The Thirteenth Game: Cangling Village 19

When the dishes were being served, the village was already pitch black, and the sounds of insects and birds had completely vanished.

The flickering lights stretched the shadows on the ground, and the villager serving the food set down a large bowl of meat dishes, followed by a tofu soup floating with vegetable leaves.

Wen Nannan couldn't smell the food; all she could detect was a faint scent of burning incense, seemingly coming from behind the door of the old house ahead.

She had eaten at banquets before, but never one this eerie. Several bowls of food were brought out, none of them releasing any steam, all cold, and they looked particularly unappetizing. Finally, there was meat soaked in blood.

Ji Ting and the villagers were eating heartily, as if the food were some sort of delicacy.

What kind of ghostly banquet is this? Wen Nannan thought.