My Iyashikei Game Chapter 51: The Relatively Normal Neighbour

Han Fei had thought deep and hard before making the decision to enter Room 1052. He had stayed in the game for 3 hours already and had completed the hidden quest so he could log out anytime he wanted. Furthermore, Meng Si once told Han Fei that the tenant of Room 1052 was not a malicious person, she had even once rescued Chen Chen who wandered carelessly upstairs.

Despite the ghoulish expression on the woman’s face and her strange definition for the word ‘pet’, Han Fei still believed she could end up being a good neighbour. His reasoning was simple, she had saved his life by killing the faceless ghost who attempted to kill him earlier.

Blood. Blood on her clothes, the knife, the decapitated head, the lips, that was the first impression Han Fei had of the woman.

As the door to Room 1052 opened, a hard-to-describe fragrance drifted out. Room 1052 was connected to Room 1051, but the smell that emitted from them was like heaven and hell. The dim lighting captured the woman’s arresting, if sickly beauty. Her blood red jacket shone like a ruby. After Han Fei entered the room, she closed the door. As the door clicked shut, Han Fei’s heart raced. He looked around and the room was more bizarre than he anticipated. A large dining table was placed in the middle of the living room. Exquisite china sat on top of it. Delicious ‘dishes’ were served on every single plate. If that was all, Han Fei would not be so afraid but the problem was, none of the ‘dishes’ which gave off the delectable fragrance would be considered normal human food.

‘Mannequins? Pictures? Hair?’ Different kinds of ‘food’ comprised the feast. Just looking at them, Han Fei was discomfited. His body took an involuntary step back and he brushed against a gripping chill. When he turned back, a pale hand landed on his shoulder. The fingers devoid of temperature caressed his neck softly.

“What is your favorite food?” The woman whispered into Han Fei’s ears. Somehow, her words took on a strange scent, a perfume that triggered the horror within Han Fei.

“I don’t have

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