Trembling uneasily, I took out the prepared ingredients from the fridge. Due to my poor cooking skills, I could only do my best. After going through numerous difficulties, I served a plate after plate of poorly presented dishes, covered in scars.

I worried deeply for myself, wondering if the guests, upon seeing these dishes, would bite me directly.

If the spray was effective against the woman in red, would it be effective against the guests coming tonight?

Liu Lin's body sat across from me, suddenly opening his eyes and giving me a mischievous smile. I was startled, and then I heard the doorbell ring.

Miraculously, the door appeared again. I hurriedly ran over and came face to face with a pale face.

I stumbled, and the woman in red floated over leisurely, taking a look around the table.

As I observed her black and red burnt rice and dishes, I broke out in a cold sweat. I had a feeling that her complexion seemed to be getting worse, as if she was dissatisfied with this table of food.

Meeting her dark eyes staring at me, my hairs stood on end. Just when I thought she was going to do something to me, the doorbell rang again.

She turned her head towards the sound, and then two men and a woman emerged, instantly crowding the room.

They could see me, and they circled around me, grinning and almost making me cry. They looked like they were going to devour me.

Only when they sat down with the woman in red did I dare to secretly size them up. Although all of their facial features were human, when combined together, they appeared twisted. On their pale, almost transparent skin, they looked even more eerie, like they were wavering in water.

All of a sudden, they all looked at me in unison. My breath nearly stopped, and the woman in red waved at me with a smiling face.

"Yang Yang."

I was stunned. How did she know my nickname? And she called me so affectionately, it was creepy.

Damn it, Liu Lin was back again, sitting beside the woman in red, with a deathly pale face and a smile that made it even scarier.

I was on the verge of tears, but I still approached softly. She actually raised her hand and touched my head, pinching my neck and telling me to perform.

Each of their eyes stared at me fixedly, with bright red mouths, making it impossible for me to refuse.

I smiled and sang off-key songs, feeling like a mouse thrown into a cat's nest, not knowing when I would be eaten and used as their plaything for amusement.

Their mouths widened even further, and noodle-like hands reached out to touch my head. I held my breath, unable to resist them.

The damp and soft hands slowly extended from the top of my head, and as soon as they touched my skin, I shivered and felt danger. I instinctively wanted to run, but that hand wrapped around my neck, preventing me from breathing.

In my struggle, I kicked over the table in front of me, and I immediately heard a woman's scream, which gave me a headache. My vision darkened.

I was released, but to my confusion, they had started fighting each other. The noodle people who had just enjoyed their meal together were now cursing and tearing each other apart.

They opened their big mouths, constantly uttering words I couldn't understand.

The scene was extremely bizarre. Although they were of the same kind, they showed no mercy when fighting.

I hid in the corner, watching one of the noodle people being torn apart while still alive.