Chapter Thirty-Nine: Carnivore (Part Eleven) — The Clue
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Zhao Feng tore off a corner of his own shirt and wrapped the wound on his arm. Perhaps due to the dungeon’s mechanics, the sharp pain quickly subsided the moment he finished dressing the wound, dulling to the mere sting of a scraped knee from a fall. This was barely good news. With four days left before the dungeon ended, enduring the agony of flesh being cut away constantly would be utterly despairing.
Zhao Feng headed again to the courtyard’s corner, handing the freshly severed piece of meat to Axi, who was busily gnawing on his own fingers. Axi took the meat and stuffed it into his pocket, baring a shark-like row of tiny teeth as he chuckled softly.
The fearsome-looking boy tilted his head and spoke in a crisp, innocent voice, “Thank you, big brother. Let me tell you a story.” Zhao Feng’s eyes brightened, unable to hide his joy. No wonder the damned ghost child couldn’t be killed—it was an NPC providing clues.
The prelude had hinted that the truth was hidden in the villagers’ words, and speaking the truth could ward off their attacks. In other words, verbal clues were like talismans that could save one’s life in critical moments. Trading a piece of his own flesh for such a talisman wasn’t a loss, nor a gain.
Zis stood silently nearby, a subtle smile curving at the corner of his lips. Indeed, trading Zhao Feng’s flesh for a clue was not just fair—it was a great profit.
Clearing his throat, Axi began reciting in a sing-song tone:
“Sister and brother went to grandma’s home,
Children’s flesh tender, bones crisp as bone,
Grandma’s mouth waters with a greedy moan.”
“At night, brother heard a crack and snap,
Asked grandma what was in her lap,
Grandma said it was dried broad beans wrapped.”
“The next day sister was nowhere to be found,
Brother searched all over the ground,
By the wall lay scattered bones unbound.”
After finishing, he giggled and hopped away, leaving Zhao Feng standing there, stunned. Looking around, Zhao Feng saw Zis holding a tape recorder nearby, his expression inscrutable. Instinctively, he asked, “Brother Chang, what does this story have to do with our dungeon?”
“I don’t know,” Zis replied, shaking his head slightly. “But I guess maybe Axi once had a sister who died in the famine, eaten by Granny Su, perhaps.”
Axi’s story was ordinary at first glance, just a grim tale extending the theme of “eating”—a horror story related to consumption. Zis had heard another version called “The White-Clothed Granny.” It told of a ghostly creature disguised as a grandmother who would sleep beside her grandchildren and secretly devour them.
Zis felt little fear from this story now; what lingered most was the memory of the cousin who told it to him. The flamboyantly dressed girl loved to poke his eyes with her bright red nails and curse at him viciously: “Jinxed star, debt collector, why haven’t you been dragged off by the White-Clothed Granny yet?”
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