The cat-faced old lady asked, "Is everyone here?"
"What about the main family?"
The chubby master scratched his head: "The main family is just you; none of your children have come."
"It’s not them, borrowing somebody else’s place, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks, not inviting people to join the banquet, that would be against proper etiquette."
Li Zhiyuan: "Grandma, they’re not hungry, they’ve already gone to sleep, let’s not wake them."
"How can this be?" the cat-faced old lady suddenly became sinisterly fixed on Li Zhiyuan, "This final seat, we must call everyone to fill it, otherwise it would be a breach of etiquette, and we’d be talked about behind our backs."
"Really, it’s not necessary, Grandma."
The cat-faced old lady grabbed Li Zhiyuan’s neck with one hand, lifting him off the ground.
"Little buddy, you were being naughty just now, hehehe."
At this moment, in the bedroom on the second floor, Li Zhiyuan, who was sleeping with his forehead on the desk, appeared in pain, trapped in suffocation.
"Grand... I was wrong... I was wrong..."
Li Zhiyuan grabbed the other person’s hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pry them open; his legs could only flail around aimlessly.
The feeling of death, so clear.
Qin Li, standing in the crowd in the distance, began to tremble, her body shaking more and more violently.
The cat-faced old lady let go of her hand, and Li Zhiyuan fell to the ground, breathing heavily in gulps, freed from her grip.
She would still kill him!
She’s not human; she is a Corpse Demon, ferocity is her nature!
Li Zhiyuan turned his head to look at Qin Li in the crowd. After meeting his gaze, she seemed to be appeased, her eyes slowly dropped, and her body gradually stopped shaking.
In the bedroom on the second floor, Li Zhiyuan, who was sleeping with his head on the desk, the pain on his face slowly faded, and his breathing stabilized.
Cat-faced old lady: "Little buddy, you need to be taught well from a young age."
"Grandma, you’re right," Li Zhiyuan climbed up, returning to the table.
"If you think they can’t be taught properly, they should be drowned early, to save from growing up to become a heartless disaster, right?"
Li Zhiyuan picked up a plate of braised fish from the table and switched it with the fried peanuts in front of the cat-faced old lady.
Then, he sat down, nodding:
"Hmm..." The cat-faced old lady’s face showed a smile again, lightly touching the red mark on Li Zhiyuan’s neck, "You, the little buddy, are behaved. Did Grandma hurt you just now?"
"Grandma is educating me. I understand."
"Hmm." The cat-faced old lady looked at the chubby master, "Go and invite people, call everyone from the main family, it’s time to eat."
"Alright, we’re on it."
The chubby master and the old nannies who were washing dishes all got up from the table to call people.
And when the chubby master reached the stairway, the stairs that had disappeared reappeared; he trotted up, his fat jiggling with each step.
Upon reaching the second-floor terrace, he went to Li Sanjiang’s bedroom, pushed the door open, and saw Li Sanjiang sleeping in bed.
"Come on, it’s time for the banquet!"
The chubby master walked to the side of the bed, grabbed Li Sanjiang’s wrist, and then he was going to pull out the soul and take it away for the banquet.
The chubby master felt the environment around him twist; from standing in the bedroom, he now appeared in a square, surrounded by imposing temple buildings.
Then, right in front of him:
An old man in white ragged underpants was leading a group of zombies in a hopping dance at the front.
The old man hopped, and the zombies behind him hopped collectively.
The old man accidentally stumbled on landing, and the zombies behind him also collectively staggered.
The chubby master was so frightened by the scene that his real color returned—pale as paper.
Just at that moment, the last zombie in the line, the slowest to react, fell over. Its face turned backward and saw the chubby master standing there.
The zombie, as if seeing something novel, hopped straight towards the chubby master.
The chubby master immediately started to run, and the zombie chased after him.
The chubby master was back by the bed, in the bedroom. He touched his face, smearing off thick makeup, scared off by the ordeal.
The floor suddenly trembled,
As if a massive being had landed.
"Come on, little buddy, they’ve gone to call others; let’s start eating first."
The cat-faced old lady grabbed a handful of dried nuts, placing them in front of Li Zhiyuan.
Li Zhiyuan looked uncomfortable; he had tried these before, not to mention eating, they were even hard to put in his mouth.
The old lady’s tone pressed down.
Li Zhiyuan could only pick up one, swallowed, and put it in his mouth. Instantly, a strong sensation of nausea struck him, but seeing the old lady’s expression, he could only cover his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from vomiting.
"Hmm, that’s a good boy, little buddy, that’s right, you must always appreciate the food, Grandma here has starved before the liberation, starved as a widow raising three children after liberation, and the children starved even more when they grew up.
So, Grandma truly knows the value of food."
Li Zhiyuan had to suppress the nausea and nodded, but he really couldn’t swallow what he was eating.
At that moment, the chubby master rolled down the stairs in utter panic, shouting loudly:
"Old nanny, something terrible has happened, old nanny, it’s a big problem!"
The cat-faced old lady stood up, this was her "territory," she was the master here.
A pair of boots landed, smashing right onto the chubby master, exploding him into a pile of waste paper and wooden splinters.
A chilling throaty sound enveloped the entire banquet hall, causing the temperature to drop suddenly.
Li Zhiyuan looked up, his face showing shock at the being that suddenly appeared in front of him.
Zombie wearing a Qing dynasty official robe and a flower plume on its head!
There’s another update before midnight.