And so...
My time to die is near...
Buckets of blood, splashed from my enemies, created an ocean. I must now cross this sea in a small boat made of their bones.
Their skins are my sails...
Their final breaths fill the sails...
I shall gaze upon this ocean and tell my story, for I shall eventually receive pity and forgiveness.
I await the order for my execution, I expect nothing—until I lose this life.
…………
A monologue abruptly appeared in Feng Bujue and Si Yu’s ears. When these words appeared, all other sounds disappeared. They both noticed something on each other's faces, knowing that the other had heard the same thing.
When the monologue finished, the surroundings returned to their noisy and chaotic state. The ghouls recklessly charged the doors, and some had already broken through the windows.
Although he didn't understand what had just happened, there was no time to stand still and think. Feng Bujue helped Si Yu up, grabbed the lantern, and led her quickly toward the kitchen.
As they approached the counter separating the kitchen from the dining hall, the lights in the kitchen suddenly turned on. A tall, dark figure was standing behind the counter, staring at them.
The monster’s body was humanoid, but it had a pig's head. Its exposed muscles were all pink, and it wore a white tank top and army pants. It had a protruding belly, and the bulging muscles on its arms looked as hard as rocks. This figure gave the impression that the Second Brother Zhu had finally succeeded in his fitness goals, but for the moment, it didn’t seem to have a Nine-Toothed Rake nearby...
Feng Bujue and Si Yu were separated from the monster only by a counter. An indescribable sense of oppression suddenly struck, and they could clearly feel that the terrifying aura emanating from this monster was much stronger than all the surrounding ghouls combined. Just standing face to face like this, the invisible deterrent force was enough to make them unable to move.
"Hello, I'm Oink," it actually said, greeting them.
At this time, a large number of ghouls had successfully poured into the dining hall, overturning tables, crawling across the floor, and closing in on Feng Bujue and Si Yu.
Oink tilted its pig head and said to the two players behind them, in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Get out of my territory, now!" It emphasized the last two words.
The ghouls actually stopped moving after hearing these words. They could only look reluctantly at the two prey that were already within their reach, and then left dejectedly.
"Go sit there." After the ghouls retreated, Oink pointed to the table closest to the counter, signaling Feng Bujue and Si Yu to sit there.
The two exchanged glances and reached a tacit agreement, coming to the table, placing the lantern on it, and sitting down face to face.
Undoubtedly, the fifth mission in the nursery rhyme had begun. What was gratifying was that the related plot of this pig-headed uncle didn't seem to require a combat approach to solve. Because judging from its murderous aura... even if both players were at full health, fighting it would be a certain death.
After Feng Bujue and Si Yu were seated, Oink began to get busy. It took some things out of the refrigerator, then went to the cooking counter and began to wash and chop...
Suddenly standing up and walking around might have unpleasant consequences, and Feng Bujue didn't want to take that risk, so he just craned his neck to look inside. But the cooking counter was close to the wall at the other end of the kitchen, and Oink's mountain-of-meat physique completely blocked Feng Bujue's view.
Judging from the sound... Oink should have taken two large pieces of meat from the freezer, removed the skin, chopped them into several pieces, and thrown them, bones and all, into two pots of water.
As someone who often cooks, in this quiet environment, listening to the sounds and smelling the aromas, one could roughly know what the other person was doing.
Feng Bujue was skilled at humans cooking pigs, and today it seemed that the process of pigs cooking humans was about the same...
However, Feng Bujue had no experience in cooking human meat, let alone knowing what that kind of broth smelled like. Assuming that the two pieces of meat Oink was cooking, one was its own kind, and the other was Feng Bujue's kind, then... to distinguish "which bowl of human meat, which bowl of soup" in the nursery rhyme, he probably had to "taste it."
Oink was really meticulous, cooking with great care. Carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, garlic, red wine, cream, bay leaves, various spices, and so on... Leaving aside his knife skills, he put in everything that should be put in, and the aroma wafting out indicated that these two pots of soup were good in terms of seasoning.
Feng Bujue and Si Yu had no intention of getting up and running away. They both knew that it wouldn't work. Even if Oink didn't stop them, the ghosts wouldn't let them go once they were outside. It was better to use the valuable time to rest.
The two pots of soup simmered for a full hour, during which Oink was constantly busy, adding seasonings and adjusting the heat from time to time, as if he had completely forgotten the existence of the two players.
This was good for Si Yu's injuries. After a long period of rest, judging from the menu, the [Bleeding] status had finally disappeared. She no longer needed to keep her hand pressed on the wound, but her Survival Points were still low, only returning to about 20%.
Unlike Stamina Points, a player's Survival Points recovered very slowly, with the recovery speed being only about one-tenth of Stamina Points. Passive skills, potions, and healing could all come in handy at this time, but these two had none of them, and knew none of them.
Silence and quiet are the breeding grounds for thought. Feng Bujue had been thinking about things during this time. He re-organized all the information he had obtained after entering the script, analyzing the current situation and the meaning of the last line of the nursery rhyme...
Feng Bujue had heard the name Oink before, but he couldn't remember when or where he had heard or seen it. He searched the attic of his brain for more than half an hour before finally unearthing that fragment of memory.
The Butcher of Paradise, Oink.
Feng Bujue gradually recalled that the monologue he had heard earlier was Oink's last words before being executed.
It was originally a short comic, telling a dark and heavy story, which, in terms of content, was far more profound than this script. It was estimated that the Oink in front of him had little to do with the protagonist in the story, except for the same name and appearance.
Perhaps the system wanted to satirize something with this monster? Feng Bujue couldn't help but think that Oink, a mixed lifeform who used to send his own kind to the slaughterhouse every day, was now finally cooking the humans who created him and enslaved him. Wouldn't that be a gratifying act?
A rustling sound brought Feng Bujue's thoughts back. He looked in the direction of the sound and found that Oink had turned off the heat and was serving soup into two bowls.