C13 Last Dinner(12)

The girl with the bangs had bloodshot eyes and a line of saliva from her mouth, sliding down her chin into her clothes, her hands clutching the thighs of the man next to her.

That was her good friend from the past. When she saw it, it became a feast of color, fragrance, and taste, tempting her empty stomach.

Everyone was hungry. Although they no longer wanted to pounce on the things on the table, a fierce hunger swept over like a gale.

The side effects of the juice began, but this time it had nothing to do with food. What they desired more was the liquid. Their saliva quietly faded away, and their throats began to dry and itch.

Chung Jingchen pinched his throat and coughed dryly. He wanted to suppress the itch, but it was useless. The more he wanted to suppress it, the more intense it became.

Because they had drunk the juice twice, Wai Heng and Chung Jingchen's thirst was the strongest. It was as if smoke and fire would emerge from their throats in the next moment.

At first, someone secretly cast their eyes on Wai Heng. There was still blood that hadn't fully condensed yet. The unusual sense of smell made everyone restless.

Chung Jingchen pulled Wai Heng to his side. When he looked at the castle master from the corner of his eye, he found that both of them were missing. It was as if they had evaporated into thin air, leaving behind a group of humans who were about to turn into wild wolves.

Killing each other was undoubtedly the most terrifying word in a difficult situation.

The smell of blood seemed to have been magnified countless times by a magnifying glass. It spread to every corner of the restaurant. The candle flame danced happily, and its swaying figure seemed to be cheering for the upcoming revelry.

Chung Jingchen wanted to get rid of these burdens that had lost their rationality, but he opened his mouth but could not even make a sound. He was even more mute than a mute. The remaining moisture in his mouth quickly disappeared as he opened his mouth for a short while.

He looked at Wai Heng, and his line of sight was exactly the same as Wai Heng's neck. The green veins were like drugs, and Chung Jingchen could even imagine the flow of large amounts of blood in his mind.

"Gululu Gululu."

Wai Heng held his stomach and grabbed Chung Jingchen's wrist. "I said run together."

Chung Jingchen felt the warmth of the blood on his wrist. He pinched himself and tried to get rid of his trance. He nodded firmly.

Wai Heng arched his back and bent his knees slightly. He looked at the stairs leading to the room.

He was ready to run, but he could not make a sound. He simply lifted Chung Jingchen up and ran up the stairs.

It was these few seconds of delay. The hungry people all rushed up in unison. Their legs were no longer their only walking tool. They were like a pack of wolves running at night, enjoying the food in front of them.

Chung Jingchen deeply felt that this kind of escape was ten thousand times more exciting than eating a king's meal. He became a little excited.

Running on all four limbs was faster than running on two legs. Soon, Wai Heng's white coat was torn into pieces.

Chung Jingchen was not much better. Because his hair was a little long, it was easy for him to be caught. He could only bear the pain and let the hand that crawled over tear off a few strands of hair.

However, the number of times he was touched became more and more concentrated. If he continued running like this, it was almost certain that he would be sucked dry halfway down the corridor.

Wai Heng let go of Chung Jingchen's hand. He propped himself up on the handrail of the stairs and jumped up. He directly crossed dozens of stairs to the next level.

Those who had become primitive couldn't do this.

Chung Jingchen also wanted to imitate, but he could not believe it. He wanted to put his hand on the ground instead of using it to support the stairs.