Chapter 80

“And that’s how…

“… my death will come…

“Blood gushing out from my enemies can fill the barrels and create a sea. I will use their bones to make a boat, and I will sail across this sea.

“My sails are their skins…

“The wind blowing through my sails is their last breath…

“I will behold this sea and tell my old tales since I’ve finally found mercy and sympathy.

“I’m waiting for my death sentence. I won’t expect anything until my life is taken.”

A monologue suddenly played in Feng Bujue’s and Like Rain’s ears. By the time it appeared until it completely vanished, both of them could see that something had changed in their friend’s face as they knew the other had been listening to the same contents.

After this monologue, the chaotic noises around them had recovered as the ghosts were hitting and banging on the main door, while the others had already broken the windows to get into the canteen.

Although they weren’t sure what had just happened, they didn’t have time to muse still at their spots. Feng Bujue lifted Like Rain up, picked the portable lamps and quickly led her to the kitchen.

When they approached the counter which separated the kitchen and the canteen, the lights in the kitchen suddenly switched on. A sturdy figure stood behind the counter in front of them.

That monster had a human body with a pig head. The muscles exposed on his body were glowing with health. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of military trousers. Though he got a stick-out belly, each muscle on his arms looked as hard as stone. The appearance of this guy gave people a feeling that finally, Second Brother (1) had been successful with the gym. Anyway, this guy wasn’t holding anything like the Nine-toothed Rake…

There was only a counter between the duo and the monster. An indescribable pressure suddenly filled them as both of them felt that the intimidating aura that this monster had was much stronger than the ghosts out there. Just facing each other over a counter produced an invisible threat that was enough to confine them on the spot.

“Hello, hope you are well. I’m Oink,” the monster greeted them.

At this moment, numerous ghosts had flooded in the canteen, flying over the tables or crawling on the floor, approaching Feng Bujue and Like Rain.

Oink cocked its pig head towards the place behind their back and said with an indifferent tone, “Get off my place. Now!” He stressed the last word.

Having heard his words, the ghosts stopped their movements, reluctantly looked at the preys that were almost brought to their mouths, and left indignantly.

“Sit down.” After all the ghosts left, Oink pointed at the bench nearest the counter and signaled Feng Bujue and Like Rain to sit down.

The two of them exchanged looks and came to the table before sitting down opposite to each other.

No doubt the fifth task in the folksong had begun. Good for them that when confronting this pig-headed uncle of the plot, fighting seemed to be not needed. Just taking a look at his tremendously murderous aura, even if they were both in their best conditions, death was obviously the only result for them when fighting with him.

After Feng Bujue and Like Rain had sat down, Oink started to make himself busy. He took something from the fridge then returned to the counter and washed them.

If they got up and walked around here deliberately, it would bring bad results. Feng Bujue didn’t dare to take risk. Thus, he just craned his neck to observe. Oink’s body, which looked like a mountain of flesh, had blocked his view from the counter to the other wall of the kitchen.

From the noise, they could guess that Oink had taken two large pieces of meat from the fridge, cleaned them and chopped them into different smaller blocks of bones and meat, then poured them all into two boiling pots.

As a person who often cooked, in this quiet place, through hearing the sound and smelling the scent, Feng Bujue could guess what the monster was cooking.

Feng Bujue was familiar with seeing people cooking pork. But today, seeing a pig cooking human beings, it didn’t look much different.

However, Feng Bujue didn’t have any experience in cooking human flesh, nor had he ever tasted such kind of soup. Assuming that Oink was cooking two blocks of meat, one was his fellow, and the other one was Feng Bujue’s fellow, so they would have to ‘taste’ to figure out ‘which one is the human

flesh soup’ as the folksong had mentioned.

Indeed, Oink was experienced in cooking as the way he cooked was professional. Carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, garlic, red wine, butter, bay leaves, other ingredients, etc. Not to mention his knife technique, what he wanted to add was all already in the pots. From the good smell diffusing from the two pots, it wouldn’t be a bad dish since the seasoning was good.

Feng Bujue and Like Rain didn’t have the intention of running away since they both knew that it was impossible. Even if Oink didn’t stop them, once they got out of the canteen, the other ghosts would never let them go. It would be better to take the precious time to sit here and rest. The two pots of broth had been cooked for over one hour. During that time, Oink still kept himself occupied with adding seasoning and adjusting the heat as it seemed to forget the existence of the two players.

This was good for Like Rain’s wound. After a long time of resting, the ‘Bleeding’ status in her menu had finally disappeared. Now, she didn’t need to press her hand on the wound. However, her Survival Value was still very little. It had only increased to 20 points now.

It was different from the Stamina Value as a player’s Survival Value could be restored very slowly. The recovery speed was roughly 1/10 compared to that of the Stamina Value. Passive skills, medicines, and bandage would be useful at this moment; regrettably, these two didn’t have any or wanted to buy any of those items.

Silence and peace are good for thinking. During this time, Feng Bujue had been musing for something. He gathered the information he got after entering the scenario and analyzed the current situation and the meaning of the folksong’s last verse.

Oink, this name, Feng Bujue had heard before, but he couldn’t remember when or where he had seen this name. After half an hour of searching the buildings of storage in his brain, he finally got that piece of memory.

Heaven’s Butcher—Oink.

Feng Bujue gradually remembered that the monologue they had listened previously was Oink’s last words before he was executed.

Oink: Heaven’s Butcher [2] is a short manga telling a dark and heavy story. Talking about the contents, it is much deeper than this scenario. Feng Bujue guessed that this Oink in front of their eyes and the main character of that manga weren’t related.

Perhaps the system would like to use this monster to criticize something? Feng Bujue couldn’t help but to think about the peculiar Oink who had brought his fellows to the slaughterhouse everyday. And one day, it finally cooked the human being that had created him and enslaved him. Should it be his satisfaction, however…

Another chain of noises had brought Feng Bujue’s thought back to the current situation. He looked at the place and found that Oink had turned off the stove and he was pouring the soup into two bowls!!!

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(1) Zhu Bajie (Chinese: 豬八戒; pinyin: Zhū Bājiè), also named Zhu Wuneng, is one of the three helpers of Xuanzang and a major character of the novel Journey to the West. Zhu means “swine”, and Bajie means “eight precepts”. Buddhist scholars consider that both expressions are related to “Śīla pāramitā”. In many English versions of the story, Zhu Bajie is called “Pigsy” or “Pig”.

Zhu Bajie is a complex and developed character in the novel. He looks like a terrible monster, part human, and part pig, who often gets himself and his companions into trouble through his laziness, gluttony, and propensity for lusting after pretty women. His weapon is a Nine-toothed Rake.

(2) https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2297204.Oink