815. What is Lu Ban eating tonight?

Lu Ban looked at the plate.

A roast chicken—with several legs.

That wasn't all.

Those roast suckling pigs had multiple eyes as well.

The fish fins had sprouted numerous tentacles; had they not been solidified, they probably would be writhing ceaselessly, attempting to seize other things.

The vegetables also exhibited an eerie appearance, akin to sprouting from the viscera of animals.

"Ugh—"

Zhang Zheng immediately vomited out what he had just eaten. On the deck, the vomit showed a deep purple color, seemingly still trembling slightly.

"Are you guys okay?"

Zhang Zheng looked at the three people and asked in surprise.

"It's not a big problem."

Lu Ban felt something rubbing against his teeth. Assuming it was bits of meat, he reached in to touch, but pulled out a slippery, dark tentacle that kept writhing. Touching Lu Ban's skin, the smooth surface of the tentacle suddenly turned rough, forming sharp teeth that bit into Lu Ban's skin, drawing the flesh and blood beneath.