from behind.

With a "crack..." sound, the stool, which seemed to have been around for quite some time, shattered into pieces in front of Qi Liang.

Even if it were a younger person, they would suffer from at least a concussion after being hit by such a stool. However, the old lady only staggered after being hit by Qi Liang, her one eye glaring fiercely at Qi Liang, her hand reaching out to grab him.

However, due to her age, after being hit by Qi Liang with a stool on the back of her head, the old lady's single eye rolled back in a daze, feeling as if she were about to faint. Instead of grabbing Qi Liang, she almost fell herself.

"An opportunity!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's eyes narrowed, ignoring the fiery pain on his back. He picked up the axe and prepared to chop off the thick and hairy claws of the old lady. Only after chopping off the old lady's left paw did he slowly lift his head, looking at Qi Liang with a fake smile on his thin face: "What am I doing? Of course, I'm roasting bear paws!"