I Make Games To Restore Chinese Civilization

Footsteps came from the side.

The two turned their angles of view and found a figure slowly approaching.

This is a man in a Tang suit.

He was very thin, with sunken cheeks.

Although he has a gentle smile on his face, his slender eyes and a small beard around his mouth always make people feel nervous.

After approaching, he bowed his hands, and although the smile on his face was enthusiastic, it was always somewhat false.

"There is a long way to go, the guest has worked hard all the way."

"My humble servant is the housekeeper of the house, you guys look at your faces, where are you from?"

The game's dialogue opens.

"We were passing by, lost our way and bumped into here by mistake."

"Sorry to bother you, but in your house, has anyone seen a weasel with a cloth bag in its mouth?"

Fatty Wang added: "It still has a pinch of white hair on top of its head."

The housekeeper's face suddenly changed, and he was full of smiles just now, but the words turned gloomy.

The smile on the corner of his mouth also became darker.

"What weasel, I didn't see it!"

"Today is my master's birthday, and he just wants to ask a Feng Shui master for help.

"I don't know how many of you know Feng Shui, if not, please go back, don't disturb the interest of our guests."

"Feng Shui?"

Tuanzi's eyes lit up: "Master, you go!"

The old horse also puffed up his chest.

He activated his skill decisively, and after using it, he sent a conversation.

"The Huang Mansion is long and square, with its back leaning against the mountains!"

"The admiration is for the rich, and it is difficult for the ordinary people to be poor. Although it is underground, it is also built on the door of life, and the house is prosperous and endless.

After listening to the old horse's words, the housekeeper immediately showed a flattering smile on his gloomy face.

He yelled excitedly.

"I didn't expect you to be a master of Fengshui, please invite some distinguished guests inside!"

He graciously led a few people inside.

Just after taking two steps, the voice next to him suddenly became noisy.

It is the voice of singing and applauding.

Several people stepped into the hall of the house.

It was very lively here, with more than a dozen tables of banquets.

Every table is full of people.

It's just that these people didn't have any surprises at all about the sudden visits, and didn't even glance at them.

They just stared at the stage closely, admiring the performances of the opera actors, applauding from time to time.

The servants shuttled back and forth with their trays, looking very busy, but with a somewhat mechanical feel.

The originally lively and festive scene always reveals an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

The butler led them to an empty table and seated them.

"Everyone."

The butler was all smiles.

"Today is a whole chicken feast, please bear with me if it doesn't suit your taste... Our master loves chicken!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped a servant to give instructions.

"Go and see if there is a weasel with white hair on its head. If you see it, catch it and bring it here."

The servant hurriedly walked away in response, and the housekeeper pulled a deliberate flattering smile on his face.

"Several eat first and I will go to work."

Tuanzi watched the butler walk away, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Don't (daai) know what's going on, she always thinks this butler is so scary.

"Master, how scary does he look!"

"Aren't we here to rob graves, what should we do next?"

The old horse shook his head, and he also panicked.

But in front of his apprentice, he still froze.

"It's okay, just wait and see."

Swallow was also very scared, and she stuck to Uncle Zhao's side tightly.

The servants began to serve the dishes, and many of them came over one by one with their things.

A tumbling hot pot was placed in the middle of the table.

Plates of different chickens were put on the table, chicken legs, chicken wings, chicken breast...

In the end, it turned out to be a plate of chicken heads.

The chicken seemed to have been blanched and plucked, and served undercooked!

Especially that plate of chicken heads is extraordinarily oozing.

Pointy mouth, open round eyes.

The group cried out.

"What's all this!"

"Scared to death!"

She quickly shrank behind the old horse.

Seeing this plate of chicken heads come out, the barrage broke through.

"Fucking!"

"I, Nima, was almost sent away.

"How did you come up with it?"

"I thought that Xinhuo was merciful this time and didn't do such hellish things, but I didn't expect that I was naive.

"Those who love chicken and those who don't are silent!"

"It's disgusting too, scarier than a haunted house."

"These people are definitely not normal. How can normal people eat these things? These guests are also very strange.

The old horse was so stimulated by the chicken head that he immediately closed his eyes, he didn't dare to look at it at all.

He looked away and turned to the other guests.

At this time, he realized...the guests around seemed to be stranger than this plate of chicken heads.

At first he thought that these guests were just attracted by singing on stage, so he was so serious.

But after he observed carefully, he realized that each of them was like a puppet!

The smiles on their faces remained unchanged, and they clapped mechanically, as if everyone was programmed to do only one action!

Even when the servants around served the dishes and poured tea, they would not move their eyes. .