The host and hostess, and two children.

At this moment, the male host was holding a knife, dripping with blood.

On the plate on the table, there are 6 palms!

Three big, three small!

A sitting family with missing arms.

Only the male owner had one hand left to hold the knife, so only one of his palms was broken off.

The stiff-looking man was holding a small palm in his mouth and chewing on it!

"How does it taste? Do you still like it? Sir!" the male host said, and kept scratching himself and his family members with the knife, making bursts of sharp sounds...

After a while, the stiff-looking man walked out of the house. The lights dimmed behind him, and the decadent aura shrank in like a curtain, shrinking into his back.

He looked away and licked it, "That's the real delicacy!"

After saying that, he walked over step by step.
Chapter completed!