Lin Feng licked his lips, a genuine lick.

Although as an early stage Wild Ghost, he didn't have real lips, the action represented his inner desire.

Mom sat across from him, the rotation speed of her gray mist eyes slowed down a bit.

Her mouth, stretched to the ears, opened slightly as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

Based on past experiences, at this point, the "child" should start screaming, crying, or trying to escape.

She even had her lines ready:

"Not finishing the meal Mom made isn't what a good child does~"

But this guy in front of her...

Lin Feng held the dead rat in his hands, as reverently as if he were holding a sacred relic.

He lowered his head and sniffed it.

[Comment: Damn, he's even smelling it!]

[Comment: Psychological resilience MAX]

[Comment: Keep pretending, the facade will soon crumble]

A strong surge of Yin Energy rushed into his soul body through his nasal cavity.

Lin Feng almost moaned in comfort.

"Mom's cooking is really good."

He sincerely praised, then—

"Crunch!"

He bit into the rat's head.

The sound of the skull cracking was clearly audible.

The live stream room went silent in an instant.

A true silence, with the comments pausing for a second or two.

Then—

[Comment: !!!!!!!!]

[Comment: He ate it! He really ate it!]

[Comment: Even gnawed the head?!]

[Comment: I... I feel a bit nauseous...]

[Comment: This newcomer is a real savage!]

Lin Feng was completely immersed in the enjoyment of the delicacy.

The rat's skull contained the densest Yin Energy crystal, and upon biting through it, the Yin Energy flowed into his soul body like a warm current, nourishing his somewhat weak ghost body due to long-term malnutrition.

"Crunch... Crunch..."

He chewed rhythmically, not even spitting out the bones.

In the Underworld's Soul-Reaper training course, there was a compulsory class called "Yin Energy Absorption and Soul Body Enhancement," which detailed how to maximize the energy absorption from various Yin Energy carriers.

For products like this, condensed with Yin Energy, the best method was to chew them directly, allowing the Yin Energy to fully release in the mouth and then be absorbed by the soul body.

So Lin Feng ate with particular seriousness and professionalism.

He even closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Yin Energy circulating within his soul body.

From the perspective of Mom and the live stream audience—

A young man in a strange gray robe, holding a grotesque dead rat, was chewing it with his eyes closed and a face full of enjoyment, even swallowing the bones with a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.

[Comment: Why do I feel... he's eating it so deliciously?]

[Comment: Same, it's making me hungry]

[Comment: Hungry my ass! That's a dead rat!]

[Comment: But look at his expression, he's really enjoying it]

[Comment: This newcomer is definitely not normal]

[Comment: Is this still a horror dungeon live stream? Isn't this more like a mukbang?]

Mom's hand on the table trembled slightly.

Not from anger, but from confusion.

Extreme confusion.

She had played the role of "Mom" in this "home" for a long time, hosting countless "children."

Some collapsed as soon as they entered, some held on until the meal phase, but without exception, they all showed fear, disgust, and resistance when they saw these foods.

Then she could enjoy the fun of punishing "bad children" according to the rules.

But this one...

Lin Feng had already finished the first rat.

He opened his eyes, a hint of ghostly blue light flashing within.

That was the sign of fully absorbed Yin Energy.

"Thank you, Mom, it was delicious."

He said sincerely, then reached for the second one.

His movements were natural and smooth, like grabbing another piece of ordinary pastry after finishing one.

"Crunch... Crunch... Gulp..."

The sounds of chewing and swallowing echoed in the silent living room.

Mom's smile froze completely.

The corners of her mouth, stretched to the ears, began to twitch uncontrollably, her gray mist eyes stopped rotating, staring straight at Lin Feng.

She even forgot to say the classic line, "If it's good, have some more, child."

Because it wasn't necessary.

Lin Feng was more eager than anyone to eat.

The second, the third...

When he reached the fourth rat, Lin Feng paused.

Mom's heart skipped a beat.

Was he finally going to vomit?

Was he finally going to break down?

She thought, how could any human really eat these things...

However—

Lin Feng picked up the plate of fried cockroaches.

[Comment: Here it comes! The main event!]

[Comment: Cockroaches! And they're fried!]

[Comment: This time he definitely can't handle it]

[Comment: I bet he'll puke after one bite]

Lin Feng pinched a golden fried cockroach with two fingers, raising it to his eyes for a closer look.

"The oil temperature was controlled well, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, Yin Energy locked in nicely... just a pity they didn't remove the innards before frying."

A quick look at "pawread dot com" will leave you more fulfilled.

He muttered to himself, then—

"Crunch!"

He bit off the cockroach's head.

[Comment: ......]

[Comment: I lost]

[Comment: Is this guy a reincarnated starving ghost?]

[Comment: Even starving ghosts wouldn't eat this, right?]

[Comment: If starving ghosts ate things like this, would they still starve to death?]

Lin Feng indeed ate with relish.

The Yin Energy of the fried cockroaches manifested differently, with a crispy shell and a soft interior, releasing layers of Yin Energy as he chewed.

He even began comparing the Yin Energy characteristics of different foods:

"The rat's Yin Energy is cold, suitable for nourishing the core of the soul body; the cockroach's Yin Energy is dry, more suitable for strengthening the outer defenses of the soul body... Mom really put thought into this, the nutritional balance is quite good."

If Mom heard this, she might just faint from anger.

In fact, Mom was now in a state of "Who am I, where am I, what's happening."

Lin Feng finished the cockroach and started on the stew.

He scooped up a piece of grayish-white meat with a spoon, still clinging to two fat white maggots.

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Proofreader: Peter Pan