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Chapter 399: Chapter 309: Tricky Silk – I Still Have an Ultimate Move (Please Subscribe, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Seeing this scene, Pan Ya, who usually loved cleanliness, couldn’t resist the sudden nauseating feeling. As Meng Yongshou buried his head into the toilet and guzzled with great gulps, she immediately threw up following him.

After vomiting, Meng Yongshou also slightly raised his head, hands supporting the edge of the toilet, and looked toward Pan Ya, who was nearly dead from disgust, blurting out a sentence.

“So… thirsty.”

Pan Ya glanced inside the toilet, only to discover that there was no liquid to be seen anymore, causing her stomach to churn once again.

She turned around and ran to the bathroom door, yanked it open, and dashed out.

…

The sound of tearing rang out in an instant, almost scaring Meng Yongshou out of his wits.

In reality, he had averted his gaze prematurely and hadn’t seen the scene where Pan Ya in front of the vanity was pulling out some of her hair.

Faintly, he just felt that Pan Ya was holding a comb, and on the comb hung a chunk with hair, slowly turning around to face him.

“My hair… seems to be gone.” Pan Ya spoke, her voice eerily calm.

Meng Yongshou looked up slightly and only glanced at the comb in her dangling right hand, which indeed had a chunk stuck to it.

“Ah——”

Meng Yongshou almost fell apart, trembling all over, he turned and rushed to the bathroom door, yanking it open and bolting out like mad.

…

Watching his parents successively enter the bathroom, Meng Hang sat leaning against the headboard, took out his phone, and began to scroll through recent news about strangenesses.

The past him had never paid much attention to these matters; as long as strangenesses didn’t seek him out, what mattered most to him was fun, nothing else was important.

But things were different now, if people at home remained so bizarre, he was considering whether to move in with a friend for a few days.

At least he could wait until the exorcist he had reported came to deal with the situation before returning home.

After some thought, Meng Hang opened his phone contacts, ready to call a friend, when he heard his sister Meng Tingting who was sitting on the other side of the bed eating something say, “These stir-fried rice noodles are really fragrant, where did you buy them from?”

Meng Hang shook his head, “It wasn’t me who bought them, it was… it was Dad who just ordered them, but he won’t admit it.”

Meng Tingting nodded her head and didn’t mind these details, but just kept praising, “Not only are the rice noodles delicious, but the chicken leg meat is also tender and fragrant.”

Meng Hang didn’t respond and prepared to continue dialing his friend’s number.

As he lowered his head, he heard Meng Tingting say again, “Not only is the chicken leg meat fragrant, but the chicken bones are also delicious.”

With that, a crunching sound of teeth breaking chicken bones echoed.

Meng Hang was startled for a moment and looked up to see Meng Tingting had already finished the meat on the chicken leg and was now chewing the chicken leg bone directly in her mouth; the crunch was the sound of the bones breaking.

Meng Hang didn’t know what exactly had broken, but at this moment Meng Tingting continued chewing, with Blood Thread trickling down the corners of her mouth, yet without any awareness, she kept munching heartily.

If Meng Hang were to gnaw on a chicken leg, he would definitely not choose to eat the bone as well. The chicken leg seemed to be braised, not fried, and even then, the bones of fried chicken wouldn’t be broken so easily.

“Delicious.” Meng Tingting mumbled while still biting on the bones, nodding her head.

“Sis, what are you doing? Spit it out, your mouth is bleeding!” Meng Hang cried out in horror.

Meng Tingting seemed not to hear his words, not only did she not spit out the chewed bones, but she also stuffed the remaining half of the chicken leg bone entirely into her mouth.

Crunch!

Meng Hang shivered all over, seeing Meng Tingting’s left cheek suddenly bulge out, as something inside pushed against it, and then there was a spluttering sound as the chicken bone protruded.

This sight terrified Meng Hang so much that his blood ran cold. He cried out loudly, stood up, and his phone even fell to the floor in fright.

“Delicious.” Meng Tingting said indistinctly, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

Meng Hang’s mind went blank, all he wanted was to flee from this place.

He took a step forward, realizing that Meng Tingting’s position was closest to the bedroom door, and he didn’t dare to pass by.

At that moment, a scream came from the bathroom in the bedroom, indistinguishable from whom it came, but Meng Tingting was distracted by the scream and turned to look.

Meng Hang quickly bent down and dove under the bed, his movements swift and forceful; the scene in front of him had maximized his will to survive.

Meng Tingting heard the commotion and slowly turned her head back.

By then, Meng Hang was already lying under the bed, and he suddenly noticed his fallen phone was not far from him, lying beside the leg of the bed. He immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed the phone.

As Meng Tingting turned her head, the hand that seized the phone quickly retracted back under the bed just before her gaze landed there.

“Huh, little brother?” Meng Tingting saw nothing.

She looked gently around and did not see Meng Hang’s figure.

In just that moment, did her little brother disappear?

“Little brother, where are you?” Meng Tingting asked aloud.

But still, she chewed on the protruded chicken bone as she walked towards the spot where Meng Hang had just stood.

Meng Hang lay under the bed, and dared not even breathe, moving his body gently backward, so that he might get a bit farther from Meng Tingting.

But he didn’t dare move his body too far back, or else his feet would stick out from the other side of the bed, which would also give him away.

In his line of sight, Meng Tingting’s feet in a pair of cute little bear slippers slowly moved to the spot where he had been standing.

During this process, fresh blood dripped from above, falling one by one onto the carpet, dropping onto Meng Tingting’s moving slippers.

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