You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

Professor Chen's science popularization comments reappeared.

Please be patient. In some remote areas, there is indeed a tradition of serving special rice to those traveling far from home, called "passing rice."

This type of rice is usually made by steaming glutinous rice mixed with specific herbs, for two reasons.

[Firstly, to fill their stomachs; secondly, to suppress the yang energy in living people, so as not to disturb "unclean" things when passing through places with heavy yin energy.]

【but……】

Professor Chen's comments paused for a moment.

However, the oil on this bowl of rice is the wrong color. Normal herbal oil should be grass green or brown. This pale yellow... reminds me of something.

[Corpse oil.]

Two words instantly caused an uproar in the live stream.

[Corpse...corpse oil?!]

Ugh! Stop talking! I feel like throwing up my midnight snack from yesterday!

Sticky rice soaked in corpse oil?! Is this even fit for human consumption?! This old man is utterly wicked!

Sticky rice made with corpse oil.

Its function is no longer simply to "suppress yang energy".

Instead, it is the more insidious "erosion of yang energy".

If a living person eats this, their yang energy will rapidly decline, their spirit will weaken, their body will become extremely weak, and they will be more susceptible to invasion by yin energy, or even easily possessed by ghosts.

Liu Yedao stared at the bowl of rice outside the door, his gaze growing increasingly cold.

Sure enough, they wanted to turn her into "raw material" as well.

"Sir, it'll get cold if you don't eat it soon."

The hunchbacked old man's voice already carried a hint of impatience.

Clearly, the Lancet could no longer remain silent.

In this eerie inn, refusing the "services" offered by the owner might trigger some unknown rule-based killing.

She has to eat.

Or rather, you have to "pretend" to eat it.

The lancet slowly pulled open the bolt.

"Squeak—"

The door opened.

The hunchbacked old man's cloudy eyes met the cold gaze of the scalpel.

He handed over the ceramic bowl, a stiff grin spreading across his face, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Eat up, so you can get on your way."

This sentence has a double meaning.

Liu Yedao took the bowl expressionlessly.

The peculiar smell, a mixture of herbal fragrance and putrid odor, became even stronger.

The bowl felt warm to the touch, but that warmth carried an indescribable chill.

Without hesitation, she picked up the bowl and started "eating" right in front of the hunchbacked old man.

However, every time Liu Yedao brought the bowl to his mouth, he would use his wide sleeves as a cover to quickly and discreetly spit a small mouthful of rice into his sleeves.

Her movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest flaw.

To the hunchbacked old man, she was indeed wolfing down her food.

Holy crap! This streamer's acting is so good, she deserves an Oscar!

[Incredible move! I'm totally stunned!]

[That composure, that quick thinking—absolutely incredible!]

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the hunchbacked old man's cloudy eyes.

He seemed to enjoy watching living people eat the "delicacies" he had carefully prepared.

Soon, the bowl of rice was empty.

Liu Yedao handed the empty bowl back to the hunchbacked old man.

Thank you.

Her voice still betrayed no emotion.

The hunchbacked old man took the bowl, grinned, turned around, and slowly walked downstairs with his back still hunched.

Liu Ye Dao closed the door and immediately took out the "corpse oil glutinous rice" that had been wrapped in oiled paper in advance from his sleeve.

The rice was sticky and shiny with oil, and its strange aroma and putrid smell were nauseating.

She carefully put it away with her lancet.

Her intuition told her that this thing might have an unexpected use later.

After doing all this, she went to the window again, poked open the small hole, gently pushed the window open, and looked outside.

It was already broad daylight.

The thick fog in the mountains has mostly dissipated, and visibility has improved considerably.

Another group of corpse drivers arrived at the entrance of the inn, almost identical to the group we encountered on the mountain path yesterday.

A Taoist priest leading the way, and seven or eight hopping corpses.

The Taoist priest who led the way handed the "goods" to the hunchbacked old man. The two exchanged a few words in hushed tones, and then the Taoist priest turned and left.

The hunchbacked old man led the new group of "guests" back to the inn, and then settled the zombies one by one into the guest rooms on the first floor.

After placing the body in its place, the hunchbacked old man carried a wooden bucket out of the inn and went around to the back of the inn.

That backyard where he warned Lancet last night, "Don't go there."

Curiosity took hold, Lancet turned his gaze to the window in his room and examined its structure.

The wooden window frame was somewhat rotten, but still quite sturdy.

She didn't intend to use the door.

Liu Yedao tore off a few sturdy, dry straws from under the bed and twisted them into a simple rope.

Then open the window, tie one end of the rope to the bed leg, and throw the other end out the window.

The inn has only two floors and is not very tall.

This height is not a problem for the lancet.

She took a deep breath, flipped out of the window, grabbed the rope with both hands, braced her feet against the outer wall, and slid down to the ground as quietly as possible.

[Holy crap! What's the streamer up to? Is he jailbreaking?]

[Awesome! That's incredible efficiency! No wonder he's a forensic genius!]

[The backyard! She's going to the backyard! The big one is coming!]

The viewers in the live stream instantly became excited.

This is what players should be doing!

The more NPCs forbid players from doing something, the more players want to try it!

Liu Yedao landed smoothly, glanced up at the second floor to make sure the hunchbacked old man hadn't noticed him, then quickly lowered his body and, using the shadow of the corner of the wall, stealthily made his way towards the backyard.

The entrance to the backyard was just a simple wooden fence gate, slightly ajar.

A stronger stench of blood and decay than inside the inn wafted out from behind the door.

Without hesitation, Lancet gently pushed open the gate and slipped inside.

The sight before her caused even someone as accustomed to seeing corpses to have her pupils shrink sharply.

In the center of the courtyard, several rows of cured pork were being hung out to dry.

Strings and bunches of them swayed gently in the cold mountain wind.

However, it wasn't pork or beef.

Dried human hands and feet, a dissected chest cavity, and tangled intestines...

It was covered with green bottle flies, making a "buzzing" sound.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, the putrid smell of rotting corpses, and the distinctive grease of dried meat products, causing even Lancet to frown.

【vomit……】

I threw up, I really threw up...

[Is this...is this a human flesh slaughterhouse?! This is fucking inhuman!]

In the live stream, there was widespread lamentation, and countless viewers took off their helmets and rushed to the bathroom.

Mad Dragon also covered his mouth, his face ashen, his stomach churning.

This is so disgusting.

This has gone beyond the realm of horror, rising to the level of pure physical discomfort and ethical shock.

Only the lancet remained standing.

Her face was also a little pale, but her eyes still maintained the calmness and scrutiny unique to forensic doctors.

She was even analyzing it.

"The clean edges of the limb cuts indicate that a very sharp tool was used."

"The uneven drying process indicates that these 'materials' were processed in batches."

"Judging from the dehydration of the muscle tissue, the most recent batch was processed within three days."

Her professional analysis seemed particularly bizarre and terrifying at this moment.

[Please! Streamer, stop analyzing! My SAN value is about to drop to zero!]

Is this what forensic medicine is like? They can make a professional judgment after seeing something like this? I'm speechless...

Don't get me wrong, that's not how we forensic pathologists are!