Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 192 - 159 Human Stomach 2

Chapter 192: Chapter 159 Human Stomach 2

"So that’s how it works..." Lv Mingkun finally understood. A single thread could tighten a small patch of skin. If enough threads were used, the entire pouch of loose skin on the belly could be pulled tight, becoming smooth and delicate.

"Got it now, huh?" Zhou Xuan chuckled as he loosened the thread.

Cosmetic skin-tightening surgery, something worth knowing.

"Junior Brother, you’re just too clever!?" Lv Mingkun mimicked the thread-pulling technique and exclaimed in praise.

Of course, clever—In the past life, cosmetic surgery was a massive industry filled with tens of thousands of brilliant minds.

"Get to work."

Zhou Xuan taught Lv Mingkun and then began working on tattoos with the Flower-picking Handprint.

After working on several tattoos consecutively, Zhou Xuan had become highly proficient. He could now tattoo effortlessly while chatting with Lv Mingkun at the same time.

"Junior Brother, do you think that client might have suffered some similar tricks from the Evil God?"

"Seems possible. Followers of the Evil God always die in bizarre ways, but this client’s eating habits are just so strange."

Eating stones, chewing on wooden doors... If it were the Evil God’s handiwork, wouldn’t they first be munching on a live person or something?

"But who knows? We don’t really understand the Evil God’s preferences."

Zhou Xuan added.

At that moment, a faint slurping sound of noodles came from the outer hall.

Slurp, slurp!

"Who’s slurping noodles?"

Zhou Xuan put down the Bone Teeth and headed to the outer hall. It turned out to be more than one person. Little Fuzi and Si Ming were sitting at the entrance slurping soup noodles, while Yun Ziliang sat at the counter with three sugar cakes on the cabinet, eating voraciously.

It wasn’t even mealtime yet, but all three of them were absolutely famished?

"Little Fuzi, weren’t you rolling an iron hoop with Mu Hua?"

"Oh, Mu Hua got hungry, pointed at his belly, and went back to his shop to eat."

Mu Hua was hungry too?!

Zhou Xuan quickly walked over to the screen. Squatting down to take a closer look, he saw that the "Human Stomach" cut from the guest’s belly was wriggling slowly.

Its movement rhythm eerily matched the slurping pace of Little Fuzi, Si Ming, and Yun Ziliang.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Zhou Xuan waved at Yun Ziliang, saying, "Lao Yun, stop eating and come take a look at this."

...

"No idea... If what you’re saying is true, this person was likely an Evil God believer while alive. But when Evil God believers die, they die just like normal people do. Why has this person been so restless after death?"

Yun Ziliang decided to try a hands-on demonstration and called out to Si Ming, "Mr. Si, come here, poke this Human Stomach for me!"

"Why me?"

"Out of everyone here, your Incense Fire Level is the highest, of course it should be you."

"Since when does poking it require an Incense Fire Level?"

"What if it bites someone?" Yun Ziliang crossed his arms and argued confidently.

"..." Si Ming.

Si Ming muttered, "Doesn’t matter how high my Incense Fire Level is; getting bitten still hurts!"

Despite the protest, Si Ming boldly reached out and poked the "Human Stomach."

A peculiar sensation—sticky yet feeling like bugs crawling over his finger—utterly nauseated Si Ming.

But even with such disgust, Si Ming was reluctant to move his finger away.

"What does it feel like?"

Yun Ziliang asked Si Ming.

"Hungry! Very hungry, so incredibly hungry, I feel like eating..."

"People?" Yun Ziliang’s face turned a shade paler, and he instinctively took a step back.

"I feel like eating steamed bear paws, glutinous rice dumplings, stuffed eight-treasure duck, roasted duck..." Si Ming rattled off dish after dish.

Well, another one auditioning for a comedy skit!

"Other than hunger, do you feel anything else?" Zhou Xuan asked Si Ming.

"Hmm... the hunger feels very peculiar." Si Ming reflected carefully.

"I don’t understand."

Zhou Xuan found Si Ming’s words abstract. Hunger was just hunger, wasn’t it? How could it feel strange?

Si Ming gestured with his left hand while his right hand refused to leave the Human Stomach. Zhou Xuan noticed and lightly nudged Si Ming’s fingers away from it.

That nudge revealed a resistance in Si Ming’s fingers, not from Si Ming himself but seemingly from the "Human Stomach’s" own intent.

Thankfully, the fingers were nudged away successfully. For safety’s sake, Zhou Xuan decided not to touch the Human Stomach either.

Si Ming then explained, "Hunger is an especially unbearable feeling that can drive someone to madness, make them irritable, obsess solely on ways to fill their stomach..."

Hunger is naturally unbearable,

Otherwise, why else would starving disaster victims eat bark or inedible Guanyin soil?

"But the hunger from this Human Stomach doesn’t feel painful. It’s an exquisite sensation... Sort of like... like..."

"Like what?" Everyone asked in unison.

"Like when I successfully became the Hall Master of the "Divine Stealer" Tangkou. Spring breeze at my back, galloping like victory."

Power is the ultimate drug for happiness. No ordinary joy can rival the thrill of ascending to the pinnacle of authority.

The "Divine Stealer" Tangkou of Mingjiang Prefecture is a Great Hall. In Jing Country, where divine authority surpasses secular power, being the holder of power for such a region brings an indescribable sense of euphoria.

Si Ming’s analogy of the "hunger" from touching the Human Stomach to the triumph of becoming Hall Master firmly underscored how intoxicating and genuinely pleasurable this hunger sensation was for him.

But what was the source of this bizarre pleasure?

Si Ming added another thought: "Hunger emptying my stomach gives me an illusion—the illusion that I could consume anything!"

The statement sounded normal, but upon careful reflection, "anything" likely included many taboo and unthinkable things!

This sent a chill down Zhou Xuan’s spine.

"Fifth Senior Brother, hold off on the cleaning ceremony for now. Little Fuzi, bring the cleaning ceremony booklet here."

Before conducting a cleaning ceremony, a contract needed to be signed—one copy for the shop, and one for the client. The shop kept all signed contracts bound in a booklet to avoid future disputes.