The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Soon, the door inside the house opened, and a man with a limp walked out. He glanced at everyone, then his eyes fell on the man's face: "Brother, these..."

"These are three siblings passing through here. Seeing the weather turning bad, they want to stay overnight." The man smiled, "You know, my home is small."

"Come in." The limping man nodded upon hearing this and then called out, "Erhua, we have guests, go tidy up the guest room."

A little girl of seven or eight quickly rushed out of the house, without saying a word, she dashed into the guest room. Soon she returned and nodded.

At this moment, the sound of distant thunder was faintly audible.

The man led them into the guest room: "The conditions at home are limited."

"We are already grateful that you let us stay to shelter from the rain." Du Yunpeng cupped his hands as a salute, "After all, my two sisters are weak, getting soaked isn't good."

"Rest peacefully." The limping man nodded and then turned to leave.

Soon, the previous woman also came over carrying a bamboo basket: "Our village is remote and has nothing much, but the village chief's family has cooked a bowl of meat, slaughtered a chicken, and there's also a few steamed buns, everyone just make do and eat a bit."

"Thank you, Auntie." Du Juan took out a silver ingot and handed it over, "It's already quite sumptuous."

"How could I accept this?" The woman spoke with a shy expression, but her hand stretched out, grasping the silver ingot, "Then you all rest, leave the bowls on the table afterwards, and I'll collect them tomorrow." After speaking, she withdrew merrily.

"Big..."

Yang Ruxin raised a hand to stop Du Juan from speaking, and instead smiled, "Let's eat. This meat smells quite nice. Come on, Xiaobai, have a piece of meat." But she sat there without moving.

Xiaobai cooperated with a whimper and even rolled his eyes.

The woman stood outside for a moment, after hearing the words from inside the house, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, then she nodded to the man standing at the main house door before finally turning to leave.

Inside the house, Yang Ruxin confirmed no one was outside, then picked up the chopsticks and held a piece of meat looking at it: "Can you tell what kind of meat this is?"

"Doesn't look like pork, nor beef or lamb." Du Juan frowned, she found it odd just now.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be... human meat." Yang Ruxin's face sank; she was definitely not mistaken. Earlier she put a piece into the space, the identification function showed it was human meat, specifically, from the buttocks of a seven or eight-year-old girl. Of course, several seasonings were added here, just a dab and one would be bleeding from seven orifices and die.

Actually, the function in the space is a shortcut for checking the composition of something.

"What?" Du Juan and Du Yunpeng's faces changed.

"Looks like we hit the jackpot again." Yang Ruxin's eyes turned cold, "Walked into a black shop again. More precisely, it should be Black Village." From front to back, there seemed to be people in every household, likely all in on it. The original villagers probably met dire fates a long time ago.

"What do we do now?" Du Yunpeng frowned tightly.

"Iced salad." Yang Ruxin shrugged, her gaze suddenly turned cold, "We can't let the villagers die in vain."

Du Juan and Du Yunpeng's expressions became solemn too, indeed, these people actually cooked humans, how deranged is that?