Chapter 81

And so it is...

My time to die is near...

From the bodies of my enemies, rivers of blood have flowed, and now I must navigate this sea in a boat made from their bones.

My sail is their skin...

The wind that propels it is their final breath...

I will gaze upon this sea and tell my story, for in the end, I will receive mercy and forgiveness.

I await the order for my execution, expecting nothing until I lose this life.

A monologue abruptly reached the ears of Feng Jue and Si Yu. When these words appeared, all other sounds vanished, and both noticed something in each other's expressions, knowing that the other had heard the same thing.

When the monologue ended, the surroundings returned to chaos and noise, with ghosts wildly battering the door, and some already breaking through the windows.

Although they did not understand what had just happened, there was no time to stand there in a daze. Feng Jue helped Si Yu to her feet, picked up the lantern, and quickly led her toward the kitchen.

As they approached the counter separating the kitchen from the dining room, the lights in the kitchen suddenly turned on, and a tall, dark figure stood behind the counter, staring at the two of them.

The creature had a human body but a pig's head. Its exposed muscles were pink, and it wore a white vest and military pants, with a protruding belly and arms that looked as hard as stone. Its appearance gave the impression that it was the Second Master who had finally succeeded in fitness, but for now, it did not have a nine-toothed rake or anything like that...

Feng Jue and Si Yu were separated from the monster by only a counter, and an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly hit them. They could clearly feel the terrifying aura emanating from the monster, which was much stronger than that of all the ghosts outside. Just standing there face to face, the无形的威慑力 was enough to make them unable to move.

"Hello, I am Oink," it actually greeted them.

At that moment, a large number of ghosts had already successfully flooded into the dining room, climbing over tables and crawling across the floor, approaching Feng Jue and Si Yu.

Oink tilted its pig head and, in a not too high or low voice, said to the two players behind them, "Get out of my territory, now!" He emphasized the last two words.

The ghosts actually stopped their actions after these words, reluctantly glancing at the two prey that were almost within reach, then reluctantly left.

"Sit over there." After the ghosts retreated, Oink pointed to the table closest to the counter, indicating that Feng Jue and Si Yu should sit there.

The two exchanged a glance and reached an understanding, then went to the table, placed the lantern on it, and sat down facing each other.

There was no doubt that the fifth task in the ballad had begun. The good news was that it seemed the plot involving this pig-headed uncle did not require a fight to resolve. Given its aura of having killed countless people, even if the two players were at full strength, fighting it would mean certain death.

After Feng Jue and Si Yu sat down, Oink began to work. It took some things out of the refrigerator, then went to the cooking counter and started washing and cutting...

Rising to move around might have had adverse consequences, so Feng Jue did not want to take that risk. He just stretched his neck to look inside, but the cooking counter was close to the other end of the kitchen, and Oink's massive body completely blocked his view.

From the sounds, it seemed that Oink had taken out two large pieces of meat from the freezer, skinned them, chopped them into pieces, and threw them, bones and all, into two pots of water.

As someone who often cooks, in such a quiet environment, listening to the sounds and smelling the aromas, one can roughly guess what the other is doing.

Cooking pigs is something Feng Jue is familiar with, and today it seems that the process of cooking humans is not much different...

However, Feng Jue had no experience cooking human meat and did not know what such a meat broth would smell like. If the two pieces of meat Oink cooked were one from its kind and one from Feng Jue's kind, then to determine which bowl of meat and broth is which...

One would probably have to "taste" it to find out.

Oink was quite meticulous, cooking with precision. Carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, garlic, red wine, cream, bay leaves, and various spices—all the necessary ingredients were added, and the aroma indicated that both pots of soup were well-seasoned.

Feng Jue and Si Yu had no intention of getting up to run away. They were very clear that it would not work. Even if Oink did not stop them, the ghosts outside would not let them go. It was better to use this precious time to rest. The two pots of soup simmered for over an hour, during which Oink was constantly busy, adding ingredients and adjusting the heat, seemingly completely forgetting the presence of the two players.

This was good for Si Yu's injuries. After a long rest, the "bleeding" status on her menu finally disappeared, and she no longer needed to press her hand against the wound, but her health points were still low, only around 20.

Unlike stamina, a player's health points recover very slowly, at about one-tenth the speed of stamina. Passive skills, potions, and medical treatments could be useful at such times, but unfortunately, neither of them had any or knew how to use them.

Silence and quiet are the bed of thought. During this time, Feng Jue was constantly thinking, reorganizing all the information he had obtained since entering the script, analyzing the current situation and the meaning of the last line of the ballad...

The name Oink was familiar to Feng Jue, but he could not immediately recall when or where he had heard or seen it. After exploring his mind for over half an hour, he finally dug up that fragment of memory.

The Butcher of Heaven, Oink.

Feng Jue gradually recalled that the monologue he had heard earlier was Oink's final words before his execution.

It was a short comic that told a dark and heavy story, which was much deeper than this script. The Oink in front of him probably had little to do with the protagonist of the story, except for the name and appearance.

Perhaps the system was using this monster to satirize something? Feng Jue couldn't help but think that the hybrid creature Oink, who had sent its kind to the slaughterhouse every day, was now boiling the humans who had created and enslaved it. Was this not a satisfying act of justice...

A sound brought Feng Jue back to his senses. He followed the sound and saw that Oink had turned off the heat and was ladling soup into two bowls.