Chapter 935: Head

Chen Ling felt slightly full.

It was like a person dying of thirst in the desert finally finding a lake and diving straight into it... After crazily devouring a chicken and a pig, Chen Ling felt his dying body come back to life.

But even so, it was only slightly full. After all, his consumption over the past period had been too great, and his body was depleted.

Chen Ling felt the surroundings were a bit too quiet. After coming to his senses, he slowly looked up toward the front...

Before the swaying table knife, the King of Silver’s smile was somewhat stiff. He still held his wine glass in the air with one hand, not knowing whether to drink or not.

Chen Ling looked at the King of Silver’s plate, which had been eaten clean, and fell into silence.

[Audience Expectation +2]

[Current Expectation: 78%]

The way everyone looked at Chen Ling had changed. Before coming, they had imagined many possibilities regarding Chen Ling and Ying Fu, but they never expected Chen Ling to leave such a deep impression on them in this way...

Snatching food from the King of Silver’s hand with a knife?

How many people in this world would dare to do that?

Sensing the eeriness of the atmosphere, Chen Ling knew he had to say something. After a moment of silence, he said gloomily:

"...When I eat... um... I lose my reason. Please excuse me, everyone."

For the first time, Chen Ling felt that the identity of a Calamity Fusion-Host was useful. As a "World-Ending" calamity, a fierce beast living in the Ghost Mockery Abyss, it was reasonable to eat a bit wildly, right?

The King of Silver looked at the bright table knife stuck in the dining cart. His stiff expression returned to normal, and he smiled:

"As expected of a 'World-Ending' rank... Even when eating, you are full of aggression.

This time, my arrangements were lacking. Since you are 'World-Ending,' the amount of food you consume should indeed be different from ordinary people. Verilia, tell the kitchen to continue adding food. We must ensure Mr. Chen is full tonight."

"Yes."

A maid retreated respectfully.

Chen Ling didn't want to stay in front of the King of Silver any longer. He nodded and turned to leave.

The King of Silver stared at Chen Ling’s back, his eyes narrowing slightly, wondering what he was thinking... After hesitating for a moment, he raised his wine glass and spoke to the crowd again:

"Everyone, please enjoy yourselves. I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first."

Having said that, he glanced at Chitong, who had been standing not far from him, and turned to walk out of the venue.

With the King of Silver’s departure, Chen Ling felt a slight sense of relief in his heart...

"Interesting..." Ying Fu sized Chen Ling up.

"He actually didn't react to your 'aggression'... It seems that even a demigod would be wary of what’s inside you... Were you deliberately testing him? How did you think of that?"

Chen Ling: ...

In Ying Fu’s eyes, Chen Ling’s behavior had become a calculated test... But in reality, Chen Ling hadn't thought that much at all; he was just genuinely hungry.

However, his move, which exceeded everyone’s expectations, had indeed brought some useful information.

"Who knows." Chen Ling gave Ying Fu a perfunctory answer, then his gaze fell on the dining cart in front of him, and he pointed at it. "Do you want to eat?"

"..." Ying Fu shook his head. "I don't eat."

"Oh, thanks."

Chen Ling civilly picked up the knife and fork, preparing to hack the roast whole lamb in front of Ying Fu into pieces, but thinking of his current "feeding frenzy" and "beast persona," he silently put the knife and fork down...

Once a persona is established, it’s hard to change it at will, otherwise, problems will arise.

Chen Ling recalled his state just now, ferociously tearing the lamb meat apart with his bare hands, viciously stuffing it into his mouth, and chewing forcefully!

Ying Fu, along with the other guests, silently stepped back a few paces, staying away from Chen Ling.

After finishing another roast whole lamb, Chen Ling let out a comfortable long breath. The King of Silver providing all the food and drink was not bad...

Just as Chen Ling was waiting for more food, a figure walked straight toward him.

"You can eat mine."

The speaker was a man shrouded in a black cloak, with silver clouds embroidered on his cuffs and hem. A wide hood covered his face, making it impossible to see his features, but his voice was as gentle as jade.

Seeing this person’s attire, Chen Ling was slightly startled.

"Are you from the Esoteric Sect?"

"...I was."

Getting this answer, Chen Ling guessed the identity of the man before him.

"I know you. You are [Tianhuai]," Chen Ling continued. "The Young Sect Master of the Esoteric Sect, Huai Mang, is your younger brother."

In the battle for the Heavenly Star Position, if one were to name the human prodigies who left the deepest impression on Chen Ling, Young Sect Master Huai Mang was undoubtedly one of them... Chen Ling remembered that the Young Sect Master’s older brother was a pillar of the Xuanyu Domain and one of the five Judgment Delegates who had come to the Wuji Domain this time.

"Huai Mang?" Hearing these two words, Tianhuai’s tone seemed somewhat puzzled.

"My younger brother, Huai Mang, passed away three months after he was born."

“？”

Chen Ling’s brows furrowed tightly.

Huai Mang passed away three months after he was born? Then who was the one he encountered during the Heavenly Star Position battle... Moreover, Huai Mang’s feelings for Tianhuai were clearly not that distant; the two should have spent a long time together... Could it be that Tianhuai was deliberately hiding something?

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen?" Seeing Chen Ling frozen in place, Tianhuai’s voice sounded again.

"What’s wrong?"

"Oh... nothing. So that’s how it is."

For some reason, Chen Ling seemed to have been distracted just now.

"Thanks." Chen Ling couldn't remember what he had been thinking about just now, but he thanked Tianhuai and began to feast.

In the distance, Ying Fu leaned against the wall, seemingly observing Chen Ling’s direction the whole time. After seeing this, he fell into deep thought.

"Chen Ling, is it..."

Just as Chen Ling was about to finish eating, Chitong walked over from the distance unhurriedly. He was pushing a dining cart covered with a silver lid, his pace loose and casual.

"Are you full? If you’re not, I have more here."

Chen Ling glanced at him, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said flatly: "No need, I’m full."

"Are you sure you don't want any?"

Chitong shrugged. "This stuff isn't common... It would be a pity if you didn't eat it."

Chen Ling looked at him coldly, not knowing what he was up to.

"How about we take a look first?"

Chitong smiled slightly. He grabbed the silver lid on the dining cart and lifted it gently... A handsome and fresh head was resting quietly on the dinner plate. The eyes, which were still blinking, were startled to see the scene before them...

At the same time.

The bright red opera robe raised both hands and touched the top of its head in astonishment... Without him noticing, his neck was empty.

Chen Ling’s head on the dinner plate saw its pupils contract sharply!